So, we don’t know the gender of this baby. We have our suspicions since we make girls. If it is a girl we will be thrilled. If it is a girl we have all the clothing already. If it is a girl we already have a name and SISTERS, and a continuation of my girls. Other people ask if we will keep trying for a boy, as if THAT is why we decided to have this baby in the first place. As if you have to have both to be happy or complete or…be a real mother. GASP. Yup, I’ve had this said to me.
Stereotype based on Mommy’s I’ve met at the park, play dates, church and LIFE… If you only have boys you are a Mom of boys. If you only have girls you are a Mom waiting to have a boy. This is how I feel and I feel annoyed.
Stranger at Target yesterday. “You don’t know the gender? I hope it is a boy. If it is a girl, at least healthy!”
Old Lady. “It is probably a girl. That is probably for the best since girls are easier than boys.”
Friend. “I hope you have a boy so that you understand parenting.”
I could do a whole post devoted to ridiculous quotes by well meaning people. But, rest assured I am a good Mom to two beautiful tutu wearing,
Team Pink or Team Blue this baby will fit into OUR lives. If YOU disagree on the gender God has given us, you should probably save yourself and stop talking.
This family loves you so much and can’t wait to meet you.
Is your family the more a football or soccer family? Oh, and Gooner stepped in dog poop while playing soccer. Dog poop. Ew. And she thought so too. And then she accused the next woman walking her dog that it was HER dog’s poop that she stepped in. It wasn’t. The poop was old and crusty. She informed the woman that she should pick up her dogs poop. The woman started discussing poop etiquette with three year old Gooner. Hilarious. Gooner…confrontational? Um, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
At some point I will blog about something than my children and handsome husband. But not for awhile. Life is too short to spend time telling you about my workouts and eats! For reals! At least right now. I’m spending my days reassuring my eldest that she is loved and cherished and THE BIG SISTER! She has a big twin bed ALL for herself. This makes bedtimes interesting.
I spend the other part of my days holding, loving, and kissing the littlest. And cleaning up after she poops on herself and ON me.
CLEARLY I’m NOT THAT BIG! (Oh wait, maybe just a little…) It’s the coat guys! ;)
Seriously? Anyway, this is a pic from our last soccer game of the season. Don’t let the sunlight deceive you…it was FREEZING. The game was IN the mountains as Q got to play at the Air Force Academy. Gooner is drinking my “foffee” as quickly as she could…NOT for the caffiene or sugar….but for the warmth. Of course! I’m smiling because we all know that once I try to stand up I will be a one act comedy show. Also notice the lady sitting by me in the picture: S. She is my favorite soccer watching partner and both Q and her future hubby play well together. It also helps that Gooner and her get along very well…
We took pictures by a HUGE bomber.
We bombed a LOT of the Pacific with this plane.
There were a LOT of Asian tourists who did NOT speak English rushing around smoking and taking pictures. I found this interesting because if I had to guess I would bet that this plane, or one very similar, bombed their home countries. Hmm…moment of irony perhaps? Always an interesting thought….
Have you ever visited a museum in France? They look at Normandy QUITE differently than we do and it was hard to see pictures of our history in that light. I was NOT laughing when I saw pictures and read signs displaying the superiority of the French over the Americans SO it surprised me to see others acting differently…like HAPPY to see a plane that single handedly caused MASS DESTRUCTION. I don’t know. Have you ever thought about it or experienced it?
On a happier note, we are experiencing a LOT of snow. It is FABULOUS. We LOVE LOVE LOVE it!
I only drink coffee on Mon, Wed, and Fri. Today is Tuesday and I think I drank a whole pot. The daughter woke up SCREAMING. Apparently in my pregnant state I just don’t move fast enough for her. Go figure.
I started knitting Gooner her own scarf since she keeps stealing mine. I thought I had more time before we “shared” clothing items. Apparently not.
I got sick THREE times with “morning sickness” yesterday. I know she’s worth it, but I’m getting to that “I can’t wait to be un pregnant stage.” I’m assuming that when painful labor starts I will retract this statement.
My niece turned 8 years old. EIGHT? Um, I’m pretty sure she was just a baby yesterday…
A lady at church asked me when my baby was due. Apparently I passed the maybe stage and I look officially pregnant.
Q’s Mom is officially coming for Thanksgiving! (So is his sister!) I’m a little nervous about hosting at 30 weeks pregnant. Will I be at the waddle stage? Blech!
Soccer is still going strong.
I wish Gooner didn’t like Dora the Explorer so much. I much prefer Super Why or Little Einstein.
Why all the wedding pictures? Because ALL of our siblings and Q’s parents live in other countries. We see them about once every three years. I think we are due!
What color is the skin on the Angel on top of the Christmas Tree? I figured the Angel would be brown since I’m the only one with white skin in the family. Q assumed our Angel would be white because…. I don’t know why. We found this out while window shopping in Estes Park. Maybe our mixed family will nix the Angel and have a Christmas star. What say you?
That’s all folks. Dora the Explorer is almost finished which means I need to get this pregnant booty up an at em!
First off, making anyone SNIFF your shin guards is wrong, gross, and digusting. Do you need a reminder?
Before we were dating, Q asked me to sniff his shin guards. Um no.
THEN, he said that since we were getting married I needed to sniff his shin guards. Um no. We are married and I have never sniffed his shin guards. Sadly, I chose to snap a photo instead of protecting my daughter from the nasty smell that are shin guards.
Oh blech! We gave her a lolly pop for her pain and suffering.
Her response to the nasty smell: wwwwwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, STINKY!