Introducing...

our daughter! Paisley Rose Points.

She arrived on Friday, August 24th at 10:55pm after a very quick labor. Everyone is doing splendidly.

2 days old:

9 days old:

I'll be back later!

I get by with a little help from mah friends.

The hubs graciously agreed to paint my toenails for me (with nary a complaint!) since doing them myself is virtually impossible. Now do I have a great guy or do I have a great guy?

Plus he did a stellar job. From what I can see from up here.

The Staring People

She's ridin' low low low. The doctor told me that most women deliver in their 39th week. So, perhaps this week it will be! Maybe even tomorrow! Or today! Or Wednesday! The possibilities are endless.

I must look like I am about shoot a baby out immediately because I keep getting comments these days from well meaning strangers in the grocery store or Target saying things like "Just hang in there sweetie!," and "You just look like you're about to pop!"

Throughout my 3rd trimester, I've noticed a funny (and sometimes disturbing) phenomenon: You get a lot of attention when you are pregnant.

From strangers.

There's of course the sweet little comments like "Ooohhhh so cute! When are you due???" which always lead to the inevitable, "Do you know what you're having?" and, "Do you have a name picked out?" Which is all fine, I don't mind chatting and answering them, "August 28th, " "Yes, a girl," and "Yes we're naming her Luigi Mario Kart Points."

Then there's the people who simply gaze at you with a smile on their face, perhaps remembering their pregnancy or simply admiring my excellent and extremely attractive preggo waddle. They give off mostly happy vibes.

But then there's the ones who just stare.

Sometimes it's with a look of utter astonishment.

Sometimes it's a look of "WHAT THE" as they do a double take.

Sometimes it's seems that they are just unable to drag their eyes and lifted brow away from the beach ball that appears to have sprouted arms, legs, and a head and is currently making it's way toward them down the sidewalk.

Now. This leads me to question to myself, "SURELY I cannot be the first pregnant lady they have ever seen?"

And then I ask myself, "Do I ALSO stare at pregnant people like this? Because if so I should stop. It's weird."

Some people have tried to tell me that it's all in my head. But as I was talking to my bump buddy Molly recently, who is due just a day or so after me, she suddenly asked me out of the blue, "Do people just...stare at you?"

Yes. Yes they do. And it's weird.

A room for the behbeh.

We were so excited when we finally finished girlfriend's little room! It feels good to have everything prepared and laid out - gives me a sense of having things together (although I'm sure we will discover there is plenty we do NOT have together once she gets here.)

Lot's of greens and pinks, and a slight "classic" Winnie the Pooh theme. That changing table? That so nicely matches (oh how I love matching) the other furniture? $10 off Craigslist bay-to-the-bee.

Here are some crib details - my mother (soon to be Mamaw to her first grandchild) made the beautiful Pooh Bear bumpers, blanket, curtains (as seen in another post), and even some flannel Pooh Bear sheets for when the colder weather comes. And my aunt made the quilt. Lot's of homemade going on here, which I LOVE. Love love. And that super adorable mobile? Found it at a (rather sketchy looking but turned out to be awesome) garage sale for $15!

Sometimes I just stand in the middle looking around at everything, thinking about the daughter (what?!?!) that we will soon have living in there. Then I feel kind of corny and leave.

But soon find my way back in there again.

Here are a few "before" pics.

This dresser has been passed around quite a bit - it started out as my mom's when she was a kid, then it was mine and my brother's, and now it's here. It's also seen it's share of refinishing!

Babies. Rooms for them. Awesomesauce.

Update

My blog posts these days just seem to be random updates here and there, but I'm a-ok with that for now. Time to just go with the flow!! And eat some cookies.

My 27th birthday was last week and it was certainly a good time. Some of the festivities included a fancy dinner with the hubs, seeing the new Batman movie, homemade dinner with a couple of friends, shuffleboard with the extended fam (though I did not participate but instead sat and watched in a pregnant haze), eating (engulfing?) made-from-scratch chocolate eclairs from my mom (she makes them for me every year - it's my happy place), and dinner at Chino Latino's with my bro, sis, mom and hubs.

