A Really Long Walk

A few weeks ago Mster planned a family day. She did it all on her own. She never really announced when it was going to happen only that it would. It involved a really long walk, a visit to a favorite indoor playground and a restaurant. We kind of let her live in her own little imaginary world figuring she would forget about it and move on to another fantasy day.

Well, this has not happened. The day has not surfaced but Mster has declared this Saturday as our VERY LONG WALK DAY! We will all (as a family) take a very long walk. She's determined. She's talked about it every day this week. Today she reminded me that our really long walk was going to happen tomorrow.

We've figured out that really long walk means "past our neighborhood", "almost to Denver", and "straight to the yellow park".

I've been instructed to call our friends to borrow their double stroller (in case she gets tired).

This whole thing amuses me greatly. We have never agreed and still today are sort of living in denial that she's really going to push the family event.

But its just SOOOO Fun

Lster has spent all morning putting stuff down his pajamas. He's in ones with feet so they get stuck and he doesn't really seem to care. I only figured it out when I changed his diaper and found all the hidden treasures.

He did come and ask for help when he stowed away Cster's old cell phone. I have to admit I secretly hoped someone would call his old line (cause its still good till the end of the month) and he would FREAK out. Actually, I guess I'm glad it didn't.

And...there it goes down his pajamas again.

No Pants Lster

Once a week my friends would have a "no-pants" spaghetti night. It sounds more riske then it really was. The rule was you couldn't wear pants. Most often shorts were worn.

But Lster would have LOVED no pants spaghetti because he routinely takes off his pants and refuses to put them back on. (and he loves spaghetti) At this point in my life I really don't care. I'll ask him every 1/2 an hour if he's ready to put them back on. Most often the response is "no" and that's okay.

One day, he'll realize the social need for pants and he'll wear them. Right? Imean he just walked up to me and told me he pooped so there is some social progress happening over here.

The 1/2 Birthday

A week ago Mster was invited to a friends house to play. She went and they took her to her friends older sister's elementary school where they had floats to celebrate the sister's 1/2 birthday. They NEVER did that when I was in school. I was always just out of luck for my birthday since it was in a summer months. But I digress.

If you can imagine the excitement that this caused for my 4 year old you should still up it another notch. She's been talking about 1/2 birthdays evey day and on Monday finally asked me when her 1/2 birthday was. I thought about it for a second, checked my calendar, and to Msters utmost delightment discovered it was only 2 days away...today.

Mster woke up this morning announcing her 1/2 birthday. She requested a friend over to play. She told all her preschool class during show and tell. She's expecting cupcakes (she can expect all she wants). She thinks its a real birthday and no matter how many times I tell her its not, in her mind, it is. I bought blueberries yesterday because they were on sale and let her have some for lunch. I told her they were for her 1/2 birthday. I let her invite her friend over (which she already does at least weekly) and told her it was because it was her 1/2 birthday. And now I'm sitting here trying to come up with other ways to "celebrate" this monumentous day without actually celebrating it.

I'm thinking of adding a few more stories at bedtime. "Letting" her play outside with the neighbors (its like 70degrees today). If I can get up let her pick out some new boots at Target (they're 75% off) for next year while I get ingredients for dinner. Maybe I'll even let her have some leftover Christmas M&M's that I give out as treats and desert whenever I'm feeling generous.

Because...one only gets to turn 4 1/2 once in a lifetime. :)

Mster: Mom, can I have blueberries on my 1/2 birthday every year?

Pizza Pops - the description

Pizza pops are not pizza flavored popsicles. That would be just gross.

Pizza pops are frozen (heat in the microwave) preservative filled calzones. You might compare them to hotpockets. But they don't look the same or taste the same.

And my stomache hurts. And I was just dreaming of a time when I used to wake up really late and stay in bed and read till I was so hungry I had to drag myself out of bed to heat up pizza pops and eat them curled up on the couch watching a made for tv movie or finishing my book. Oh to be 16 again and not have to fight for the tv on inauguration day and repeatedly ask the my little ponies to stop jumping off my head.

Pizza Pops

The other day Cster was at the store. He called me to see if I wanted him to buy me anything. I told him "pizza pops". He repeated it three (3) times and hung up. He called me back and said they didn't have any, did I want anything else. But the problem was, I didn't. My body was saying "feed me pizza pops".

This got me to thinking. I hadn't seen pizza pops in a long time. Did they still exist? I went online to check it out and see where I could buy them and I was flabergasted. According to wikipedia, they are ONLY SOLD IN CANDA. You have got to be kidding me. And now that I know for sure I can't have them, its all I want. :(

The reference

Surviving

That's about all I can say about the first few months of pregnancy. We're surviving. The baby was named "Loki" almost immediately after we announced the pregnancy at Christmas time by Cster's family. I don't really remember who started it. Probably Cster.

I've been slacking in my church responsibilites. I'm trying really hard but I got an back up to day just in case and ended up using her. 20 minutes is a long time to be standing up and singing and teaching to a big roomful of 3-8 year olds. I did it last week for 30 minutes and nearly died. I barely made my second round an hour later with the older group. So for now everybody is being super nice while I'm in my invalid phase. People bring me dinners a couple of times a week which is so good because I am useless past 3pm. My friends have taken the kids on really bad days and Mster's friends have been inviting her over for playdates way more often.

I'm seriously ready to get past this next month so I can return to normality. Its hard to accept charity. Its nice, but hard to accept.

