11oz of BIG news!!!

So... yesterday was a very happy day for both Daddy-to-be and I!!! We went to our ultrasound not caring if our bubs was a boy or a girl. Really, no preference. And then the ultrasound tech announced right away that without a doubt, we had a little boy on the way. Well, let me tell you... I just had a few tears start to leak from the corner of my eyes. It just made it SO much more real for me... knowing that we didn't just have a baby coming, but Luke's new little buddy as well! If it had been a girl, it would be our future pumpkin or whatever but he's a buddy and I am beyond excited to announce that to everyone!!!!

Our tech was REALLY great and had almost as much fun as us with the appointment! We even got a couple of small movie clips of him working his stuff in my tummy! And he can sure work it! Luke has this really crazy dance he does with his feet when he's all worked up, especially at weddings (sigh) and wouldn't you know it but out little boy seems to have inherited the talent. When I saw it, I burst out laughing... where have we seen these moves before??? And I will proudly applaud Dad and son from the sidelines. Probably. Well, maybe just our boy.

So, here are some of the first shots I have to offer.

I can barely handle that face already... pretty cute!

And that belly!!!! Sigh.

Letter of Apology

Dear Skinny Jeans:

I am sorry I tried to put you on yesterday. It was not fair to you at all. You should never be stretched the way I tried to stretch you. You were meant to fit over my entire butt, not halfway. I'm sure you felt really embarrassed.

I promise I won't try to wear you again until a more appropriate time. This is my solemn promise. I would never want to make you feel the way you did yesterday. I am sorry.

Yours truly,

Wishful Thinking.

What happened?

So... I am not sure how this happened but I am a total domestic weirdo. I don't think it happened overnight but slowly, like... over more than a decade. Nope, wait. Earlier. My first memory of yearning to organize goes back to my friend Shereen's house. Her mom came home with a bunch of bags from Zellers (it's like Canadian Walmart/Kmart/etc) with all these drawer organizers and I was very curious. I remember going home and asking my mom why she didn't want to organize like that. The reason wasn't too impressive.

But somehow, despite a mom who didn't truly adore plastic, made in china and other places trays and baskets, I am a lost cause! It started slowly with endless aims at getting the cupboards totally ordered when I first got married. I didn't have much else to do until my work visa came through. Maybe it was a need to control something... and boy, do cans of soup bow to my will!

Then I met Ikea. That was a life altering moment. Enough said.

And now, today I must confess to all that I have met a new and endearing friend. Meet my friend Tupperware.

Now, I remember my mom having all sorts of parties for Tupperware and (big ugh) Weekender Wear. Does anyone remember that? I hope not. It was not a good choice. SO bad. I cringe even thinking about all the different ways you could "style" (VERY loosely used) those clothes. I think I need to take a cleansing breath.... okay, I feel better now.

Where was I? Oh, right. I had a Tupperware party at the end of September. And somehow I "saved" all sorts of money by spending all sorts of money. I think I cut out the last part of that sentence for my husband! I like it when he thinks I'm a good thrifty wife. And oh-ho boy, the large box of goodies with MY name on it was enough to make me do a little dance around the dining room. I really did! And my friends, I am now proud to show you the fruits of my labor.

BEFORE

And...

AFTER

BEFORE

AFTER

For some strange reason, everything is underlining... sorry.

But, more importantly, I think I want more, ahem, NEED more Tupperware. The end.

chaos and bellies

I am succumbing to the pressure to add some belly photos. I have been SO lazy about this because every time I think about taking a picture I am looking kinda scary. And people, let's just be honest. No matter how cute the belly is, if the face and everything else is just wrong, it's all wrong. And let's just say, there's been a lot of wrong lately!

Wedding craziness, bridal showers, clean-up from wedding, a house disaster after a week of up to 4 house guests, life = not so pretty.

However, Luke did take this photo back on October 3rd... which made me 15 weeks, 6 days. So even though I'm 17 weeks, 2 days today, this is the belly shot you get for today. Maybe there will be something else later this week!

Please excuse the blurriness... camera battery was dead... used a phone.

Oh, and p.s., I changed my comments setting so that you can comment even if you don't have a google account. So comment!

kitchen towels - a beautiful thing

I love kitchen towels. Je t'aime kitchen towels. I heart kitchen towels. For the millions of ways to say it, I really do! 

Since this is my blog and I can talk about whatever I want to, it's kitchen towel day! I was just upstairs folding some laundry and ended up with a lovely stack of towels for my kitchen. Big Happy Sigh! I don't know why I like them so much. Okay, maybe I do. 

The kitchen is a part of every single day of my life. I like to eat, okay. But sometimes it gets a little mundane to be there. I'm sure you've never felt this way. 

Well, I do sometimes. But wait! I'll go to grab a towel and realize I threw it in the laundry last night and then I get to (note: GET to!) pull a new one out of the cupboard. Something pretty and clean and fresh and probably with some green in it, because I happen to like green a lot. 