Not all of these things happened in one day. That would have been busy. Too busy for an apparently almost 30 year old.

Here's the hubs and I at my birthday dinner at Muffuletta. Delish? Yes. One of our last date nights without having to hire a babysitter? Perhaps. My oh my how life is about to change.

Other things I've been up to are as follows:

Finishing up the baby's room (I'll be sharing pics soon!)

Thinking about all of my old clothes and how soon I might be able to fit into them once my bowling ball stomach is gone.

Trying to run errands and do useful things but often failing because of general fatigue and killer back pain. I complained to the hubs the other day, "It's hard to do things." "What?" he said. "It's just hard to do things," I repeated.

"....." was his response.

Finally making it to the beach with my sister. We've been trying to make it there for awhile but because of a series of unfortunate (although usually comical) events it took us a long time to finally make it happen.

Here's us.

Here's Hannah posing with Lake Calhoun. She approves.

Hope all is well in all of your worlds! Not sure how often I'll be around here for a bit, as I am at 37 weeks and little girlfriend could pretty much make her appearance at any time! Now that's crazy talk.

Conquest!

I woke up with this song by the White Stripes in my head this morning.

I hoped that it would result in a day full of power and energy.

When in reality I was napping within two hours.

I had a fun weekend. Did you? Friday night we were at a wedding of two great friends and I so totally got my dance on. Granted it was huge pregnant lady dance (resulting in a very embarrassing picture which will...not be shown here.) but it was still dance! And it felt awesome to do something that felt so normal.

The only problem was that even though I had such an fantastic time I completely wrecked my back, which resulted in me waking up that night to go pee and not being able to walk. Wonderful! I thought. Brilliant work, Elizabeth! I said to myself. I slowly lurched my way to the bathroom and back mourning the fact that I had now probably condemned myself to my bed for the rest of my pregnancy.

But in the morning it was much much better. So I was able to breathe a huge, thankful sigh of relief.

And declare my dancing days over until after girlfriend is long out.

Other weekend happenings which did not include dancing but were just as fun:

Birthday parties.

Baby showers, and getting to do a bump to bump photo. I've always wanted one of those. These are our friends Molly and Tim and they are great. Please disregard my disheveled hair and grimacing weird smile. Thanks, you're a pal.

Watching movies with the hubs.

Getting to hang out with the hubs' parents.

Scoring a $10 changing table from Craigslist that matches the rest of our nursery furniture. I'm all about matching over here. Seriously, it's a problem.

Getting special treats from McDonald's. Here's the hubs trying to eat his dipped cone while driving.

Here's the scenario. The hubs tries to eat his cone and drips everywhere. I kind of try to help but I'm also distracted by the three pack of chocolate chip cookies that I'm eating. Like, it's hard to stop eating them for even a second. (The day that McDonald's started selling chocolate chip cookies was the best and also worst day of my life.) Finally I find him some napkins in the glove department and he manages to get the cone down to a manageable and non-drippable size. While driving. Then. As soon as he says, "Well that was quite the adventure," he accidentally somehow flings the cone out of his hand, fumbles with it in the air and then catches it ice cream down in his palm. While driving. Cue very loud laughter and tears streaming down my face.  It was totally a Chandler Bing moment, and pretty much made my day.

The funny thing is that the hubs is so not a dropper like Chandler is. He has the reflexes of a cat, or lynx, or some other such quick witted creature. I think that it being so out of his character is why it brought out the big belly laughs.

And when you are almost 36 weeks pregnant the big belly laughs are very big indeed.

2 videos in one post! This is a first.

These dayz

I noticed today that it's been awhile since I've blogged. It seems that I have come down with a case of nesting fever and all I think about is preparing for the baby (who is coming shockingly soon, as I have realized.) I would try and make excuses for myself, but I have accepted it must be a deeply embedded instinct that has temporarily claimed my life. So I make none.

