Merry Marching Band
So we went to see a Mariachi Band at a local Mexican restaurant last week. Hannah has been talking about the "Merry Marching Band" ever since!
So we went to see a Mariachi Band at a local Mexican restaurant last week. Hannah has been talking about the "Merry Marching Band" ever since!
So this morning, I went in to get Hannah out of her room to get her ready to go to preschool. I found her already dressed in play clothes (note: a button up shirt and matching pants... completely on correctly). We had a babysitter last night so I wasn't sure if maybe she had slept in this little outfit. Then I saw the pajamas all folded up in her bed.
Hannah: I take my jammies off and put my play clothes on Momma. I'm ready to go to school.
Momma: OK. Maybe next time I'll leave you a clean pull-up out too!
Impressive!
Hannah: "Momma, where is McDonald's?"
Momma: "They're all over"
Hannah: "Where is 'all over'?"
Momma: "All over is everywhere. It means all over the place."
Hannah: "Momma, where is all over?"
Momma: (pause to think of OTHER words for All OVER) "Hannah, all over means everywhere, every corner, all over the place."
Hannah: long pause and then EMPHATICALLY SAYS.."Momma, all over goes Ruff Ruff. Where is he?"
Momma: "OH!!!!!!!!!!!... you mean OLIVER. Oliver, the dog, is at Candice's house."
hysterical laughing ensues
Hannah: "So Oliver is all over the place".
Momma: "Yep. He sure is."
[Oliver is Candice's dog who Hannah sees when we visit.]
Here's the scene at Kroger the other day:
strange man: "how much longer do you have?"
Steph: "8 weeks"
strange man: "do you think you're going to make it?"
Steph: "that's my goal"
strange man: "Is it twins?"
Steph: "uh, no, it's just one."
strange man: "Isn't the female body amazing. I mean how do women carry all that weight. It just doesn't seem possible."
Steph: (silent blank stare while the voices in my head are saying "beep, beep, beep" as the man is trying to back-pedal out of this hole he's dug)
strange man: My wife is pregnant and I just look at her in awe that she can walk around for 2 people.
Steph: why don't you go buy her flowers (pointing to the floral department)
strange man walks away.
Never ask a pregnant woman if she's having twins. She will tell you if she wants you to know.
So the other day, Evan, one of Hannah's friends, came over. Evan is 3 years old and a very active and curious little boy. After his Mom dropped him off, he walked up to me, touched my stomach and said "eww.. you got a bubble belly". I just laughed.
Then, he dropped down on the floor as if to look up my shirt. He said "what's in there?". I explained to him that there's a baby in there... to which he replied.. "I want to see it". Of course, Hannah chimed in, "I want to see it too, Mommy". I told them there was nothing to see. So, they both got up off the floor and went about their busy little 3 year old day.
So tonight we had a terrible 2 moment. Hannah would not put on her pajamas or brush her teeth. She got so irritated with me wanting her to do these horrific things, that she told me she wanted a new mommy. I said "really?" She said "yes, I want a brown mommy". I told her all mommies, no matter what color, make their children brush their teeth and put on their pajamas. I asked her if she did not like mommy. She said "no, I like Daddy better".
For those of you who don't know, Hannah's favorite color is brown. You ask her what kind of ice cream she wants, "brown". You ask her what her favorite color is, "brown". Even tonight she asked me if "they" make brown doggies.
I can't make this stuff up.
-Mommy
We had our 31 week check up today. Everything is fine. The baby's heart rate was 136. I'm measuring 32 weeks instead of 31 weeks, but that's not too far off. The best part is that I've somehow only gained 5 pounds so far. I'm not expecting that trend to hold up with my midnight peanut butter & jelly, banana and grape cravings. I guess it's better than doughnuts!
Oh, and here's a picture from our new in-house photographer, Hannah.
