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November 30, 2005
6 Inches
Dear New Kid,
How in the heck did you get to be 6 inches already?!?! I don't want you to take this wrong, but when I was pregnant with your sister, I:
a) wasn't sick every moment, and;
b) wasn't in the midst of the usual end of the year work mess and holidays.
So I had a lot more time to obsess on pregnancy. And I knew at every moment about how big she was.
I lost track of how big you were at about the bean stage and figured you were about a walnut or two right now (18 weeks along on Friday). Imagine my surprise when I checked the websites and you are six freaking inches long already! I'm so sorry, New Kid.
I'm hyper focused on the ultrasound date of 12/16/2005 where we get to find out what kind of parts you have. And what your name is. 10:30am. I cannot wait.
I also think I feel you moving a bit, but I'm not certain, so I don't talk about it yet. Of course, I thought I was losing my mind, because how could I feel A WALNUT OR TWO MOVING AROUND IN THERE??!?! But you aren't my little walnut any longer. Sniff.
Anyway, I'm sorry, New Kid. It's not that you aren't super very important; just that I've been preoccupied with work and vomit. I do love you very, very much and in a very different way than I love your sister.
Love,
Momma
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November 25, 2005
Happy Thanksgiving!
We had a very nice Thanksgiving this year with only a few mishaps and they were all to do with food, so not a big deal at all. We had Mom, Todd, Joanne, Scott and Casey over (Casey came late, as she had to work all day). The only food that got thrown out was a nasty gross artichoke sausage dish that didn't smell good, look good, or act good. Ick. Stupid Tyler Florence on the Food Network is a big fat liar. As is Rachael Ray. I was calling her all sorts of names yesterday when the stuffin' muffins from her 60 Minute Thanksgiving meal took me an hour and a half all by themselves. There is no freaking way she could do all she did in 60 minutes unless the Umpah Loompahs came and helped out during the commercial freaking breaks.
Anyway, it was a mad frantic mess towards the end there, but Mom and I pulled it off and even though I forgot to put my homemade cranberry sauce on the table, it was still a nice Thanksgiving.
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November 21, 2005
And one more Signa thing...
I keep forgetting to jot down that when she is trying to explain something and you aren't listening, she climbs into your lap and grabs your face in her hands and points your head towards you and then sounds out every sylable of what she is trying to say.
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Doctor's Appointment
I just got back from my doctors appointment and New Kid is just fine. I have lost some more weight so now I have to drink those Ensure drinks to bulk up. I told her about the concerns and issues I'm having this pregnancy and so I now will go every two weeks to reassure me that everything is fine. I also got blood drawn in case my thyroid is acting up again. And the AFP test to see if New Kid and I maybe has any similar characteristics of anyone in the universe who has ever had a birth defect. So all is well. According to a lady with a degree who listened to New Kid's heart beating for 4 seconds.
In Signa news, I spent a lot of time with her this weekend. Marc cleaned on Saturday so Signa and I had a picnic at the park together. Then Sunday Marc came down with a cold, so we stayed in and Signa and I did some Christmas projects and playing. At one point, she said, "I miss Momma Pie" and wanted to see pictures of her. (Momma Pie is one of Dad and Molly's cats- the ONE that actually didn't run in horror from Signa). We looked at pictures and she said (after saying, "I *LOVE* Momma Pie"), I miss Grampa Giraffe Hat, too. I want to see him tomorrow." This just cracked me up, because Dad bought her the giraffe hat at the safari place we went to. And his nickname used to be Harry the Hat. Now Hat is still in his nickname! Totally cute and funny.
GrammaC was also high in Signa's thoughts this weekend as she kept announcing, "Hey! Gramma's here, I think!" She was not. But Signa could not be persuaded. "In a minute. She will be here in a minute." Finally last night she announced, "I see Gramma for Thanksgiving on Wednesday." She was close.