Instead I will show you some of my recent obsessions.

Wiping down some garage sale finds.

Getting happy about some Dr. Seuss books I found at a thrift store. I am SO excited about girlfriend's growing book collection.

Hanging up the super cute Pooh Bear curtains that my own mother lovingly sewed.

Here's Geppetto. She's not quite an obsession of mine at the moment, even though she totally wishes that she was.

Hopefully she gets along with the new family member! Sometimes she can be a crabby patty. But we still love her.

Preg problems.

I've been meaning to write a post for some time about the funny parts of being pregnant. It's been taking me awhile to get to it...I first started typing a draft way back in like the middle of my 2nd tri. Now that I'm well into the 3rd tri I figure I'd better get going and finish this BEFORE an infant permanently enters my life.

So. On to the prego talk.

The first 16 weeks of my pregnancy were definitely the hardest because of the feeling sick and because of the lack of motivation to do ANYTHING (as evidenced by the many piles of dirty dishes that were a staple in our house during that time and by the fact that the entire month of February and most of March is void of any blog posts.)

But now that there is some distance between now and that horribleness I am able to laugh at a few things that happened during that time. Such as:

- I was constantly out of breath. Especially when taking a hot shower or after eating a large meal. I would just sit down after attempting either of these things and pant like a dog, chug water, and wonder how life could POSSIBLY go on. These are things I would have expected once I was further along and huge - not at the beginning! My friends all thought it was hilarious. I was not so sure.

- I was nauseous a lot - but more than that I had a constant gagging problem that was there whether or not I was actually feeling sick. Meaning I gagged all the time for no apparent reason. I would gag first thing in the morning when I woke up and continued throughout the entire day until bed time. I couldn't talk in funny voices because any change in my throat triggered it. And I couldn't even listen to OTHER people talk in funny voices because knowing what they must be doing with their throat to make that voice triggered it. Weird stuff.

- I super hard ugly cried over lots of VERY trivial things. Some of these things included stubbing my toe, worrying that I couldn't make it to the post office on time (and subsequently canceling ALL of my plans for the day just so that I COULD make it to the post office on time), being afraid of catching a cold, and not having any Saltine crackers.

Oh my dear sweet hubs was so good to me. I would routinely complain to him that my life would always be like this from now on, that I would NEVER get better. That I would ALWAYS be like this. He would calmly smile and tell me that I was of course wrong.

And he was of course right.

At right around 16 weeks or so I started feeling better. HALLELUJAH I was so overjoyed. Being pregnant has QUITE a bit more enjoyable since then I would say.

Funny little things that happen these days are:

-Walking (or more appropriately "lumbering about") like a large, slow, duck-like creature. The later it gets in the day the slower I move and the more I waddle. The hubs likes to mimic this walk with me when we are out and about so that I don't feel as silly. Or maybe he's just mocking me, I'm not sure.

- The inability to get in and out of bed without making lots of loud, labored grunting noises. It's seriously SO difficult. I have to stop to take a breather halfway through the process and can't control the volume of my grunts.

- Similar thing with getting out of the car. Sometimes when I get home I just sit in my car for an extra 5 minutes willing myself to try and get out.

- The clumsiness. And the forgetfulness. I'm always getting super mad at myself for forgetting to do something important, only to remember later that I DID remember to do the important thing. Silly.

- And of course there's the lung squishing. Self explanatory.

This pic was taken at 32 weeks. We're getting there, people.

5 Years!

We had a great anniversary.

Starting out with trying to get a nice picture of ourselves. Trying is the key word here.

We finally got one with two nice smiles, no double chins, and both our faces.

Activities of the weekend included delicious homemade ice cream at Crema Cafe. (I got chai tea ice cream, and yes the word you are looking for is YUM.)

Dinner and bowling at Bryant Lake Bowl. I tried not to bend or twist my back at all (it's been a-hurtin' lately) so I looked preeetty silly trying to bowl like that. Very stick straight. But in a basketball belly type of way.

