First Haircut

He chose the yellow car, and we brought snacks for distraction.

Wait, you wanna do what?

First sprays of water...

First cuts...doing OK...

Success.

Handsome boy! OK, it might not look like much, but we really cut off a couple of inches. Just couldn't bear to get rid of all the curls!

Snooze

First time at Snooze.

As a diner, at least.

He had the berry bowl.

Can I please have a day off?

Not sure how it happens that suddenly it's been so long since my last post. I'm pretty sure there's a time warp in my living room.

I'm not sure I can do it today. You know, life & responsibilities. I'm not suicidal or anything, I'd just like to crawl back into bed today.

Last night, The Prince decided that midnight to 3:00 was a fantastic time to be up, and I had a hard time convincing him otherwise. He wanted to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed, but he couldn't settle down, and Mommy can't sleep when he is sharing. So, I spread a quilt out on the living room floor, like he and I were camping, so we'd both have enough room. (I was thinking about sleeping on the floor anyway - it's very nice on my back these days.) Eventually, we both went back to sleep.

So, I'm very short tempered today, as is The Prince. I'm hoping I don't make any stupid sleep-deprived mistakes at work, and that I don't make any stupid sleep-deprived snaps at my family.

It's been a terribly stressful few weeks. I'm no longer working from home, which seems to be good news and bad news, and my pregnancy hormones are going bonkers. I cry a lot, and the hormones and not sleeping make for a yucky vicious cycle.

Sigh. Unfortunately, I can't just take a day off of live and work and mothering and relationships. We'll see how today goes.

Don't Worry, it's Normal

Well, it's happening again.

No, I'm not carrying twins.

No, I'm not even gaining too much weight. My doctor said so.

This wee baby Princess is just carrying way far to my front. "Like a basketball," as my nurse practitioner said.

It happened with The Prince. And, to be fair, I did gain some extra weight with him, but, come on. I was teaching at the time, and I had a few kids make some tactless comments. And also some colleagues. And strangers.

Here's some advice: don't ever tell a pregnant lady that she looks "so big." You could probably really hurt her feelings, and the storm of hormones behind her smile could spell disaster for anyone standing too closely.

Truly, I am happy about my weight and my shape, because it means my baby is growing and healthy, and my body is doing what it needs to do to get the job done.

Just don't tell me I look fat.

Has it Really Been that Long?

You know, in a good way.


This week, I celebrate eight years of marriage. I'm lucky enough to have married my best friend, my sweetie pie. Brian is super amazing, and I can't imagine my life without him. He's taught me so much, and I'm so excited to be starting a family with him.

Here are a few of my favorite memories.

Baby Life #8

I have a confession to make...

Some days, when it's just The Prince and me, I forget to brush my teeth.

The Prince doesn't seem to mind.

Things I Know

It's nice to take a few days off from the internet.

It's less nice to take a few days off from the internet if it's because a nasty stomach bug is cycling through your family.

It's just a phase - The Prince won't always want to pull my hair. Or at least he'll have enough self-control not to pull it.

It's just a phase - The Prince won't always want to give me a fierce, wet, after-bath hug. I'll definitely enjoy it while it lasts.

You can't hear tone in email...you can't hear tone in email...you can't hear tone in email...

The more research I do about being healthy, the less I want to eat some of my favorite things. Sigh. I think sometimes it's better not knowing.

The Prince is the cutest and smartest little boy in the world.

A hubby who will wake up at 2:00 am to make you gatorade is freaking awesome.

I won't ever get tired of reading the Twilight series, or the Harry Potter series.

The Royal Wedding reinforced my need to be a princess. How nice of them to let me live vicariously through them.

Some day I'll get a full night's sleep again.

Sunshine, a slight breeze, and birdies singing make for an amazing morning walk.

Joining a MOPS group can do wonders for, well, everything about you when you're a new mommy.

Even when FB spells everything out for you, it's hard to keep up with all the birthdays and graduations. Sorry, friends. Congratulations.