That's how it feels, anyhow. We're seriously hoping that this baby waits until after Christmas to make his appearance. Last week I was a frenzy of activity, making sure everything was ready for him, convinced he'd come any moment. Now that we're so close to the holiday I've been laying around trying to explain to him that his birthday will be tons more fun for him if it isn't the same day as the biggest gift-giving holiday of the year.
I am absolutely the largest pregnant woman on the planet. I was telling Joe this morning - when I was pregnant with Jaynie I could still fit into my non-maternity oversized sweatshirts. They were sung where once they were loose, yes, but they covered me. I tried to put one on today - it covered my arms and boobs and that was it. There was no pulling that waist-band down over my belly. I suspect I'm carrying the Hulk in here.
I've been telling Jaynie the story of her brother's birth. She knows he's in Mommy's belly, she knows that one day she'll get to go "play with Alex at Miss Stacey's house" while Mommy and Daddy go to the doctor. And then Daddy will come get her and bring her to see Mommy and the Baby Brother OUTSIDE of Mommy's belly. And then he'll come home and sit in the "baby chair" (a bouncy seat I have out in the living room), and he'll use a "little tiny binky" and he'll probably go "wah wah wah" because he's just a baby. She has it all figured out. Ha. You notice I left out the parts about him pooping 12 times a day and waking her up at night.
She annouced today that there were only 2 days until "Aunty Suz comes hoooome". Who knew she was counting down the days! "Aunty Suz comes home, and Santa brings Jaynie LOTS OF PRESENTS!" Should be a good day. (If I'm not in the hospital. STAY PUT, BABY!!!)
Right, then. I hear some Cocoa Pebbles calling my name. As Jaynie says - "Feliz Latidad" to you all.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Dear Future Jaynie...
Hi Honey, it's Mom. If you have been looking through photo albums or the saved version of the website or watching home movies lately, and are wondering why there was a serious drop in the number of pictures taken of you right around the time your brother was born, don't blame him. Don't blame your Dad or me, either. You know why we hardly get any pics of you anymore?
BECAUSE YOU'RE A PAIN IN THE BUTT!!!
Every time I get the camera out you rush me, trying to get it. "JAYNIE TAKE THE PICTURE! JAYNIE TAKE THE PICTURE! JAYNIE HOOOOOLD CAMERA!"
Today you looked so cute in your little Christmas shirt and pants. I got a few pictures of the floor, and one of the ceiling while wrestling over the camera with you.
Then you wanted to put on your Nemo costume. I did get a couple of the back or side of you, but once you turned my way? All I have is one of you screaming at me (which is actually pretty cute and will be making an appearance on the website.)
When you insisted on trying on my maternity pj's and wandering around, lost in all the fabric? More ceiling and floor shots.
I give up.
BECAUSE YOU'RE A PAIN IN THE BUTT!!!
Every time I get the camera out you rush me, trying to get it. "JAYNIE TAKE THE PICTURE! JAYNIE TAKE THE PICTURE! JAYNIE HOOOOOLD CAMERA!"
Today you looked so cute in your little Christmas shirt and pants. I got a few pictures of the floor, and one of the ceiling while wrestling over the camera with you.
Then you wanted to put on your Nemo costume. I did get a couple of the back or side of you, but once you turned my way? All I have is one of you screaming at me (which is actually pretty cute and will be making an appearance on the website.)
When you insisted on trying on my maternity pj's and wandering around, lost in all the fabric? More ceiling and floor shots.
I give up.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Jaynie-isms
Tonight after dinner Jaynie picked up my phone, pulled out the antennae, pushed several buttons, held it to her ear, and said - "Hello? Blah blah blah. I'd like a cheeseburger, pleeeaaase."
This event was obviously blog- worthy, as it had both Joe and I near tears (well, I was near tears - Joe was too busy asking me "How often do you take this kid through the drive through?!?!) It also made me realize it's been a while, and she says all kinds of cute things that need to be recorded for posterity. Of the top of my head...
Sleeping Bloofy
On Comet and Q-tip and Donner and Litzen
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin (ok, she pronouces this correctly, but it's cute enough to include here.)
She can sing the 12 days of Christmas. Seriously - starting from about 10 down she's got it. "10 Lords a leaping, 9 ladies dancing.... an a porridge in a pear-eeey"
Jaynie's version of counting to ten - "One, two, three, four, five, eight, nine, ten. (pause) six and seven. (pause) ELEVEN!"
She's big on throwing around the words "also" and "too". "Mommy has brown hair, toooooo." She's learning her letters and will look at her ABC book and say something like "C is for cow, also car tooooooo."
There are more. There are hundreds of thousands of cute things she says, but that's all I've got for now. I'd promise to do better keeping up with this, but considering I'm going to have twice the trouble around here any day now, I don't want to make promises I can't keep. Seriously, folks, have you ever tried to chase around an almost-two-year-old while weighing approximately 400lbs? It's not easy. When she runs up to hug my leg I totally lose sight of her. And losing sight of this kid for a second is bad news. She can destroy a room in under 20 seconds if left unattended. (Joe is saying she can destroy it in half the time with my help. He claims he can leave a perfectly clean room and come back less than a minute later to find the two of us playing surrounded by toys and crushed Cheerios. I have no idea what he's talking about.)
This event was obviously blog- worthy, as it had both Joe and I near tears (well, I was near tears - Joe was too busy asking me "How often do you take this kid through the drive through?!?!) It also made me realize it's been a while, and she says all kinds of cute things that need to be recorded for posterity. Of the top of my head...
Sleeping Bloofy
On Comet and Q-tip and Donner and Litzen
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin (ok, she pronouces this correctly, but it's cute enough to include here.)
She can sing the 12 days of Christmas. Seriously - starting from about 10 down she's got it. "10 Lords a leaping, 9 ladies dancing.... an a porridge in a pear-eeey"
Jaynie's version of counting to ten - "One, two, three, four, five, eight, nine, ten. (pause) six and seven. (pause) ELEVEN!"
She's big on throwing around the words "also" and "too". "Mommy has brown hair, toooooo." She's learning her letters and will look at her ABC book and say something like "C is for cow, also car tooooooo."
There are more. There are hundreds of thousands of cute things she says, but that's all I've got for now. I'd promise to do better keeping up with this, but considering I'm going to have twice the trouble around here any day now, I don't want to make promises I can't keep. Seriously, folks, have you ever tried to chase around an almost-two-year-old while weighing approximately 400lbs? It's not easy. When she runs up to hug my leg I totally lose sight of her. And losing sight of this kid for a second is bad news. She can destroy a room in under 20 seconds if left unattended. (Joe is saying she can destroy it in half the time with my help. He claims he can leave a perfectly clean room and come back less than a minute later to find the two of us playing surrounded by toys and crushed Cheerios. I have no idea what he's talking about.)
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