In other news, it turns out that I score better when I bowl pregnant lady style.

The hubs bowling and keeping score. He's having a good time, I swear!

Me complaining after realizing that I had no socks to wear with the bowling shoes. This was a large bummer. The second picture is of me making the most of a stinky situation.

The hubs was the perfect gentleman and offered his socks for me to wear...but I wasn't sure that would make things any better. All boys as a rule have very sweaty feet. But I did appreciate the gesture.

Other activities included playing Ticket to Ride at least six times over the course of the weekend - my new favorite game and one of my anniversary gifts. My other gift was a gorgeous new glider and ottoman for the baby's room! What a great (GREAT) hubs I have. I've been enjoying sitting on it out in the living room since the baby's room is no where close to ready yet.

We'd better get on that.

The weekend was such a blast and as it came to an end I felt very happy and blessed. Not only with a fantastic marriage that is still going strong, but also with wonderful and generous family members who have been supporting us all along and are still supporting us as we step into a new chapter of our lives.

Thanks guys.

I documented last year's anniversary too, here!

Healthy Desserts.

I've tried a couple "healthy" dessert recipes lately. You know, where you substitute the awesomeness that makes the dessert awesome for something weird and it's not supposed to taste any different.

But I haven't had very good luck.

First I tried that "chocolate chip cookie dough dip" that's been going around the web - the kind you make with chickpeas. "Wow, chocolate chip cookie dough flavored hummus?" I thought to myself. "Let's do this!" I was especially excited since cookie dough has been off limits for me as resident pregnant lady these past 7 months or so, and I pictured myself eating this healthy option with a spoon all day.

But no, no. Maybe I made it wrong but I'm pretty sure I didn't make it wrong and it turns out that there is no way that chickpeas will ever taste like cookie dough.

Oh well. Moving on.

So then, recently I heard that if you take a brownie mix and substitute a can of pumpkin for the oil, water and egg that it's amazing and way healthier. So of course I tried it.

And it tastes bad. And not good. I was so sad to have wasted a perfectly good brownie mix. I had to buy a new one immediately.

Maybe my sweet tooth is too picky? I'm not sure. But I'm pretty sure I just need the real stuff.

Case in point - it's quite possible that I ate an entire container of mini cinnamon rolls from Target today. Which I'm not sure but pretty positive were not healthy at all.

What?

I won't confirm or deny it. Although the hubs is going to be preeetty surprised when he gets home tonight and finds no miniature cinnamon rolls.



PS. People, don't worry. Of course I eat lots of healthy things. But I guess not healthy desserts because I just can't be fooled.

Camping!

Do you ever listen to itunes on your computer, and then mute it when you get a phone call, and then forget to un-mute it until apparently it has silently played through 2 1/2 Ben Folds albums without your knowledge?

That didn't happen to me today.

Just kidding it did.

Well Ben Folds is back on and I'm ready to share a bit about my super fun weekend! The hubs and I had one of my veeery favorite types of weekends - a camping weekend. We ventured off to a nearby state park with a few good friends and got our tents and campfires on.

I was a little bit nervous about going because of the whole baby growing thing and wasn't sure how my body would hold up to sleeping in a tent for two nights since girlfriend has been giving me some pretty severe back pain. But we packed plenty of cushioning (we just car camped this weekend yo, no backpacking trips for us this year!) and I was surprised and so very pleased that sleeping wasn't a problem for my poor back.

The real problem lay in the hiking. We had some great hikes, complete with beautiful scenery, getting up close and personal (and muddy) with the St. Croix River, witnessing some wildlife (including millions of mosquitos), and finding an amazing beach to take a refreshing swim in (it was around 90 degrees all weekend so getting in the water felt GRAND). But by the end I was definitely hobbling around like an old lady.

Or maybe just like a pregnant lady with an extremely sore back, I don't know.

