Last Day of Year 0

Today is The Boss' last day being 0. She was way too cute today to not take these pictures. She was helping me make dinner and was having a great time doing it!



We also got the safety tats in the mail (Friday - that's why Drama's hair isn't done. Friday is Drama's "do your own hair day") and wanted to test them out right away (of course). Here are the girls sporting their cool tats. (yes, Billie, that's my Sonic, the only one of the day btw, in the background;)


Today was a surprise "no school" day. I swear I gotta pay closer attention. I discovered it Saturday, so I didn't actually get to school or anything, but we weren't prepared for a stay home day. All worked out well. Luckily we have fun friends that we like to play with and had a great day doing that.

Tomorrow for the BIG birthday party we are having rice for dinner, The Boss' fave, cupcakes for dessert, and of course one or two presents. We went low key this year. When you are turning one and the box and wrapping paper are the best part of the present, Mom doesn't feel like you need a whole lot! It's more fun to play with her sister's things anyway. They are really patient with her. They try to play littlest pet shops, while protecting their toys from The Boss but not getting too mad at her. They are great big sisters!

Getting Tattoos

I know our bodies are temples and we are not supposed to get tattoos, but this is a seriously good idea.

I just ordered some "Safetytats" for our up coming Disneyland trip. I wish I had known about them the last time we went. Thanks Billie for the link. Hopefully we won't need them, but we will have them.

You can check them out here:

http://safetytat.com

World of Goo

No, that is not a description of my life as of late. Although, now that I think about it, it really does describe everything about The Boss and those that come into contact with her. But I digress.

Yesterday on our MLK jr holiday we did pretty much nothing but hang out and play the Wii, or boardgames and the girls got in plenty of Webkinz time. A while ago we had downloaded "Tetris" for Wii, my all time fav game, but we hadn't really played it since we got it, cause really people we're busy here! So yesterday Mark and I had a tetris showdown, which was pretty fun. (I really don't get many don't do anything but hang out on the couch and play video games type days, you'll see why later.) So, after the tetris showdown, Mark downloads another game that was game of the year last year (so I hear). It is called "World of Goo." The object is to use all these little balls of goo to build scaffolding/trusses/bridges/etc. and get to a goal. And really, to tell the truth, it is pretty fun and a challenge to get it right.

So, fast forward to early this morning because I don't remember my dreams until the wee hours of the morning. (Some of you may already know where I am going with this, cause it's happened before.) Ok, it's the wee hours of the morning and instead of peacefully sleeping, I am dreaming of building things out of little balls of goo. And then it gets really weird because then I start dreaming about blogging about dreaming of building things out of little balls of goo! I really shouldn't be playing video games, it does really weird things to my head! So now that I have blogged about it, as per my dream, hopefully I'll have a nice dreamless sleep tonight. Pregnancy dreams are too crazy for me to deal with on a routine basis.

Hanging out in the Nursery

Yesterday I was asked to sub in the Nursery. I forgot how much I love the nursery, especially at the beginning of the year. There were only six kiddos and they were mostly happy to be there. One little guy was not too thrilled to be there but quickly fell asleep and his little nap did him wonders for the rest of church. But really, what could be better? Hang out, play with toys, eat some snacks, have a 3 minute lesson, and play some more. I can even handle finding the parents for dirty diapers (2 total) and endlessly wiping runny noses! And The Boss had a wonderful time, as long as she could see me. She loved playing with the other kids and "tasting" all the toys and snack time was a huge hit. The Boss only has 6 more months until she can "legally" go into the nursery. Maybe until then we will invite ourselves in every week! To help, of course.

Why I love the Gym

Okay, don't be deceived by the title, I really hate most aspects of the gym. Namely, sweating, getting ready, going, working out, sweating, pain, you get the picture. I'm not even too fond of the clothes and don't get me started on the shoes! However, our membership comes with daycare privileges. Need I say more? Well, maybe I should say more; this is my blog after all. An hour and a half - everyday - if I were so motivated! Everyday! So I can show up, drop off the kidlets and "workout" in the awesome theater room watching a movie - in the dark - so no one can see you! So it doesn't matter that you're only 11 weeks pregnant but look more like 26. But I digress. To sum up, if you give me an hour and a half of daycare a day, you can get me to do just about anything I find painful and morally repugnant!

Well, almost. . . I’d have to take it on a case by case basis.

So that's why I'm such a cry baby!

Well, it's official (we told the girls so that make's it official, cause' it wasn't before). All the crying, heartburn, aversion to my favorite foods (but still hungry) and tired, so tired. We're pregnant. And we I say we, I mean I am whiny and grouchy and Mark is forever trying to make me feel better. But seriously, what's with all the crying? I was reading a story to Drama and Pooh Bear the other night and burst into tears. They both looked at me like I was a crazy person, and in their defense I act like one lately. At the gym before Christmas I burst into tears on the elliptical machine and the guy next to me couldn't finish his workout and get away from me fast enough! So, if you didn't know before (a) it's Mark's fault and (b) surprise! I have the pink paint on order and my book of most popular girls names of the 1800's highlighted! Mark your calendars for the end of July, it's going to be an eventful summer!

Pooh Bear

This post is dedicated to my Pooh Bear. The other day I was watching Pooh Bear, my little tornado, and thought that I should write a post just about her. But where to start? She is very strong willed and often gets her way out of shear determination. But she also has this very generous side that loves to be helpful. She helps me give the baby a bath and then while I am drying, lotioning and dressing the baby, she cleans up all the bath toys and takes the bath mat out of the tub to dry. When I get done with The Boss, she is making my bed and cleaning up all of the baby's toys on my bedroom floor. When I asked her what she was doing she told me "I'm serving you. It makes my heart happy." Let me tell you that girl could get away with anything after she said that to me. Talk about a heart melter!

Pooh Bear is very active, both physically and mentally. I can always see the wheels in motion behind her eyes in that little head of hers. One day she asked me if I was thinking what she was thinking? I said something like time to clean up your bedroom? and she said, "No, silly. I was thinking yogurt!" She also has informed me that she is going to marry one of the boys in her primary class. She told me one day in the car, after we had dropped Drama off at school and on our way to Sonic, "I've chosen Sam to marry. He's going to be my Mark."

With Pooh Bear's very active life style comes some accidents. She is always running around (I can't get her to stop), swinging or jumping on things. It usually doesn't take her very long to fall or bonk into something but she jumps right up and says, "I'm okay!" I don't think that she said that last Tuesday. She came home from school with a nice black eye. She and a friend had bonked heads together and she jumped into the car after school with a baggie full of melting ice. You know that had to hurt. I took these pictures that very morning. I should have got some "after" pictures but didn't think about it.

Pooh Bear is a blessing and a joy in our house. Life would be so dull without her. We have so much fun together and even though there are the times when I look at her like she is from another planet and I throw my hands into the air and say "Fine, whatever, I don't care!" she really is a wonderful, loving, kind, five year old. We have our tense moments. But, while they can be intense, they are few and far between. She loves to smile and think up crazy things that make others smile, or laugh out loud. I love you Pooh Bear! You're crazy and no, I'm probably not ever thinking what you are thinking!