Sunday, July 8, 2007

Not Labor Day...Yet

Today we celebrated my mom's birthday, and I thought it would be super cool for the baby to come. Apparently, Sprout did not get the memo. As Luke states every time we see heavy machinery, "Maybe another digger?", I say "Maybe another day?"

Today's Funny Luke Story: Tonight at dinner Luke was uninspired by his dining choices and said, "I want Veggie Sticks for dinner" quite clearly. I replied back, "Veggie Sticks are not on the menu." He then helpfully informed me, "They're in the cupboard." Erik, Oma and I had a seriously difficult time not laughing at the clarity with which he stated this fact, looking at me like I needed more help than he thought. Sheesh, Mom, I know they aren't "on the menu" (what's a menu?), but I can tell you where they are! Such a helpful boy.

Saturday, July 7, 2007

Due or Don't Date?

It's nearly 8 pm on our due date and unless Sprout is going to really kick things into gear, I think s/he is going to miss being born on 07/07/07. I heard this morning about some women who scheduled c-sections for today just so their child could have "the luckiest birthday." Uh...no thanks.

Erik and I went on our "Due Date" date this afternoon. This was an excellent idea given to us by our childbirth education instructor with Luke. Makes the day go quicker and I don't have spend the day being stared at and asked the question, "So, do you feel anything?" We went to a Dream Dinners session and made enough food to feed a small army. It was excellent for my nesting instincts. :-) We also went for as long a walk as possible after dinner tonight - that was a whopping twelve minutes. And it was more of a waddle than a walk.

A good friend from our former lives came to visit this afternoon and it was sheer joy to have her company. It was also delightful to see her interact with Luke. As a preschool teacher with a degree in speech development, she had all sorts of fun games to play with Luke. Watching him learn is such fun. I wanted to ask her to move in. I guess she already has a job that actually pays her money, and her husband might miss her. Too bad.

My cross stitch is coming along nicely, but as Mrs. Jean observed this afternoon, it probably won't be finished until the kids start school. It is serving its purpose now. It's impossible to count stitches and think about being overdue. It actually makes me happy to have every moment to work on the thing! Silly Amy.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

What's the Skinny with Amy?

Have you found yourself wondering lately, "So, is Amy still pregnant or what?" Yep. Still pregnant. Our due date is just two days away. I keep telling myself that. Patience. Not my strongest character trait. Actually, when I'm sitting down and can't feel the force of gravity quite as much on my body, life is good. It's when I realize that I need to go to the bathroom again for the fourth time in an hour that I feel like Baby Sprout needs an eviction notice. Fortunately for Sprout, no such notice will be given by me (at least in the form of Pitocin). One ride on that train was enough for me. So, we wait. Feel free to pray for God's peace and for my attitude to glorify Him, rather than be self-centered.

On the funny side, I was in a fabric store the other day and had the absolutely irresistible urge to buy a cross stitch kit. I haven't cross stitched since I was twelve. Regardless, I bought a kit and have found myself sitting quietly doing needle work. I'm thinking that might be one of the more odd nesting urges I've had this time around. It also appears that nesting is somewhat contagious. Oma and Erik worked for a good three hours in the yard this morning, creating a yard waste pile that is the envy of all. Luke enjoyed the morning "working" outside with them. He gets the prize for gardener who picked up the most "heavy rocks." Good work, Luke.

On the even funnier side, my husband is currently enjoying a new game on the Wii called Raving Rabbids that involves "evil" bunnies, lots of plungers, and a fair amount of disco dancing. I seriously do not have words to describe it. I think he knows I need the distraction. This game definitely does the trick!

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Happy Birthday to Me!

I'm not one of these to avoid and/or dislike my birthday. I LOVE my birthday. I like looking back on the year and realizing how much God has grown me. I like looking ahead to what He is going to do in the next year of my life. I also like the presents. :-)
Today was a good day. Erik made breakfast for the family and Luke greeted me with a sweet, "Happy Birthday, Mommy." The day continued with meeting some new friends of ours at church. They were coming for the first time. That is a great birthday present! After church Dave and Lynne came over and made barbecued salmon for lunch. YUM! Then I took a two hour nap. Another bit of yum! Neighbors came calling with their toddler daughter. She and Luke proceeded to provide the entertainment with the help of a balloon. After their departure, my friend Holly came for evening tea. Having spent a significant amount of time in England, Holly does tea like a professional. It was a most civilized way to end the day.
I thank God for those He has placed in my life to bless me on this day and all the others of last year and the year to come.

Saturday, June 30, 2007

MANAMANA!

You remember it. The crazy muppet yelling the word manamana while these back up singer-like creatures calmly try to sing "doo doo doo doo doot." It's classic and wonderful although I didn't realize its true beauty until tonight. I know why the creators of the muppet show created the word manamana. Toddlers are able to learn it rapidly AND they instinctively yell it at the top of their lungs. This might seem like it would annoy, but tonight shortly before dinner Luke played the role of crazy muppet while Erik and I sang back up. Being a child of the 80's I have never been so happy in all my life. I have my own muppet. What more could I ask for?

In other news...I'm officially 39 weeks pregnant now. That's huge in case you were wondering. It is exciting to be getting closer to meeting Sprout. Another muppet to observe and enjoy. I'm definitely aware that I'm not the one pulling the strings on these creatures. See previous entry.

In addition to reenacting my childhood with my son, I'm also nesting like crazy. I've purchased eight sponges over the past two days. Why? Because I might need them! :-) Oh, I need to go into labor soon or my closets are going to be filled with cleaning supplies that I may or may not ever use. If you are dropping by for a visit, I really like the Magic Eraser sponges.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Toddler Goo

Have you ever been in a restaurant and watched your child melt into a screaming puddle of toddler goo? Friday night we experienced this for the first time and were a little taken aback. Daddy handled it with grace and dignity, removing said pile of goo from the highchair and taking him outside to "walk it off." While this helped immensely, Toddler Luke was unable to return to the table to enjoy his chicken strips and french fries. We got the food to go.

Saturday we treated Toddler Luke to a morning at the Children's Museum, one of his favorite destinations. He played in the dig pit with Daddy, fixed food in the kitchen, enjoyed the water room and was in awe of the green screen technology which allowed him to watch himself on TV. A kind volunteer let us know that story time was beginning on the lawn outside, so we got our hands stamped and headed for the carpet squares. Luke stole the show by sitting next to the story reader and occasionally making comments about the characters involved. This seemed acceptable to his parental units. It was when he started roaming the crowd, demanding a little more attention that we realized Toddler Goo was about to make its appearance right here, right now. It did. We extracted him quickly and not at all quietly.

So what did Sunday bring? A touch of apprehension on our part to go out in public perhaps? Never! A quick trip to Fred Meyer this morning was followed by church. No goo. The last event of the day was a 2-year-old's birthday party complete with presents that weren't Luke's and balloons he couldn't have. Amazingly, despite only having had an hour-long nap, Luke did not succumb to goo. We enjoyed the party for about an hour and a half and departed with smiles and waves to the birthday boy. I will confess, this was before presents were opened. Why press your luck?

Lessons learned: Toddler Goo will happen and you cannot predict where or when. Quick extraction is a must, so don't get too attached to the groceries in your cart.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Jammies with Extra "Jam" Provided



Oma brought Luke a new pair of pajamas, which inspired him to do some jamming of his own in the kitchen this evening. The level of cute was almost unbearable. The camera was just barely fast enough to catch some of it. He obviously has the moves. I actually think I caught him in the middle of jumping up and down, but the result is undeniably adorable.