I wasn't the only one who was tired though. This is Sitka, our friends' pup. She was exhausted. And floppy.

The remainder of the time I was able to rest my back as we played fun games, had good chats, ate delicious food (it's true that all food tastes EXTRA good when you are camping) and had great laughs.

Here's the hubs making a Zoolander face. Blue Steel, I'm pretty sure.

So now we are back in the blessed air conditioning complete with a wee bit of sunburn and a tremendous bit of bug bites, and it feels like my body is still recovering. As sad as that may or may not sound. But I'm so glad I got to get a camping trip in this summer in my current state! We'll see if we manage another one.

How was your weekend friends?

It's a life changer.

Things have been moving right along here, as they always do. The happenings of the past week include a few new design jobs, meeting with my business partner to re-design our website (we are getting super close, can't wait to share the new site soon!), the start of summer violin lessons, water aerobics at the gym (the water makes my lurching body seem almost...graceful), my 28 week appointment (all good and healthy here!) and subsequently the start of the 3rd trimester (WHAT).

I've also been spending quite a bit of time pondering the strange new shape and size my butt is taking on.

ANYWAY. I've been wanting to share with you pet lovers out there our newest pet investment, which we are in love with. I mentioned here that our two cats had been driving us bonkers with waking us up at horrible hours of the morning wanting to be fed. When I say horrible hours I mean that sometimes it was BEFORE 5am. (Shudders.) No matter what we did we could not get them to just. simmer. down.

So. After many months of talk and debate and morning grumbles, we finally decided to splurge and get an automatic cat feeder. And after having it for about a month, we are LOVING it.

HELLO precious hours of undisturbed sleep! Pleased to have you.

We got the "Petmate Portion Control Infinity Programmable Cat Feeder." What a mouthful. We love it. Lu hu hu hu huv it. We programmed it to disperse a pre-measured amount of food (that we decided on) at 5 am to satisfy their early rising bellies. Our cats are from the same litter and have always been good at sharing, so they have had no problem eating out of the same bowl. Otherwise we would have had to buy two. Which would have been an expensive bummer.

They were a little nervous of the noise it made at first, but manned up quickly once they realized that that noise meant food.

You can program it to dispense up to three times a day, and although it doesn't come with a power cord (so far we are using batteries) you can order one from the company. I think we will do that soon, so that we don't have to worry about the batteries dying.

Not that our feline friends wouldn't let us know if they didn't get fed. They have their ways. Their very loud ways.

And so. If you are suffering from lack of sleep because of your stubborn, hungry pets...this is has been our solution and as I have already mentioned we looooove it!



P.S. Don't think that I'm oblivious to the fact that I will soon be having a baby and will once again be losing precious hours of sleep. I'm just choosing not to acknowledge that right now. kthanksbye.

P.P.S. Petmate has no clue who I am and didn't give me any money to rave about their genius product.

Hi.

Well.

Didn't the last week just fly right by me.

Things have been preeeetty busy around here. And I have lots of fun stuff to talk about! But right now cleaning my house must take precedence as it's been...absolutely far too long. And we have people coming over tonight.

But I figured I'd stop in for a quick chat and the latest bump update.

That's us while visiting Brian's family last weekend for Memorial Day.

Fun times! And all that good stuff.

Ok lets talk soon.

This post contains the biggest run-on sentence ever.

Today I...

Thought about how ripe mangos are probably the prettiest fruit around. Then I ate some ripe mango and thought about how they are also the tastiest.

Avoided the dishes piling on our counter. Yes that is my dirty kitchen bared to the interwebs. I must be feeling extra daring tonight.

Hung out with one of my favorite feline pals. She's concerned about something in this picture. It's very rare that she's not concerned about something.

Considered carpet samples for our basement.

Ate some oreo chocolate chip cookies and pondered their deliciousness. I'll be posting the recipe soon.

