Thursday, July 28, 2011

Why hello there!

So have you ever had a chance to study your belly button? Like really study it? Well, if the answers yes, you’ve clearly been pregnant before.

Prior to this moment, the belly button was, well, pretty much unobserved. I’ve study the ears in art class when having to draw a person—and I thought ears were funny looking! But belly buttons, they are weird.

Ironic, how the same belly button is so cute on a little tyke. Nothing is more adorable than asking a toddler “Where is your belly [button]?” and have them hike up there shirt and shove a finger into their belly button.

But on adults, they are just plain weird. Don’t believe me? Study yours. Rolling on the floor laughing

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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Memere’s house and awesome friends

So the lil monkey butt is doing better these days and his parents are test driving the working parent thing and leaving the lil dude with his Memere (my mom) this week. They just want to make sure all the glitches are worked out before he starts with his day care providers.

You guys, do you know what this means? This means this aunt gets nephew time ALL WEEK…hehe. Because Memere’s house isn’t too far—and provides food for my tummy Open-mouthed smile  Besides the cousins need bonding time right? Right? Thought so.

When thinking about my mom as a memere, I stumbled upon a very big dilemma…who qualifies as the World’s Best Memere? My loyalties are torn—is it my mom, because well obviously, or MY Memere (my mom’s mom) because again, obviously…

So I decided that if I ever had to make “World’s Best Memere” t-shirts (all right Giroux clan this is when we laugh imagining our Memere actually wearing said t-shirt), I guess my mom would have to wear a “World’s Best Memere-in-training” shirt. Since my Memere’s a memere to 26 grandkids and a plethora of great-grandkids (11…I think…we are a family of rabbits, how am I supposed to keep track?), she’s clearly in the lead with the experience thing…but no doubt about it, there are shoes to be filled.

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Also. You guys…my sister Sarah? I may have mentioned this before…but she’s AWESOME. After a very tasty (and hot) Taste Of Buffalo, a few of the siblings came to cool off in the pool. And I offered Sarah the opportunity to spend the night—she didn’t say no. Just “what about clothes?” To which my response was to point to all the pre-maternity clothes that were piled in the guest room…lol.

And those clothes, are now all nicely folded onto shelves, in baskets and in storage bins. My guest room, can once again house guests and the nursery isn’t like walking into a death trap. I can just imagine that this kiddo of mine will not be sleeping in the hallway…at the very least I can put the crib in the middle of the room—I jest, don’t worry.

Because Sarah=awesome.

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The other reason I have to go to my mother’s house, other than to play with the nephew, is to pick up my thank you notes, because, my friends are awesomesauce! I haven’t even had this baby, nor a baby shower, and still I’ve already gotten gifts! I know my kiddo will be loved, and probably spoiled, but that’s ok because my friends rock! The only sad part is I’ve gotten gifts from friends who can’t come to my shower and who I haven’t seen in a while.

But thanks guys!!!!

And those thank you notes—much like my shower invites you may have seen—are the work of another awesome sister, Heidi. She’s a Graphic Arts major and personally I think she’s pretty gosh darn good. I said—pond theme…dragonflies, frogs, lily pads..you know pond. And she came up with this:

Thank yous- Tracy

So. Perfect.

I think we gave her a day to come up with a design. How she does this on a computer, I have no idea. She also did my wedding invitations—but didn’t have the computer program and did it by hand. Now she’s doing the wedding invitation for a friend of hers—Heather stop changing your design, she can’t use up all her ideas on you Smile with tongue out!But if any of you need wedding invitations, shower invitations, birthday/anniversary invitations, thank you notes, etc., etc., etc. let me know. I’ll hook you up (and because you did these invites Heidi, I won’t charge you a commission—this timeWinking smile)

And, Wendy…as the only girl sibling without a shout out…do something cool and I’ll blog about you…until then—get back to work!

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I do realize this is a rather ramble-y post, which, should it be read aloud will probably have the reader gasping for a breath at the end, but oh. well. It’s my blog—deal with it! AngelAnd on that note, I must get ready…to play with the lil monkey butt…er, rather, you know, start my day.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

When did this happen?

As measurable to an exact day a pregnancy can be…I’m six months today. Hello, what?! Where did the time go?

Some days I feel that this baby is going to come and have to sleep in the hallway because his/her room won’t be done. I know, I know…we’ll get it done, and s/he will be in our room for a bit anyway…but that doesn’t stop me from counting the time left as I stare into the cluttered soon-to-be nursery…*breathe in, breathe out*

Beyond that, everything is good. I have a little gymnast who prefers to partake in acrobatics post-meal time, and generally when daddy's not around to feel the little thumper. He has felt a kick…once. Come on child, behave for your daddy!

I was told the other day that I “looked too comfortable pregnant” and that may be a problem. His interpretation of the word Problem=large Tessier litter…hah! He hasn’t spoken to my husband about that. Rolling on the floor laughing But really, it’s true. I know I’m extremely lucky in my pregnancy. All is healthy, and, well, for this trimester pretty comfy. I don’t take that for granted, be sure of that. I have a few other lovely lady friends pregnant right now who I totally feel for…and keep me counting my blessings everyday.

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And, another reason it’s good that I don’t know this child’s gender (and if I occasionally resort to the term “he” it’s just b/c it’s easier—don’t read anything into it.):

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In other parts of my life…those Cleaning Pixies. Know them? Yeah, well, I need one…or five. I cannot catch up to keep up with my house (hey look, they weed gardens too!). Between not enough free hours of the day or sufficient energy (and/or motivation) I’m scraping by. This weekend was productive—hubs mowed the lawns, cleaned up the backyard, fixed the garbage disposal…and I finished hanging the curtains (finally!). See there, mostly hubs’ work. So yeah, send me a Pixie…then maybe I can at least keep up with the house. (Don’t even dare say “wait until you have kids” or you may get hurt—don’t you think I realize that?)

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Also, we now have a mini-menagerie of critters at our home. Besides the two kitty monsters, we currently have a canine houseguest. The little monkey butt nephew of mine has had a rough go of it these few first weeks of his impish life and is currently in the hospital. So we’ve taken in his doggy friend so his mommy and daddy don’t have to worry about him.

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Therefore, mealtime is this house is pretty demanding…cats are tripping us, while dog—hearing the kitty commotion—give his few woofs, all while I’m starting coffee and trying to get Marc’s lunch done before he rushes out the door. It’s all good because Mr. Shadow is as laid back as they come…he wormed his way into the house—in his crate—and doesn’t even bark at the cats uneasily sidestepping their way past him. Our first dilemma only arose today—Marc tells me he may be working late….ummm…dog? you know, needs to be let out to pee? Yeah we’re used to cats. So we’ve worked that one out, but it was a new one for us.

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So now that I’ve put to good use this past fifteen minutes to blog and not clean, I guess I should get to it…unless of course, one of those pixies is already on their way over.