I’m feeling better. Happier. Healthier. Ready for the baby, but still, happy where I am right now in this moment. I’m enjoying my last days as a mom of one, and Lulu’s enjoying her only-childness. Each morning she climbs into my bed, snuggles up close and says “You’re my favorite, mama.” And then she rubs my belly and says “And you’re my favorite baby!”
She’s ready too.
Right now I am stuffed to the gills with delicious food from our first Thanksgiving at home. Similar to last year’s pajama Christmas, this year, as I’m about to burst with baby-ness, we decided that any trip out of town was out of the question, and spent the day just lazing around the homestead. Trent made his first turkey (on the grill, of course) and Lu and I spent the day putting together a bunch of sides. Then we made nametags for the table and pilgrim hats and headresses and glittery bonnets. It was awesome.
Trent and I both mentioned how crazy this whole day felt. Like we were pretending to be grownups, making our own big dinner and starting our own traditions. We probably won’t have another Thanksgiving at home for a while, but it was so nice to have this one, relaxing day of thanks before our lives are turned upside down. We needed it, and I’m so glad we took advantage of the opportunity.
My favorite memory from the day? Mid afternoon, I looked down in to our living room from the kitchen, and found Lulu passed out on the couch, wrapped out in blankets, a fire in the fireplace. It was quiet and warm and she succombed to the comfort of it all. It was a lovely moment.
I hope you all have as much to be thankful for this year as I do. And if this wasn’t a great year for you, I hope you still have a happy enough heart to know it will get better. And if you need some pie, we have tons of leftovers. Come on over!
Pumpkin Spice Lattes from Starbucks.
The happiness of my day depends on whether or not I obtain one of these on the way to work. Today I did not succeed in getting one. I am understandably grumpy.
Lulu.
She is so awesome, it hurts. She says goodnight and good morning to the belly every, single day. She thinks movie night is the best idea ever. She begs for hot chocolate. She hates pants. Especially jeans. She thinks that the fact that she sang “Old MacDonald Had a Farm” loudly with her fingers in her ears is what fixed the weird clicking noise my car was making. She asks me daily if I’m happy that she fixed my car. Then she says it’s because she’s a fixer girl, but excepting cars, she can only fix small things. Her favorite music genre is currently anything that was on Broadway or has a showtune vibe. She knows all the words to “Express Yourself” by Madonna (thanks, Glee!). Last night, Trent and I decided we were both so tired that we’d all just crash in our big bed together. The conversation went like this:
Trent: I love you, girls.
Me: I love you both, too.
Lucy: I love the TV in your room.
She’s awesome.
Voting.
I voted via mail in ballot last week, just to try it out, but everyone will get the opportunity next week. Work out those constitutional rights, people!
The All Songs Considered 24 Hour Music Channel.
To celebrate 10 years on the air, the amazing group down at All Songs Considered created a 24 hour stream of all the music that has ever been featured on the show. Commercial-free, excepting random stories about the show throughout the years, and full of awesome tunage, this is definitely awesome.
Glee’s Rocky Horror Episode.
There are so many things I loved about this particular episode (best tribute ep so far, in my opinion), but let’s stick with the fact that Uncle Jesse John Stamos did a Meatloaf song. And he KILLED IT. And his dance moves seemed mildly reminiscent of his Jesse and the Rippers days (anyone else notice the “Elvis” or when he jumps off the drumset at the end?)…truly, fantastically, awesome.
33 Weeks.
Holy. Crap. Technically at 36 weeks you’re full term. So, this baby could come in three weeks. Granted, I seriously doubt that, but you never know. Yesterday I realized that next week is November. And when it’s November, that means that I have a baby in the NEXT MONTH. I need to buy some diapers. Crap.
To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
~e.e. cummings
A few weeks back I took some more photos of Sawyer for his mama…and apparently never posted them here. I blame lack of sleep. Anywho, little Sawyer now looks totally different and has changed so much since these were taken. Babies grow up too fast. It’s annoying. Can someone please fix that for me?