Not pictured: working out with a friend, complaining about lack of maternity work out shorts/pants (besides sweatpants which were making me so very hot ((and not in the hottie type of way. More of the pregnant and scary kind of way.)) ), said friend taking me to find some cheap workout maternity capris (scary hot pregnant problem solved!), loving this post from Beth Anne, watching lot's of old episodes of The Office while designing some super fun wedding invites (I'll post them here eventually!), remembering how I used to love watching Jim and Pam before they got all married and boring, and writing huge run-on sentences in today's blog post.

Well I gotta jet, but I'll leave you with this Dwight Schrute quote. Fellas you better take this seriously:

"Women are like wolves. If you want a wolf, you have to trap it. You have to snare it. And then you have to tame it. Keep it happy. Care for it. Feed it. Lovingly. The way an animal deserves to be loved...And my animal deserves a lot of lovin'."

-Dwight, of course talking about his Angela.

Shop and bump update.

I added a new 5 x 7 print to the shop today! This friendly horse has dramatic wind blown mane hair. Perfect for any dramatic wind blown member of your family. Who likes horses.

He's also available as a note card (single card or set.) Check out the options here!

In other news. I had a fun first Semi-Mother's Day, celebrating all the moms and grandmoms in our family with delicious food and fun games. I say "semi" for myself because obviously I am a mother as there is a big ol' behbeh growing inside of me, but don't yet have all of the motherly type responsibility as I have yet to PUSH girlfriend OUT.

Yes, that last part terrifies me. (cue heavy breathing, widening eyes and growing panic)

Oh well. I still have a few more months to harbor my fear!

This pic was taken at about 24 weeks. I told the hubs I wanted some "fun candid" shots taken...but as I had a horrible cold I wasn't feeling "fun" or "candid" at all. So this is what we got! Me working hard to get a semi-natural looking smile out while being eaten by the flower bush. We'll try again soon.

Friday Ponderings

A few things have been eating at me today.

Such as.

Why is it that when that new band One Direction comes on the radio, I don't change the channel?
Even worse, why do I turn it UP? It seems to go against everything I stand for. Could it be the pregnancy hormones? Is it because I saw them perform on SNL and was hypnotized by their boy band dance moves? Do they bring me back to my junior high days of The Backstreet Boys and NSync?

I am perplexed by this turn of events and am now listening to Wolfmother to try and put things right.

Also. Why is it so hard to pick out cards at Target? Does anyone else have this problem? I don't even want to think about how long I stood with a blank stare on my face in the card section today, the whole time having to pee. I just want something funny or witty, but also simple. With good design. Is that too hard to ask, Target? Without having to crawl my way through stacks of annoying ones first?

Also. Why have I never worn turquoise and red together before today?

And finally. Why do my cats do hilarious things but then stop as soon as I take out the camera? Can cats really be camera shy? Is that a thing?

But. On a different note. Here's the hubs using Gepetto (who didn't run away from the camera this time) to practice for the baby that's coming our way. I think Gepetto likes the attention.

Awww. I can already tell that he's got this fatherhood thing down.

Playing some catchup. With my mouth open.

Well suddenly it seems that I have not blogged for over a week.

Not to say that it hasn't been a week worth writing about! Lots of note worthy things have happened which include the Mall of America with some awesome gal pals, the start of a very epic bathroom closet re-organization, new baseboard and door trim in our upper level (everything is finally starting to match!!!), a visit from my father-in-law, an enormous (500+ families!) baby and kid garage sale with my mom and bestie where I scored SO many good deals for the growing behbeh, and getting some more new items listed in the shop!

Ok. So OBVIOUSLY my goal needs to be to take more pictures. Because I have no evidence to support the awesome productiveness that was my week.

Pretty much the only bad part of the week is that the psychotic pregnancy hormones, or symptoms, or whatever you might call them have given me a perpetually stuffy nose, it seems. Which has caused me to have to breath mostly out of my mouth at all times which happens to NOT be my favorite type of breathing. It reminds me of being sick and causes my lips to dry out much quicker than closed mouth breathing does. Therefore I have to apply chap stick MUCH more frequently, causing me to have to buy chap stick MUCH more often.

