You guys!
Seriously.
This face.
I can hardly stand it.
The cute. It burns.
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Nestled in my stocking this Christmas was a beautiful scarf. It’s purple and black and really soft. I have no idea how to wear it. Okay, that’s not entirely true. I did wear it like a wrap yesterday over the tank top I was wearing. Because face it, December in NW Ohio doesn’t really bring tank top appropriate weather. And sure, there are all sorts of tutorials on how to tie/drape/origami a scarf on Pinterest so I can probably figure out how to wear one. I’m not quite convinced I will be able to pull it off. My boys however, look striking in it.
I mean seriously. Don’t they look like gorgeous gypsy children? He is part of my husband JQ’s band, The Eight Fifteens. They have a show tonight and this is part of what he will be wearing. Sure, the pumpkin is definitely a nod to Halloween but trust me, this is not the first time Isaac has dressed up for a gig. It won’t be the last—holiday or not. The Eight Fifteens. Catch a gig if you can—you never know what you might see. I have a new writing gig over at Babble. Now that Huggy Baby is here I’m done writing for Babble.com’s Being Pregnant blog. Makes sense, right? Now I’m writing for their Baby’s First Year blog. I’ll be writing about life with baby number two and the ups and downs of parenting in general. It’s going to be fun. Here’s what you missed so far. I make my introduction in The Second Son. I’d love it if you joined along in my journey.
Today I am 36 weeks pregnant. Today I am thankful for both of those things. I will not be celebrating with cocktails this year. I didn’t on my 30th birthday either. Somehow I managed to be pregnant on both my 30th and 35th birthdays. I will not be repeating this trend for my 40th. I also won’t be celebrating with my traditional key lime pie made by my mother. The one I eat slice by delicious slice with a cup of coffee over several days. Gestational diabetes has other plans for me this year. I’m guessing eating an entire pie by myself would be frowned upon by the dietitian. How will we celebrate? I really have no idea. And that’s okay by me.
“It’s for the baby.”, G-tot declared as he put the sticker on the ever expanding belly of my dress. Man do I love that boy. Every night and every morning his little hands push around on my belly feeling for Huggy Baby. He hugs my belly and talks to the baby—sometimes really loudly. He is going to such an awesome big brother. We’ve been reading books together that have to do with bringing another baby into the family. They are sweet and endearing and will often invoke a wide-eyed look from G-tot when we get to the end. As if he is thinking, Hey, that’s going to be me soon. G-tot has officially decided that he wants the baby to share a room with him. I am constantly humbled by how unselfish this child is that I’m raising. When he outgrows something the first words out of his mouth anymore are, “We can keep this for my baby.” His baby. Swoon. I hope his little brother realizes how lucky he is to have G-tot in his life. I know I am. |
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