Milkymilk

Happy 730 Days, Leap Year Baby

During your second year of life, little Harper, you:

• lost your taste for dirt
• chocolate milk was your signature drink 
• moved from Chicago to Fairfield County, Connecticut
• missed old friends 
• made new friends 
• learned your ABC's
• sang your first song, Poker Face by Lady Gaga
• were very tolerant of your mama's pregnancy
• fell in love with the mall and Target 
• got your very own swing
• learned to jump
• climbed to great heights (which is a no no) 
• were completely unfazed by the sound of balloons popping
• you were fearless, tough, determined, cuddly, sweet, very polite, and your father and I admired you more every day

Spring, What Happened?

Bu-bye mud puddles.  Hello blizzard.

Oh winter, you are so tricky and mischievous to let us frolic like that, and then trap us in our four little walls.  You are so pretty, though, I love you anyway.

 

Skylar tried to dig the car out this morning, and broke a windshield wiper.  Doh!  He had taken the day off of work, to nap while we went to the children's museum.  Instead he has been stuck inside helping me entertain a little girl who just realized she is TWO and it is TERRIBLE and we are very quickly running out of SNACKS!  Hopefully, we can make it to the grocery store after their naps.  Wish us luck, pleeeeeease.

Very Muddy Twinkle Toes

It is official, Harper starts her first ballet class next week.  We will never speak of how much these classes cost, or how much I spent on her little ballet outfit today.  Let's just hope someday the girl gets a scholarship...

It was the best rainy day, and she spent most of it jumping in puddles.  Unfortunately, the dog taught her how to drink from them, too.  Goodness, we should probably be investing in some hardcore stain removal products and wellies, and not tutus.  You never know, though.  She does love to jump.

 

Twiddling Time

We are now less than 3 weeks from my due date, but I would not hold my breath if I were you.  Harper was two weeks late.  So, I could very well be pregnant for another month.  Or, I could give birth tomorrow.  If there is one thing I know for sure, it is that with babies, you never know.  For what it is worth, I'm one cm dilated!  Whoop it up, peeps!  

"Wait a minute.  What does that mean, 1 cm?"  You might ask.  Nothing.  It is just a false measurement of hope that labor will come soon.

I'm trying to keep myself busy as possible these days.  Every time there is a lull in our day, I obsess about getting this over with.  Pregnancy is fun, at times, but after 9 months you just want to meet that baby!  (And bend.  Tie your shoes, roll over in bed... You know, all that glamorous stuff.)

Luckily, we have had two weekends of fun times to keep my mind off of things.  

We had an itty bitty family birthday party for Harper.  (More pictures to come later.)  She won't be two till the end of the month, but, like most two year olds, she cannot read a calender.  She had the time of her life: blueberry pancakes for breakfast, mac and cheese for diner, cake, ice cream, balloons galore and PRESENTS!  The whole next week after diner she would ask for more presents.  Oh, little girl, if only every day was your birthday.

The next weekend, some dear lady friends threw me a Surprise Tea Party Baby Sprinkle, complete with clotted cream!  SO Lush!  

"Sprinkle?  O.k., first crazy pants dilated talk, now Sprinkles?"  Yes.  You see for your first baby you get a shower.  Next babies get sprinkles.  (One of the husbands told Skylar they should throw him a tinkle.  Friends don't give friends golden showers (ti-he!))

Then, we ran into a mama friend in town at lunch & had a spontaneous accidental lunch date!  It was one of those lovely days were we felt like we really live here, all settled and cozy.  

 

The snow is melting, mud puddles are forming, and we a facing a week of rain.  Spring is trying to edge out winter.  Hopefully we'll be able to get in some good times outdoors to keep our minds off this waiting game.     

Oh, one last thing.  Trixie must have heard about the Sprinkle, because she gave me a little present this week.  A mouse butt & head.  IN MY SHOE.  Thankfully, Sklyar spotted the mouse bits long before I went to put my shoes on.  I had to throw them away, due to the carnage stickiness.  Oh well, it is the thought that counts, Trixie.  (And now, I get to go shoe shopping!)

Happy Valentine's Day!

(Sorry for the abrupt ending there.)  Hope your Valentine's Day is full of dizzying loveliness!  xoxo

Also, I hope to be blogging more soon.  We are one day less than a month from my due date, and napping has taken over my to do list.  This too shall pass.  Oh, wait!  Then there will be a newborn to take care of...