Archive for February, 2010

I’m sure my devotees have noticed that I haven’t been keeping up with my regular posts lately. I could list some excuses, but instead, I’m just going to give a wrap-up of what’s been going on in my life while not posting.

First, sometime around the end of January, I peed on a stick and got two lines.

(pretty announcement made with Mom-To-Be by Kristin Aagard and Peta Boardman)

I’m kinda guessing on the due date, but I think it’s close enough. If girl stuff makes you uncomfortable, skip to the next paragraph. I’m still nursing Bean, and my last menstrual period was in November 2007, so that cute little wheel they use at the doctor’s office to tell you your due date, which is usually inaccurate anyway, doesn’t know what to do with itself in my case. So I’m basically going off of when I felt pregnant and when I got a positive test. I’m sticking with this due date unless and until an ultrasound can give me something more accurate. Yesterday, I had my first appointment regarding my status as incubator, and learned nothing new. Long story short, they didn’t end up with so much as a urine test, but at least I gave them fresh copies of whatever forms they need to be happy.

I have a dating scan Friday morning. As long as it’s a healthy Bug, I don’t care about the date. But doctors do, so there you go.

In the middle of February, we all got sick. Everyone threw up at least once. We had to cancel our plans to go to not one, but TWO parties. Including one where I was going to dress Bean up in a costume. *pout* It was going to be so cute.

On Sunday, Thomas and his twin sister turned 30. In Denmark, round birthdays are a big deal. When you’re 29 or 31, eh, whatever. But 30? Biiiiig party! Invite everyone you know! And come on, TWINS! This is HUGE, right?! Yeah, not so much. It was just the immediate fam. I’m married to a (very hot, awesome, wonderful) lump on a log. But that’s ok, because I’m in the first trimester of pregnancy anyway. Partying just isn’t the same. But I did eat and keep down several boller, some hot chocolate, and some lagkage. So that’s worth celebrating in itself. In dedication of my man making it three decades, I present you with one of my recent scrapbooking creations.

By the way, I turn 32 on 7th March. Just sayin’.

During all this, I’ve also been running a download-a-day for my “real job” as a digital scrapbook kit designer. That’s a lot more work than it should be, because a lot of people don’t read instructions and/or think they are special and deserve more time to get each download than everyone else gets. It’s stressing me out.

And, I also volunteer to make a newsletter for a non-profit organization, and next month’s newsletter just isn’t going as smoothly as usual. I don’t want to complain too much about it or call people out, but I’m just… ugh. It’s usually much easier, but everything is going wrong this time.

Today, I’m feeling pretty good, though, and I’m trying to get back on track. I’ve cleaned a bit and everything. There’s laundry going. So far so good. Maybe I’ll even be up for a WW tomorrow. Until then….

I didn’t know there was a singalong at the end of playgroup, so when everyone looked like they were packing up, I got Bean in her snowsuit.

Then I realized no one was leaving yet. So here’s Bean in her snowsuit, and everyone else still in their Fastelavn costumes.

Oops.

Daddy’s always on his laptop. Mommy’s always on her laptop. Bean wants to be a part of it too. I didn’t really expect it to work, but it was on sale and if nothing else, when she’s 3 and up, like the package suggests, she could use it to learn her numbers or something.

She loves it. Don’t get me wrong; she still wants to use mine, too, but it actually does work to distract her with her own laptop. Hers is more colorful, louder, and plays her favorite kind of music: the danceable kind.

She fails spectacularly at all the games on it, but that’s not why we bought it anyway. We just wanted something that looked like a laptop so she could have one too, and something that was safe for a child, since our old Dell laptop can apparently hurt little fingers that pry the keys off.

We got exactly what we wanted, and so did Bean.

I’ve heard this kind of thing before, a lot. Someone explain it.

“I’m a week late every month!”

What does that mean? Seriously. If it happens every month, then that’s just… how it is. It can’t be late. It’s normal. Perhaps you mean to say “my cycle is a week longer than I want it to be” or “my cycle is a week longer than it was at some other point in my life.” But to say you’re late by the same amount of time every single time your period comes is kinda like saying “I’m 5’3, but when I get measured with an accurate yardstick, it always says 5’2.” Well then, honey, you’re 5’2.

Unless I’m missing something. What else could it mean?

Bean can unzip zippers and unsnap snaps like a pro, and lately it seems that she enjoys doing those things so much, that she’ll relieve her pyjamas of their duties at the expense of being cold, just to get some practice in.

It turns out that two-piece, zipper-free, snap-free pyjamas for 17-month-old girls are not very popular, because I can’t find any. I did have a set of pink jams with little white poodles on them, but they’re size 3T. With nothing else to try, I put them on her.

And they fit.

What?!

I can only assume they shrunk. I got them used from another mom, so maybe they used to be 3T and now they aren’t, but the tag doesn’t self-update… right? Right? My little girl can’t possibly be a size 3T! She’s like 20 pounds!

Legos. I love them. My daughter loves them. My husband loves them.

At first, we built towers and watched Bean tear them down. Now, she’s starting to put Legos together on her own. No towers yet, but small formations for her to carry around and show off to me are wonderful too.

The packaging wanted me to wait until 18 months to get Legos for bean. She’s been playing with them for months and I have nothing but good things to say about it. I look forward to more and more exciting Lego sculptures.

Bring it, Builder Bean. Bring it.