What a waste of money open mouthed breathing is.

Well anyway. There are sure to be more posts and PICTURES this week. Because it's now my goal.

On catching up with the rest of society.

I've had an excellent week and weekend, which included being very productive (yes!), getting to see our little growing sprout via ultrasound (incredible!), blowing through the entire season 6 of Weeds  (because it FINALLY! came on Netflix!), and hanging out with awesome friends and family (who are awesome!)

Yes, the baby bump is definitely coming along. Exciting times, I say!

In other news, I finally jumped on the Pinterest train. I had successfully avoided it for so long...because really. Did I need ANOTHER thing to take up my time? I think not, I told myself. Besides, it can't be THAT great, I told myself. But I have finally succumbed and joined the pinning madness. Of course, I'm a convert. As everyone told me I would be.

But. I did think that it was super weird that I had to request an invite and then wait forever for it to come instead of just being able to sign up. AND it took a super long time to come. More than a day!! What's that??! I guess that Pinterest and I have a lot of things to learn about each other.

And yes it definitely took up way too much of my Sunday afternoon today. Help!

Or. Want to be pinning buddies? Find me here!

Lots of exclamation points today. I must be in an excitable! mood!

You make me crazy Liz.

My 5 year old violin student the other day told me (after I told her to try playing a few lines again), "You make me crazy Liz." I promptly laughed super hard which caused her to think of herself as a brilliant comedian, and she said it over and over again for the next five minutes.

I like the funny parts of life.

I'm getting caught up on some projects around here, and hope to be back to my more creative endeavors soon. But I feel like I'm having trouble regaining my old work ethic and momentum.

Example.

Today I came home from teaching violin and ate some dinner. Then I ate a second dinner. Then I ventured down to the basement where the hubs is working on some electrical work. After unsuccessfully trying to lure him upstairs to hang out with me by using my swingin' prego moves and flirting, I wandered aimlessly back upstairs and wondered what to do with myself.

I was already caught up on any Hulu watching I might want to do.

I had finished my book and didn't have another one to start.

And I had already eaten two dinners plus some snacks and dessert.

"Dude, what am I going to do now?" I asked my faithful kitty companion.

Then I remembered how if this had been a time before we got preggers, I would have been excited about the opportunity to squeeze a few extra hours of work in. Editing new projects for the shop, making a sketch, or writing a post.

So then I wrote a post. This post.

And now I'm going to share a picture of cats. What else?

Look at them, plotting. They totally April fooled our sleepy hineys on Sunday morning. They woke me up at 6am to feed them. I went back to bed....and they woke up the hubs at 7am. And he fed them! Two breakfasts!

Dang, fooled yo.

A list of nice things.

Happy things from this past week or so:


- Renting the first season of Modern Family from the library. I didn't start watching the show until the second season so I was excited to finally catch up. Luke is of course my favorite character.


- Thrifting with my sis. And another time with the hubs. And another time by myself. Thrifting is a great past time. 


- Good work outs and good chats with my bestie.


- The hubs bringing me home cinnamon rolls (on account of my spending an obscene amount of time on the Cinnabon website reading their product descriptions) and the new Muppet Movie one night. 


- The hubs bringing me home cream cheese wontons another night. I guess that when I became pregnant my new love language became....food. 


- Having enough energy and drive to do some gardening on Saturday. I may have mentioned sometime before how much I (don't) love gardening, so it felt like a pretty big victory to me.


- Delicious Sunday lunch with a couple of friends in uptown.


- Chugging huge glasses of orange juice filled with ice. I decided a long time ago that orange juice is much better if it has ice in it.


- Making a successful loaf of banana chocolate chip (and also pear) bread. It was only around for a few days.


- Blizzards with the hubs after a busy day. I got french silk pie. Mmmm so good.




Maybe I should have just titled this post good things that I ate this week?