Sunday, June 30, 2013

20+7


I am 27 weeks pregnant - nearly seven months. I would say I can't believe I'm this far along, but, that would be a lie. I feel today as I felt at 9 months with Maizey. I waddle. I have heartburn. I have trouble sleeping. RLP problems have been replaced by SPD, an arguably more debilitating acronym-ed ailment which keeps me from doing any type of physical activity. (PT exercises help and I have a chiropractor and acupuncturist waiting in the wings in case it gets worse.) But, I would say I am carrying  differently than last time. A bit lower. Thoughts?

Takeaways? A younger body is a better body for childbearing - and who am I kidding - for nearly everything else. They weren't lyin' when they said everything starts earlier the second time around. (I've decided the Duggar matriarch must start "showing" immediately after implantation.) And I am VERY excited to meet this baby.

Though we're not finding out the gender this time around, I still think that this will be a three lady family. A brother would be great for Maizey, as I love mine, but I've also heard that sisterhood is pretty special. (Hemingers, anyone?)

On the preparation front, the additional bedroom and bathroom work has yet to begin. We're waiting on our architect to go to bid. (Love his plans, hate his timeliness.) The delay is killing me, but is, I understand, a first world problem. The baby will be in our room for the first few months anyhow. Really, my true worry (and Will's) is having to make design decisions in the third trimester. And, wrangling an infant and toddler in an under-construction home mid-November. *Sigh*

But, I did pick a mobile project for Grandma Betty! Hot Air Balloons! And, I think the primary room color will be turquoise. We're still not sure if we'll transition Maizey to a bed beforehand, or purchase another crib. And, I don't know if I want to invest in another Monte glider for this room too. Decisions, decisions. But, as there is no room, I can procrastinate without guilt.

Happy Holiday week, all!

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Water and tables

Maizey got a package from Grandpa Bob and Grandma Betty.

Opening it was almost as fun as playing with it.




 Well, almost...

Thank you!

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

My Pete

Did you hear? Uncle Pete came for a visit! (Or, as Maizey refers to him, when they are parted, in a sobbing tone... "My Peeeeeeeete...") He delivered a new custom-built PC for me (no - not what he does for a living - just a "hobby" - he's amazing with anything technical), and glow bracelets, punching balloons and silly string for Lady. The latter was less of a hit than he'd hoped but he redeemed himself with his bananas bubble-blowing skills...

 Pretty impressive, right?

Maizey was enamored.



Here, I think she's getting a technical lesson on bubbles. Grandpa Bob gives science lessons. Uncle Pete gives technical ones.

After all the fun, she had to take a hike.
With her shovel.

Unfortunately, though, she wiped him out so completely that Saturday night he fell asleep on his hands, and woke up unable to use his wrists. Honest. So I got him some braces and Maizey hammed it up with her new Robo-Uncle.

It was an awesome visit and we're hoping he comes back soon
(or sooner, rather than later)...

P.S. Three weeks later and no wrist improvement. Diagnosed as radial nerve disfunction there isn't a lot to do but wait. And hope. Reason #847 to think before having kids... They exhaust you so completely you lose wrist function.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

The rest of the trip

What else did we do in Florida? Besides eating in bed and watching television, exploring Busch Gardens, swimming in the pool and building sandcastles on the beach?
Went to see Maizey's adult doppleganer. (If she was a man.)
Well, a plaster version at least.
Imagine - a whole store dedicated to the Hulkster.
Wait. I don't need to imagine. I was there.


Channeled Grandpa Bob.

In other words, did some hammock rocking. 


 Took in the view from our balconies.


Maizey became this guys

number one only groupie.

And we took in some great sunsets... 





Not to mention sunset "Yoda" with Dad.


Next week? Hot Yoda.

In hindsight, it was a great trip. Not quite a vacation. Not quite a Breclaw-style adventure. But I am looking forward to the next Spurgeon sojourn, which says a lot.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Back to Florida...

Since this blog also doubles as my personal scrapbook (one that I hope to convert to book form via Blurb in the near (aka next 10 years) future), we're going back to Florida. The beach. And tomorrow, everything else.

I am a beach baby, and I was thrilled to see that my daughter is one as well. (Though we did see a little of that last year.) Peter and I were fortunate to have a stay-at-home mama, who in the early, sans two-car household days, pedaled us to the Escanaba Beach on a near daily basis June-August (and in the two-car days, drove us there). And, she was fortunate enough to have some other beach mamas with which to share coolers, Redbook mags and sandy PB&J's. Of course, those mamas had kids, so it turned into a permanent beach-bound summer play group. Whenever clouds would threaten the precious sun, defacto den leader, Deb, would lead all 15 or so kids in a rancorous "GO SUN. BEAT THE CLOUDS" chant. Oh the memories...

So even though Maizey doesn't have a beach within pedaling distance (though she will at both sets of Grandparents' abodes), I want her to love the free entertainment of the beach. And, happily, she did, despite the clouds.














She wasn't so keen on the waves.




But after returning home and about 372 readings of my favorite, beautifully illustrated, kid beach book, Wave, I think we'll have no future problems. (In fact, she'll probably "nah-nah-nah-boo-boo" them.)

See you at the beach!

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Happy Father's Day, Will

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there. And of course, especially to my awesome pop, Bobby B, and fab life partner, Will.

Yesterday we did a family field trip to Potter Park Zoo in Lansing. Dad took the reins and engaged in all the fun stuff. It was nice for me to get a break and watch the man I love so involved in our daughter's life. (Not to mention her insistence on showing off for him - SO independent when Dad's around!) I am a lucky mom and Maizey is a lucky daughter.
















 Happy Father's Day, Will. And thanks for being so great.

p.s. You too, Daddy Bob!

p.p.s. Remember last year? Gee how they grow!