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November 17, 2005
Coke-Head Lollypops
It's 3:30am and I can't sleep. Been up for almost an hour now. I worked on work email and a work project and then on regular emails. I got a note from Tim about whining and drinking, which reminded me to share this Signa story. Although I can't get to the site to update, I'll jot it down and load it in the morning.
Tonight when we were driving into the driveway from haircuts and the grocery store, Marc said, "What's that coke-head neighbor doing parked in our driveway?" (for those neighbors reading this, it's the people on the OTHER street who play loud music and annoy everyone- it's not you). Signa yells, "That's not a coke head!" and then follows with an explanation of why she just corrected Dad, "I'm wired on lollypops."
That's as close as we get to drunk these days.
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November 14, 2005
Maybe, just maybe???
Some news about me and New Kid.
Saturday- No morning sickness. Ever.
Sunday- No morning sickness. Ever.
Today hasn't been AS wonderful, but still not bad.
I'm afraid to say maybe it's over, but I'm thankful for the two days off.
Now for some Signa items. She woke up in the middle of the night and was talking about something cute. As we are known to do, we couldn't help it and kissed her cheeks. Marc got the left one and I got the right one. At the same time. Signa furled her brows and held up one finger. "One people at a time. One."
We also went to see Santa. She was super nervous, but trekked on. She slightly understands that Santa brings her presents so she was really trying to be okay with sitting on his lap. She just sat there nervous and telling him in a monotone high-pitched Signa voice, "I want the big green BC Builder." Whenever anyone would say, "Say cheese!" she'd apply a super fake grin of fear. Poor girl. Afterwards, she said, "I was brave." And she was.
Oh, and some people mentioned that you couldn't read the website because the side part was over it. Can you let me know if this is better?
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November 11, 2005
Rambling
The other night, I was sitting around making Christmas cards and Signa asked if I'd make her a book. So I took a tiny scrap of paper and folded it up so that it had pages like a book and gave it to her. Then I asked her to read it to me.
Once upon a time it was me, Signa. I was all grown up. I went to dance class. I was bad. I'll be better tomorrow and say, "Sorry." The end.
All "read" as if she were sounding out the words.
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Every single thing that remotely resembles a toy that comes on television, we hear excited yelling, "I have that for Christmas?" I said no to something and said she already had a lot of things on her Christmas list. She answered, "I want FIVE POUNDS of presents for Christmas!"
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The other day, she asked Marc why he had nipples and why the cat had nipples. He stumbled through something and then said that girls get boobies when they grow up. She answered with her excited yelling, "I'm gonna have GIANT BOOBIES when I grow up! GIANT!"
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I'm starting to feel okay a lot of the time these days. Not all of the time on any day, but a lot of the time a lot of the days. Which is better than before. We are 15 weeks pregnant today. Only 25 weeks left!
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Our new cat is insane. He literally climbs the walls. He is relentless with Jack, to the point where Jack is hoarse from yelling at him. But then five minutes later (and an entire squirt bottle of water later), he's curled up purring next to us or Jack, super loving and cute.
Me thinks someone needs a little snip snip, if you know what I mean…
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November 09, 2005
Things I Keep Forgetting to Write
Whenever Signa sees my bras, she says, "That's a boobie holder. I want a Darth Vader boobie holder when I grow up."
At bedtime, she always tries to get out of it with much aplomb. "Signa, it's time for bed." "But you're my BEST friend, Momma! I love you!"
And then last night, Signa and Marc were doing puzzles on the floor and I was making Christmas cards. Signa suddenly stood up and walked to the loveseat sofa. She stood there for a minute and then said, "I just went pee pee on the potty!" and came back and sat down. Yep. She filled her diaper. Why couldn't she really go to the potty, though? Oh well, this was the first time she really made an effort to do something before doing something, so there is still hope.
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November 07, 2005
I'm a Barbie Girl
This morning Marc and Signa drove me to work. Signa was in the back with her toy d'jour, a plastic dinosaur, and she was singing made up words to the tune of Aqua's "I'm a Barbie Girl."
