Wednesday, March 30, 2011

My little guy...

sure loves protein.

I've started to track my diet, now that he's creeping up on a pound, I figured it's time to double check that he's getting what he needs.

So I started this diet where I have to eat a minimum of 80 grams of protein a day, among other things. I wasn't as short as I expected, but the main thing is I need to get disciplined about drinking the milk, which accounts for almost 40 of those grams of protein.

The child's activity level has jumped. (Literally, it feels like he's jumping.)

Poor little man wanted more protein.

I guess he's gonna be a meat and potatoes guy (or in this case, a meat and rice guy) like his daddy.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Elephants are cute

An Anniversary

Book of Love
Originally uploaded by Bows and Arrows
“The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history”
George Eliot

Four years ago today, BeefyGeek asked me the Question of questions. Neither of us was wearing green.

Thank you for asking Heart's Own.

You give me music.

The Book Of Love

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures,
and instructions for dancing

But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it's just transcendental
Some of it's just really dumb

But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know

But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings

And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings

Wednesday, March 16, 2011


I have two days left in which to imagine a boy or a girl. Friday afternoon I will be limited by the truth. So I've decided to indulge in a revelry of mystery.

If you, my itty flutterbudget, are a girl I cannot wait to...

-do your hair in pigtails. and then watch you shake them.
-buy you lots of clothes with eyelets.
-decorate cookies. and Christmas cards. and valentines. and birthday cakes.
-read you Little House in the Big Woods, Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, and the Mandie Books.
-show you the Sound of Music. and sing the songs at the top of our lungs together.
-watch you twirl for your Daddy.
-teach you to get muddy in creeks and climb trees and skin your knees. because being a girl doesn't mean being too prissy for fun.
-someday watch you dance with your Daddy at your wedding. if you want dancing at your wedding. its your day, no pressure. ;-)
-pretty much everything involving you and your Daddy together. he's going to be such a sucker for you.
-watch you grow into a strong, wise, loving, lovable woman of God.

If, my dearest little kicker, you are a boy, I cannot wait to...

-play legos, and action figures, and trucks with you.
-show you Star Wars and light-saber battle with you.
-watch you wrestle your Daddy.
-"decorate" cookies with you. knowing all along that all you really want is to eat the sprinkles.
-read you comic books, and Swiss Family Robinson, and Frog and Toad.
-go exploring and let you do things that scare me slightly, to see that triumph on your face.
-toss you onto our big bed over and over until my arms hurt.
-dress up like superheroes and flight each other to the death.
-see you imitate your Daddy and want to be just like him.
-watch you grow into a strong, wise, loving lovable man of God.

In either case I cannot with to pray with you, tickle you, hold you, hug you, kiss you, smoosh you, care for you when your sick, laugh with you, teach you, sing to you, discipline you, train you, and mother you. And of course read you The Chronicles of Narnia.

I don't know you, but I love you already, whoever you are.

Oodles of X's and O's

Mommy (I can't believe I can call myself that.)

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

wherein i make a tough decision.

You know what sucks about being pregnant? When you get sick you cannot willy-nilly chug three varieties of NyQuil and sleep for hours upon end until the little sucker is nipped in the bud.

You cannot have NyQuil at all. And the drugs you can have, in the doses you can have them: do. not. work.

Also, you cannot sleep for hours upon end because you have a bladder the size of a marble and you have to eat every 30 minutes or you feel like you will die and then your baby will hate you. In that order.

So I took the one pill allowed to me and I lay awake having slept for the 30 minute nap allotted to me trying to decide if i would rather die of starvation or get out of the nice warm bed and into the shivering wilderness that is the rest of my little apartment.

And then I had to pee. Again.

SO I had a decision to make. Die of starvation in a puddle of my own urine, or haul my butt out of bed.

It was a tough call. But this chili is good.

Friday, March 4, 2011


Baby Foot
Originally uploaded by KamranM
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