For Brooke’s birthday, our friend Rachael made matching dresses for Brooke and her best friends Ava and Emma. The dresses were so cute! We arranged for the girls to debut their dresses last Sunday. Before church, we attempted to get a great picture of the girls. Trying to get three toddlers to pose for a picture was pretty impossible, so here’s the best we could do!
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We’ll start off this round of potpourri with two sleeping Spencer pictures:
I liked how he was using his pillowcase as a blanket here:
Accessorizing with Lego pieces:
Give him a place to sit and a million Matchbox cars to look at, and you’ve got yourself a happy camper:
Caroline is so sweet to Madison:
Spencer was racing his cars and used the diapers and papers to designate 1st, 2nd, and 3rd places:
Madison has turned into a scratcher. Spencer was her victim:
Bear just taking a load off:
Loving Caroline’s drawn in faces:
One day Brooke was trying to write a story. She had a stack of blank papers in front of her and an agitated look on her face.
Me: “What’s up?”
Brooke: “I just don’t know what the title of my book should be.”
Me: “Sometimes authors go ahead and write the story first and then come back and decide on a title later. You could do that.”
Brooke: “No. I need a title first.”
She then created the following post-it note for every person in the family to vote on what the title of her story should be. I was amused at how vastly different each of her options were. Decisions, decisions:
We’ve got an iPad addict:
And a paci addict:
One day we went to the park. I caught Madison in this stance watching the bigger kids act crazy:
Madison: “Mom! I’m making a tunnel for the roly polies!”
We FINALLY graduated Madison to a front-facing carseat:
Brooke was proud of this dragon. The wings and mouth moved up and down. It was pretty impressive:
Brooke: “I wonder what I would look like with glasses.”
Ten minutes later we got our answer:
I suppose it’s time for another pregnancy picture.
(This picture was taken about a month ago, hence the reason Nutcracker is in it with me. We took more current pictures but they got lost somehow and I don’t know when (if) I’ll get around to taking more, so this is the best you get. The sign that I’m holding that you can’t really read says I’m 30 weeks along.)
I’m due March 7…but I could potentially have this baby in February which is next month! Hurray!
(I know, I know. I shouldn’t get my hopes up about delivering early. I try to tell my hopes that, but they just won’t listen!)
I really want to have my baby mostly so I can, well, have a new baby but also because I’d love to no longer be pregnant…mostly because being pregnant is uncomfortable but also because I sort of look like a freak of nature when I’m pregnant. I understand this. I’ve come to terms with this, but other people haven’t as is evidenced by their comments.
Examples? Here you go:
At least weekly:
Someone: “Oh my goodness! Look at you! You look like you have a ball under your shirt!”
Someone: “No, I mean, it really looks like a ball!”
Me: “Yeah. I know.”
Someone: “No, I mean, it’s like someone literally just shoved a basketball under your shirt! That’s exactly what it looks like!”
Me: “Yeah, got it. Thanks.”
My family at Christmas: “Ha ha ha ha! Look at you! Ha ha ha ha!”
Brooke and Caroline were discussing Santa. I overhear this:
Caroline: “I think Mom’s trying to be like Santa because her tummy is just getting so big!”
My family (continued): “Ha ha ha! Can I…ha ha ha…take…ha ha ha…a picture? Ha ha ha!”
I was at church and I noticed a little girl eying my midsection.
Girl: “Are you pregnant?”
Girl: “Oh! Are you having twins?”
Girl (whispering with a satisfied smile as if we were sharing a secret): “Oh…triplets!”
My family (continued): “Ha ha ha! Did Dallas’s family…ha ha ha…think your belly was this funny?”
Me: “Well, probably, but they had enough sense to keep their comments to themselves.”
At least weekly:
Someone: “Look at you! You must be getting close! When are you due?”
Someone: “Oh. That’s…still…a ways away.”
My family (continued): No more coherent words. Just cackling.
Now maybe you understand better why I’m extra antsy to have this baby. It’s a lot more fun to hear how cute my newborn is as opposed to how strange my tummy looks.