So yesterday, I went out shopping by myself. This is a real treat when you're used to having a 2 1/2 year old with you climbing under racks. We had a birthday party to go to last night, so I decided to try to find a new outfit to wear. I ventured out to Ann Taylor Loft and found a couple things. Then I went next door to a specialty maternity store to see if they had anything better than what I had just purchased. I walked into the store and started looking around when a salesperson approached me. She looked me up and down and said "Oh, honey, you need help. Those jeans are atrocious." {I had on a pair of jeans (that I splurged on because they were trendy AND comfortable), a black v-neck shirt, black shoes, and a black jacket. Nothing special, but I was comfortable}. The sales biddy said she'd be right with me as she walked away to help another customer. I held myself back from reacting because I didn't want to get arrested for assault at 7 1/2 months pregnant. I simply walked out of the store.
I went across the street to a salon and ended up getting a haircut and a makeover to make myself feel better. The lady that cut my hair ensured me that there was nothing wrong with what I had on and that my jeans were pretty cool for maternity jeans. We laughed and laughed at what had just happened. It was good mental therapy.
Oh, and I sent some hate email to the owner of the store. She is kissing my A$$ giving me gift cards, etc. to remedy the situation. She ensures me she will be talking to the sales wench about her comments.
Note to Others - Even if you think a pregnant woman looks horrible, tell her she looks beautiful. It's almost certain that she doesn't feel pretty and will have a much better day because of your compliment.
-Mommy

For those of you eagerly watching the countdown to the day Baby #2 is born, you'll notice that 11 days were added today. Somehow the countdown ticker had the wrong date, so we're back to 74 days. Shew... glad we have more time to get ready!
Update on the Baby: Getting Bigger & Bigger. Mom's only complaint is that her back hurts a lot more than when she was pregnant with Hannah. We're guessing that's because she's picking up 26 lbs of "pickles" several times a day! We'll keep you posted on the progress. Sorry we haven't been better about it!! Here's the last ultrasound we had (8 weeks ago). Anybody want to start placing their bets on if it's a boy or girl??
So the other morning Daddy got up with Hannah. Like we do EVERY morning, we give her kisses and tell her we need to change her diaper. Hannah told Daddy that she didn't need to change her diaper. Daddy insisted that we DO need to change your diaper after you've been sleeping in it all night. So, Daddy changed the diaper thinking it actually was a little dry for having slept in it all night.
Fast forward to nap time. Daddy puts Hannah down for a nap when he notices a diaper... soggy... in Hannah's bed. We figured out that Hannah had taken off her soggy wet diaper and PUT BACK ON a dry diaper that her babydoll had been wearing.
Note to self: #1 Work harder at potty training Hannah. #2 Train Hannah to change real baby's diapers!
We apologize for not posting pictures lately. Momma's had the flu and Daddy's been SuperDad! Although we don't have a picture of it, something rather funny did happen today.
First, some background: For the past week, Hannah has slept in her "big girl bed". As a threat to her, we left the crib up just in case we ran into any "issues". She's done pretty well converting to the bed, so we had full intentions of taking down the crib today.
So at nap time today, Momma heard Hannah talking through the monitor. Her voice slowly got further and further away. Momma ran in to make sure she was okay. She was standing on the side of her bed trying to touch her butterflies that are suspended from the ceiling. YIKES. THEN, Momma noticed that Lola (the cow that swings in her room about 2 feet from the ceiling) was IN HER BED. Momma said, "Hannah, how did Lola get in your bed?". Hannah promptly said "Oh, I climb in my crib and I got her down".
Note to self: Take the crib out. Tie Hannah to her big girl bed.
In a rare week of weather, we had 2 (yep, that's right), 2 snow "storms". We use the term storm loosely only because that's what the local news was calling it. Here are some pictures from the first snow of the week. Management hasn't processed the other pictures from snowstorm #2 where Hannah went snow sledding!
In the meantime, check out our gigantic snowman!
We made plans with 11 of our friends and family to go to the 40th annual Chick Fil A Bowl in Atlanta for New Year's Eve. We were super excited about the game, until we got to the game only to find out that the AU band was RIGHT in front of us. Yep, that's right, for the whole game we were able to see reflections of ourselves in the tubas. It became the joke of the evening.