1. Jo wore a super cute outfit today, but will no longer hold still for any sort of photo. Much less smile!
2. About 8 months too late she finally digs her home-made Halloween costume.
3. We went to Kristen & Brian's wedding on Friday- it was beautiful!! For some reason I sobbed through the entire ceremony. Good grief- maybe it is the hormones? When Brian's Grandma read the excerpt from the Velveteen Rabbit I got into an particularly bad cycle of hold breath, release it in a puff, gasp, hold breath. And that is how snorts are made. The wedding was great- these two make quite the pair!
4. Baby is now in the GO position. I think. The kid is going nuts in there, and sometimes I think he/she is flipping all over. Dr says the baby shows no signs of arriving any time soon- which is FINE BY ME!!!
5. At the doctor's office (for whatever reason) the receptionist had Jo say "ice ice baby" one day & so then at last week's appt we practiced with Vanilla Ice en route. That tickled me to no end for about 24 hours. Now I'm over it & Johonna's toddler like endurance for mind numbing repetition is JUST setting in. I have to say- hearing her say "ice ice baby TOO cold" is adorable.
6. This was my facebook status Thursday night. It bears repeating:
I am going to coldstone. It required putting undergarments back on. THAT is how badly I want ice cream.
7. I need to take a belly picture soon- this belly is unreasonably big. Sometimes I marvel at it. If by chance I walk by my husband in the buff he laughs (which, by the way, is not the right thing to do in any circumstance or under any condition.) If I walk by a mirror in the buff, I laugh (which is fine- laughing at ones self is ok. Laughing at your pregnant wife or referring to her "blossoming belly" as a "GUT" is not ok.) When Jo & I go to swim lessons we both look like toddlers- waddling like t-rexs with butts & belly's sticking out. When I'm going to the grocery store, if it is in Milwaukie, I don't care so much if the underside of the belly is hanging out a little. I'm in good company- there's lots of people in Milwaukie whose underside hangs out a bit, and they're not even pregnant.
8. Luke does p90x at home, and when Jo & I are here she takes great delight in "working out" with him. When he does his arm pull things with the resistance bands she runs in circles around him squealing. If he's doing yoga stretches she practices her 3 legged dog too. If he's doing plyometrics she jumps around & tells him, "Good jumps Daddy!"
9. When Jo toots (sometimes at an astonishing volume for a 2 year old) she says, "excuse me." Which is what we've taught her to say. But it is really REALLY hard not to laugh. She's so non-challant about it, and while she'll soon discover the humor in bodily functions I don't want her to be embarrassed just yet. So I have to put on a straight face, but it is pretty funny.
10. Luke bbq's every night. Usually chicken & veggies- that's what he eats for lunch & often what we eat for dinner. But the other night he stopped at some kitschy market & came home with an assortment of ridiculously overpriced and outlandish meats:
-hen (which i'm pretty certain is another name for "$6/lb chicken"- but the name seemed so maternally fowl that I couldn't eat it.
-water buffalo. Again- pretty sure "buffalo" is the same as "water buffalo" but I did eat that & it was good. I ate it because they sell it at Fred Meyer too and that is main stream enough for me to justify eating it. I will not eat many meats sold at Winco, including but not limited to: pigs feet, chickens feet, pig snout, tongue (of any beast) or anything with the description "hocks."
-nasty nasty marinaded shrimp. Gag me.
-lamb. I wouldn't eat that on grounds "if we sing about the animal in a song to our daughter I will not eat it." That is not sound logic nor is it true. I eat a "moo moo here and a bok bok there" all the time- but it felt like a good reason at the time.