PS - oh and Cster tore ligaments in his right thumb and has a cast for 6 weeks. So, he's in a lot of pain too. Sometimes I think we should just have a big whine fest between the two of us but with me in bed so early we don't really see each other all that much.

Its Official

So I went to the doctor's appt today and we've seen the heartbeat so TADA...I'm pregnant.

Surprize, Surprize since I have been posting a lot about being sick. I'm trying not to monopolize the posts but its really all I can think of.

Due Date: August 20, 2009

In response to comments:

Tara - yes, I'm pregnant. :)

Megan - The sword comments actually came from my girl. She's starting to get into swords. I'm not sure if this is related to princesses (which she is VERY into) or if its a whole new thing. Or, just a random thought vocalized. Since she vocalizes every single possible thought this is entirely possible.

Quips and Questions

Mster: Can animals live with holes in them?
Me: What kind of holes?
Mster: You know. Not the kind of holes that are in crayons but more like the people holes.
Me: I'm still not understanding what you mean by holes.
Mster: Well...holes.
Me: Like the hole in your mouth?
Mster: No.
Me: How did the animals get the holes?
Mster: By sharp swords.
Me: aahh

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There's nothing like throwing up in a parking lot while your 2 year old son decides it would be hilarious to mimic and make retching sounds in his carseat.

Lster, the Helper

You're quality of life may be going slightly downhill when your 2 year old hands you over a grocery bag and asks if you need throw up.

I hate feeling sick

Lster stop asking for the wii. "wii me" will not work no matter how cute you are when you ask me and no matter how frequently you ask.

Please note: the more you ask, the less cute it gets.

Sickness, be gone!

I now deem this Christmas season, "the Sickest Christmas EVER". This even tops our first Christmas together when I was keeled over pregnant sick.

I haven't seen Cster this sick since he slept for 3 days straight after having an allergic reaction. Our throats still hurt. We still take daily medicine for the headaches. I can't count how many kleenex boxes we've gone through.

Seriously. We're done..

A fun 2 weeks

Its been hectic.

Its been fun.

Its been snot filled.

Its been full of massive glands and soar throats to make the strongest cry in pain.

Its been full of presents.

Its been full of family.

Its been full of sweets that nobody's really felt up to eating.

Its been full of caroling and the Christmas story.

Its been full of laughs.

Its been full of food.

Its been full of giddy children in elves jammies.

Its been full of duplicate gifts (oops).

Its been full of games.

Its been full of Christmas lights.

Its been full of a new haircut.

Its been full of surprises.

Lster update

For my own record here is the boring sleeping update.

Lster cried at 8:30 (I went in since we had company and it was bothering them). He also cried at 12:44 - I did not go in and he eventually stopped but he cried a long time. Cster told me Lster also woke up at 11pm and cried but I didn't hear that one.

Mster woke up twice too and decided to battle me about her water cup both times.

I'm ready to check into a hotel.

Oh Lster, get thee to bed

Lster has decided he doesn't need to sleep...period. No naps. Not at night. He's just going to stay up all the time and ask me to play wii and watch Dora. I'm not really liking this idea. Last night he was up between 2 and 4. At 3AM I finally decided this was the last night of comforting and that tomorrow there would be crying (probably lots and lots of crying). I did it with Mster and she's a great sleeper and healthy and she still loves me. (so much so that she would throw a snowball at me in a snowball fight because she's only going to throw one at the people she loves). And so last night (it being the last night) and Cster was still sick and I wanted him to sleep and not hear the crying I brought Lster into our room at 3AM and let him sleep with me. He then proceeded to "hang out" for an hour. I pretended to sleep and steal glances at him. Everytime he had his eyes wide open just lying there. And this isn't the first time we've had a 2-4AM incident.

What the...? Doesn't this boy need to sleep? I'm baffled. And most people know me as the Sleep Queen (A self-proclaimed title) I'm at a lost. Bring on the crying.

PS - Star picture coming. I can only take it at night because of window glare and I seem to forget once the sun goes down. Maybe it has something to do with the lack of sleep.

Trick Question

Just when I think she's the smartest girl on the planet.

Mster: How many days until seven (7) days?
Me: seven
Mster: Oh

My Farewell Words

Last week was a sad week. We lost a dear friend. I wasn't ready for it to go. I wasn't prepared. I hadn't said goodbye. One day it just up and disappeared out of our life forever. Whenever I try to bring it back all I get is tears. Sad sobbing tears. Frantic tears. All varieties of tears. I will miss it greatly. It had such a calming effect on the house. It broke up the day. It gave me and Mster some special alone time. And so it is with ultimate sadness that I've finally come to terms with the fact that Lster is no longer napping. I'm still in shock. Honestly, some days I forget and think I'm missing something and I can just do the one magical thing and he will start napping again. But I'm wrong. He's only 2. He's barely 2. I'm trying to look on the bright side of things but right now I'm just trying to find fun things to fill the 12:30-2pm hour (he never napped long to begin with) so that we don't go crazy.

The Star on our Tree

The angel on our tree was little suicidal and no matter how much coaching we gave her she just seemed to always be on the verge of making the jump.



So...I thought it would be fun for Mster and me to make a star. It worked and the star is at the top and Msters pretty proud of her achievement and I'm pretty proud she stuck it out and finished it without whining or getting bored.

Christmas Tree - 2nd attempt

Here are pics.

Lster Loved IT!!!



Mster Loved it until she fell down and broke a nail (seriously) and then cried and pouted and went into the car.



Here's the tree in our living room.

The 5 pies!