Here's my little happy stack. 

Small disclaimer: please excuse the photos. BOTH my camera batteries were dead so I borrowed Lukes "beginner" camera (lol) and thus, beginner photos. Okay, maybe it's not a beginner camera. I just like mine WAY better. And know how to use it better.

Please notice the really bad photo of my towel label. This is from my absolute favorite kitchen towel on the planet. I only know one place in town to buy them and I only have one. But that is about to change. I have plans, big plans. To buy more. Possibly this week. 

I got it at The Greenhouse downtown and it's pretty much a towel bestie if there ever was one. I never have to iron it. Well, I don't really iron ANY of my towels (Puh-lease) but these ones don't wrinkle. And they are big and pretty and my favorite. In case you didn't notice yet. And it has texture... oh, sweet, sweet texture. 

And now that I realize I've been babbling about towels for more than two sentences, I'm going to stop. And pretend I didn't write about this topic at all. 

maternity jeans

First off, let me tell you that I was already a little bit skeptical of maternity jeans before I started my search for some. And this is based purely on my internet "research" or whatever you call it, and the pictures of what are available. 

So, yesterday I succumbed to the pressure of my growing belly and headed to the mall. I have zero jeans that fit me. My friend Romay lent me a pair to get me through until I bought some of my own, for which I will be eternally grateful. Nobody needs to see my pants with the zipper all the way down, begging to be worn by someone other than me. First stop of the day was Target. When I looked online, it seemed there might be some possibilities at Tarjay. Well, yes, if you live in any city OTHER than Bellingham, probably right. However, we only have like 5 racks of maternity clothes in the whole store. And about 3 pairs of jeans. I tried on every pair of maternity pants they had and all were SO awful, embarrassing actually. Being pregnant is supposed to be cute, not scary. 

I mean... really??

So I left the store quickly and made a dash for Motherhood Maternity. Now, they had a lot more to choose from in this store. I guess I shouldn't be surprised since all they sell is maternity duds. I asked for help right away and within about 3 minutes, I was in a change room with about 10 pairs of jeans and loads of hope for a good find. 

Well, funny thing about hope... it can dwindle pretty fast. To start with, they didn't have this pair, which I thought were pretty cute.

But I did try on these:

The elastic belly was great, except for the bunching at the back, which I KNOW will come in handy when the belly is much bigger but for now, not so much. And kinda short. And weird legs.

Also tried on these ones: 

Also too short. And funny legs. They made me feel ick. Dear Motherhood Maternity... please don't make me feel like that ever again. Thank-you. Amen.

 But right at the end, I found these. 

And I actually think the photo isn't nearly as SUPER RAD as the actual jeans. Okay, maybe an overstatement, but they aren't really so bad. They are longs too which made me feel very sorry for people who are actually really tall. Because I'm not. And I needed the longs. They were the only ones that looked even remotely good. But Wait!

THEN I tried on THESE!!!!! These, my friends, are my new besties for the next 6 months. Pure bliss...

Stretchy black leggings. VERRRRRYYY stretchy. Ha, just watch, I'll be wearing these 10 years from now, with the belly and everything. 

After paying for my clothes, I left the store, feeling relatively hopeful about clothing for the next six months. Then, as I was walking, I noticed a really great pair of jeans on someone ahead of me. And I knew my jeans would never be THAT great. 

Jeans envy, I tell you, it's an ugly thing. 

Commentary on Deeter

Last night we went to Lynden to a friends house for the weekly game night that they host. I love that they call it a family game night because their kids are actually in bed, wishing they were up and hanging out with us while we all play games. Awesome games. Let me make that very clear. You don't even know. 

So my friend J has these adorable little wiener puppies (aka dachshunds) that I was aching to see again since our last visit. They are now 8 weeks old, mama Ruby is done being their 24/7 mama and so Deeter (our little Chu/wiener) was allowed to come and play. Now, normally Deeter and Ruby are soul mates from the time their visit begins. They wrestle for hours and hours on the rug in the living room while we play totally NON nerdy games in the dining room. Well, Rubes is still getting over all that nursing and just plain hard work so she doesn't have a lot of steam right now. Very understandable. So I thought... that maybe Deets would play with the cute, squishy love puppies... one very fat little boy named Pretzel and a feisty girl named Dinah. 

Well, let me tell you. Deeter was TERRIFIED. And I don't mean just a little nervous. He spent a good portion of the night on the couch, looking down at those puppies and whining because he felt trapped on the couch, especially because of the lovely Dinah. She had a thing for him. And she was really quite aggressive in her affection towards him. Lots of running and chasing and wrestling every chance she could get her little paws near him. He didn't like it. I was embarrassed. He is not a dog. But then... what is he? If you come up with an answer, please let me know. There are a lot of unsettled,unanswered questions right now.

I mean... what is so scary about little loves like this?? (sorry for the ultra small photo)

Deeter used to be pretty small himself. But we did have a talk about about his behavior on the way home and I think it sunk in.