Ouch

Ouch is right. This is the first mommy-induced booboo for my little pun'kin. That's right, it's all my fault.

Seems she was standing against our front screen door and I opened it, causing her to tumble forward onto the concrete. Luckily (HA!), her nose broke her fall. And broke my heart.

I think my ego was more damaged than her nose. Long after her tears dried up, I was still squeezing some out of my own. Oh, the shame. It also doesn't help that S thinks it's fun to tell everyone that I threw her on the ground, then stepped on her. Revenge will be mine.

Holy Crap, she's walking

Am I in trouble now!

Last night angel-baby took her first tentative steps by herself. While S and I were busy talking. Thankfully, she caught S's eye and he got to witness her first "grown-up" steps. Man, I always miss the big moments. Luckily, she performed her trick once more before calling it a night.

I will admit it now. I cried. A lot. Seems to be happening a lot lately. I feel as though I am in mourning over the growing up of my little girl. It started out as just whimsical melancholy, but has snowballed into pregnant-hormonal depression over how she will never fit in one arm again. How she will never cut that first tooth again. Never take her first steps again...agh, I'm welling up as I type.

I know this is the pregnancy talking. But, it is sad. Who knew how heartbreaking watching your children grow could be. In just a few (yeah like 14-15) years, she's going to be screaming about how I don't understand and how she will just DIE if I don't let her do what she wants. So, I will cherish these sweet, simple, cuddle days. And cry into my pillow.

Pictures

Picassa and Hello are not cooperating with me, so I'll have to show you pictures the "old-fashioned" way. You know, where I highlight a word and you, the loyal reader, have to click on it. Barbaric I know, but what can I do?

So, here is my happy little family. I've cropped it so you aren't blinded by the great whiteness that is my legs (believe me, if you knew how white they really are, you'd be profusely thanking me).

This is my lovely husband S and me. My father thought a picture of us holding the flotation ring would be funny. I only agreed because it hides flabby tummies so well.

And here is our pride and joy. Isn't she just so damn cute, that you could puke? Yeah, I thought so too.

It's good to be back

Thanks to you for noticing I was AWOL. Yes, for part of the time we were in Hawaii, but the rest of my two week absence was due to the fact that S decided to spill water all over our driver for the computer. It didn't like that. So after much swearing and cursing, we are back online. Phew.

I have two weeks worth of blog reading to do and about 100 emails to respond to. I feel so popular. Though, I feel most of those are probably ads for viagra or something.

Hawaii was wonderful. Warm and sunny. And humid...ick! I felt like I was melting half the time. But, overall the trip was great. Except for my stupidity with the language. Seems I've been in California too long, when everywhere I went I hollered "Hola" at the people instead of "Aloha." Oops, hee hee. It made for some nice giggles. That and my sister wondering why we didn't need passports. Wow.

I promise to post some pics soon. Everything else is great. I am now 19.5 weeks along and the BIG u/s is February 2nd. Keep those fingers crossed that the babies legs won't be. Crossed that is.

This can't be good

You know you have a problem when you start thinking Anthony from the Wiggles is hot. It's an even bigger problem when you have dreams with him in them in which you are doing things only you and your husband should be doing.

Don't you need a license for parenthood?

So, I've been reading everyone's resolutions for the new year and I gotta say I am mightily impressed. I gave up on those a long, long time ago. I mean, who was I kidding? I knew by February that all of them would be broken. So, no resolutions for me. Makes life easier, you know?

The sun has finally come back to us here in Northern California. This cloudy, rainy crap was really wreaking havoc on my emotions. Even though I rarely venture past our front porch, just knowing if I did go into the "real" world I would get wet made me sad. Today, I know I can walk outside without fear of wet shoes and soggy hair. That is if I really wanted to walk somewhere (HA!)

I can't believe in about 6 months I am going to be the mother of two (2!!) children. Oh my. I certainly don't feel "grown-up" enough for that. Seriously, I still feel like I'm playing house somedays. S and I fight over the baby's toys (she got this really cool one for Christmas that he and I think is great. Greater than she seems to think). Can you imagine what we'll be like when the kids (agh, plural!) are older and want to play video games, but can't because I have to get to the next level before handing over the controller. My mind can't seem to wrap around that.

We have tooth!

Finally, the little bugger decided to cut her first tooth. And get this...It's her top tooth. Leave it to my child to be abnormal and cut her teeth backwards.

It was great. I didn't even know she was teething. I had been diligently checking her bottom gums every day, searching for signs that there were indeed teeth under them, never thinking to check her top gums. Then, a few nights ago I was tickling her and noticed something poking out up there in gumland. Holy crap, I thought and called S over to investigate (S is now code for husband, I was sick of typing new words for husband and he still won't let me use his name...sheesh).

As for those pictures of terror I promised, well that's a sore subject here. S decided that the only way to get rid of that nasty virus on the computer was to wipe out the hard drive and start all over. Meaning, he deleted all of our Christmas pictures. Son of a... Needless to say I was upset, he was upset, the dog and baby were upset. That will teach me not to backup onto a disk...DOH!