January 26, 2015
Armed with her princess dress and Cinderella shoes, we got ready to go and then it was off to dance the night away! As my own dad and I sat and found some quality time to catch-up on life (due to my current distrust of anything with high heels and my newfound center of gravity), we watched the sheer excitement of my three-year-old as she eagerly pulled her dad to the dance floor. It was a far cry from last year when we stayed for a total of three songs and left with a girl who was so exhausted she could barely stand; this year, she would've danced all night if her little legs would've held her. After well over an hour of dancing and twirling with daddy, we finally gathered ourselves up and headed home.
As both a mother and daughter, it was an amazing night, but one of my favorite parts was the very end as we clicked my little girl into her carseat and she leaned over to her daddy and thanked him for taking her to the ball. And sure enough, the very next day she was asking if she could go back and dance with him again. Here's to next year!
January 23, 2015
I was lucky enough to get to celebrate with our little family in the evening. Jonathan made my favorite dinner (because in another life, that man was clearly a sous chef) and I had two little helpers who eagerly helped me open my gifts. A few days later, we celebrated with extended family and enjoyed some quality time together catching up and eating donuts. All in all, it was a great way to ring in another year, especially one that's bound to come with so many memorable moments and changes for our family. Can't wait to see what's in store for us in the next twelve months and, in the meantime… donuts all around!
January 22, 2015
That said, the transition is going fairly smoothly most days with Evie entertaining herself with her dolls or chalkboard and Nathaniel building Legos. Now if we can just avoid any more bodily fluids erupting from the wee ones until the baby arrives, I will consider myself wildly lucky.
January 20, 2015
As you can all see, this little one is carrying so far out front that he or she practically resides in their own zip code. Though my hips don't appreciate this newest phenomenon, we're all learning to deal with it; I'm sitting more frequently, Jonathan picks up anything I can't reach from the floor, and the kids are often sent on missions up and down the stairs to help mommy out. We're managing.
This pregnancy has been different from the last two in so many ways and before I forget all of the minute details, I thought I would share a few of them.
1. Nothing has ever tasted so good as anything I drink during this pregnancy. Ice water, milk, and Coke are all better than ever before.
2. I've developed a profound weakness for baby tech; with this pregnancy, it's taken the form of a new baby monitor that will be arriving on the market in March… hopefully before our littlest one enters the picture.
3. I still can't find a Chinese restaurant that measures-up to my pregnancy cravings. The Chinese food I've been craving can only be found in a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant up north… that closed about six years ago.
4. Nesting has kicked-in full swing, but I have no urge to clean. Instead, my days are filled with trying to finish projects like a baby blanket I'm knitting or painting the kitchen. I'm itching to scrape the popcorn ceiling in the family room and tear down some wood paneling, but so far Jonathan has convinced me to wait. That man deserves an award.
5. This pregnancy has been the most challenging so far and the most physically uncomfortable. Standing, walking, and especially bending over are taking their toll like never before, but despite it all, I think I'm handling it better with this little one than I did with the previous two, knowing that this is the last time I'll be going through it while anticipating being able to meet our sweet little babe.
I'll try to snap another photo or two before the baby arrives, but for now, it's back to the project list. The kitchen still needs painting and Jonathan is ready to physically restrain me if I look too hard at the wood paneling. Just a few more weeks to go!