Lily at the spray park.. To quote the older kids she followed around the whole time “that kid is still following us!”
Ashamed to admit that I bought these for the first time last week. Lily loves them and I pretend to hate them….
Grandma and Lily at the pool.
My birthday rock from Lily.
Orchid I got for mothers day. This thing is still in bloom! Love it.
Dinner out with the grandparents. Lily’s meal came with this dry ice ice cream treat. Next time, I’m totally ordering the kids meal.
Lily and George, attempting to keep cool in the heat. Poor George is not a summer-ish type of dog.
We went to East Side Mario’s because I didn’t feel like cooking, and I wanted All You Can Eat Garlic Bread. You better believe I got my $$$’s worth.
See where the kind of straight line is in the hose, about two thirds way down in the photo? There used to be a rock bed with a pine tree there. Since we are not rock bed people, my husband took it all out and we put down sod. There was also a multitude of weeds and undeterminable plants under the garage windows. We took those out too because we would rather drink beer than weed the yard. Next summer? First Annual Slip and Slide Championship. Bring Your Own Bathtub Of Booze.
Lily in her pool at Grandma’s house.
My dining room. I want to paint it. Color suggestions? I took this because I cleaned my dining room and this photo makes me happy because it’s clean. Which won’t last long.
Lillienne, today you are 40 months old. Which is just a pretentious way of saying you are nearly three and a half.
If someone had asked me when you were born “What do you think your daughter will be like at three and a half years old?”, I would have answered “Everything. She will be everything.” And you are; you are Everything.
You make me feel every single emotion possible, every single day. You are so full of everything, Lillienne, and that is something quite amazing.
You make me laugh like nobody can make me laugh. You obviously got your wonderful sense of humor from me, but you may even be funnier than I am someday. You love to entertain and when you have someone laughing, the smile that spreads on your face is like sunshine. You love making people laugh, and I love this about you. You’re a genuine funny soul and wanting to (mostly) always put a smile on someone’s face is admirable, because there are too many people in this world who like to make people sad.
You’re also one of the most sensitive people I know, which worries me sometimes because I don’t want you to be like your mother who always worries and takes everything personally and to heart. I want you to know that you can feel all the feelings in the world but you’re going to have to learn where to sort them. I’ll try to help you with that as best as I can. You’re a wonderful kid and I can see the gears working in your little mind as we discuss things I wish we sometimes didnt have too, and I hope I’m doing a good job of raising a compassionate, respectful, honest, fun loving, sympathetic, and empathetic child, while at the same time helping you form a back bone and confidence. Dont forget, you don’t have to take shit from anyone if it’s particularly smelly.
You’re so full of love, Lily, that I have to wonder how someone so small can be filled with so much love. You love everyone and everything, and I sometimes worry that your little heart is going to shatter when you eventually learn about the harder things in life and how not everything is pink with glitter and and hearts. But for now, you are a remarkable little girl who will not let any of your loved ones leave without at least two hugs and kisses, whether it be your aunties or cousins or a friend of mine or your dads you haven’t seen in months. You love them all and you radiate that.
You’re artistic and particular and very creative. You’re imaginative and thoughtful and skeptical, yet brave. You amaze me with your inner and outer beauty, I couldn’t have dreamed up a more wonderful little girl for me to scoop up and cuddle. I’m so lucky you are mine, that your ours, and I love you with every inch of my being.
So, I’ve noticed that I haven’t blogged in a while. It’s probably because I’ve been busy eating and growing a human and getting larger by the minute. Also, I am exhausted, out of breath, and I have more pelvic pressure than Octomom the day before her induction. Seriously though, THE END IS NEAR and I am super glad!
Being 35 weeks pregnant is a lot different from whatI remember at 35 weeks pregnant with Lily. Or maybe it’s the same, I don’t know. I can’t be bothered to go back that far in this blog. That sounds way too tiring, and I am already tired. Have I mentioned the tiredness?
I’ve been experiencing pelvic pressure for quite a few weeks now. Especially when I’ve been sitting down for a while and then I stand up. It feels like there is a watermelon descending from my crotch ready to plop out. The feeling goes away/I get used to it but woah. Baby is low.
I also have wonderful crotch pain in the middle of the night (still) that I’ve had for quite some time. It makes getting out of bed to go pee 10 times a night that much more exciting. There are crackles and pops coming from places that probably shouldn’t crackle and pop. All we need is a SNAP and we’d have ourselves some Rice Krispies.
Getting comfortable at night is also a challenge. I was the worlds biggest tummy sleeper and now it’s like WTF I have to sleep on my sides ALL NIGHT? Lame..
I woke up this morning from a deep sleep. On my tummy. My poor baby. Hopefully it doesn’t come out looking like a pancake. And if it does, HELLO IHOP Spokesbaby.
The nursery is just about ready.
The bottles are washed and ready to hopefully only be used when I pump out TONS of breast milk THAT I WILL MAKE BECAUSE ILL BE BREASTFEEDING THIS TIME and Daddy can do some night feedings.
The champagne and wine and vodka is chilling in the fridge because I WILL be having one drink a day to celebrate the fact that I can have one drink a day. Don’t judge, I’ve done my research, Dr Google says BOTTOMS UP, and having one drink a day will be IMPERATIVE to everyone’s life around here.
The baby clothes are washed, folded, put away and ready to be shat, started and barfed upon.
Lily has been briefed on the whole “You’ve had a good run, now we’re having another baby” thing, and she is expecting her “sisterbrother” to stay to F away from her My Little Ponies. I think were good in that respect for a few months.
We are so, so, so excited. Mostly terrified to have TWO children, but excited.