"I have stomping feet. Stomping on top of buil-di-ings. With my feet. Going to my house. Going to eat some break-fa-ast. Gonna have some panca-akes."
And then on the way home, we passed McDonald's and she whispered in song, "Old McDonald's had a farm. Eeei Eeei Oh." Whispering because she knew there would be no McD for dinner. Shortly after, she began singing Happy Birthday ala the Ramones, but to different farm animals.
Music is wonderful.
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November 06, 2005
October Pictures- corrected
If you looked at the October pictures already, the miscellaneous pictures were from September. I fixed it and added some explanation of the miscellaneous.
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November 05, 2005
October Pictures
October pictures are up. Visit them here:
www.mascotmanor.org/Pictures/oct05/index.htm
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November 04, 2005
Redesign
I got tired of the coffee, since the smell of coffee makes me sick. So I decided to go for Christmas cheer even though it's early.
Of course this is after trying 4 Thanksgiving themes that didn't work...
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November 01, 2005
Trick or Treat!
It's cool that Walmart hires the elderly. Except when they are Crotchety Old Witches (COWTM) like the one that works in
the fabric area of our Walmart. Then it's not so cool.
We went to Walmart to try to get some material to make the King Tut headpiece for Signa's Halloween costume. Striped material, gold material, gold belt-like strands. You know, the usual. While putting my stuff on the counter for cutting, COWTM sighed. Repeatedly. Marc and Signa were looking at other things and came up at about the 9th sigh. Marc JOKED that we should just try to put the costume together there. COWTM said with more sighing, "Why not? Every one else does." Then she went on to say that she's had to (Oh my GOD) HELP people with costumes all day. Isn't that what customer service is? Helping people? Maybe I have it all wrong.
Anyway, in my ever-polite manner, I tried to be friendly and nice about what we were doing. "We are just trying to put together her King Tut costume. She just HAD to be King Tut." Nervously overly happy giggle. She freaking pounced.
"She HAD to be King Tut?" Like we should have stopped her from being something intelligent? "Huh. Does she even know who King Tut is??"
Signa answered, "He's an Egyptian."
COWTM actually said then, "He wasn't even a king. He was
a PHAROAH. Did you even know that?" To Signa. She said this to Signa. I was contemplating murder when Marc very pointedly answered, "SHE IS THREE. THREE." We left quickly, but not before COWTM made it be known that her daughter was reading at three.
Bitch.
Signa has been playing with an imaginary cat named Nicky/Snicky- we aren't sure which, as it goes back and forth. She saves him and then carries him around in the palm of her hand for hours (Nicky is apparently very, very tiny). If it's time for her to eat, we have to hold Nicky for her. We were talking about this at a birthday party and said, "We don't know where she got this." And she answered, loudly, "I got it from PeeWee Herman!"
Lordy.
Yesterday was Halloween and after weeks of practicing saying Trick or Treat and Thank You, Signa froze at all the first few doors. After awhile, she was okay, but it did take several houses. Her King Tut costume was impeccable; Marc did a great job with making the headpiece and imagining the rest so that it actually worked.
We took her early to Paul and Beth's, as they were going out to dinner for Beth's birthday. We wanted to make sure they saw King Tut, since they've had to hear about it for months. Then we went home and had dinner before going out again.
I think she was funniest at Vince and Cathy's, where she just walked right in and started watching television. Candy? Who cares! They have a big-screen TV!
We took turns taking her out and this morning she told me, "I was scared at one" (held up one finger) "point. The ghost was making noise and it scared me." I just liked the "at one point" reference, as that is how Marc told me about it last night. So she overheard and repeated.
We must be so careful.
All in all, though, she had a great time. She ate 1/2 of a piece of candy and then said, "I'm done." So she definitely wasn't in it for the candy. It was all about the people. And the costume.
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