November 30, 2011 § 1 Comment
At the beginning of November, I did a “toy rotation” for Hiram and put a tutu in his toy box. Just, you know, to see if he thought it was fun.
Because… who can resist a tutu?
Apparently, the answer to this question is: Hiram. But only for a month.
Last night, Hiram finally took the tutu out and tried it on. Over his ball pants. Which, I guess if I had to predict how Hiram would sport a tutu, it would be over ball pants. And, his tutu phase only lasted a few short minutes. But at least I got photos.
November 29, 2011 § 1 Comment
I guess I didn’t realize how many things I had cataloged in my mind as “signs e-Lou is almost here.” Apparently I have been busy cataloging and now am feeling optimistic about the encouraging things I’ve been seeing lately. Here are signs that make my heart beat a little faster– and make me re-panic about the state of the nursery:
1) The house, decorated for Christmas
2) The Christmas cactus, in bloom
3) My adorable feet
November 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
November 22, 2011 § 1 Comment
Ugh. 36 weeks done and a month go to. I’m officially a crabby pregnant lady now and have started trying to use my “visualization skills” to get e-Lou born a little early. As in…any day now would be just fine with me. No but seriously, I have put a lot of thought into this and have come up with this list of birth dates (ordered by preference):
First Choice: 12/12, because that is a cool birthday, especially since Hiram’s birthday is 6/6 and our anniversary is 9/9. Oh and, it’s only 3 weeks away.
Second Choice: 12/15, because it would be a very convenient date for me, work-wise and otherwise.
Third Choice: Anytime before 12/22 because having your baby before your due date is like getting away with something.
Fourth Choice: 12/22 because it’s his due date and also winter solstice which is kind of nice. I can say to e-Lou, “The sun started shining longer and longer every day after you were born.”
Fifth Choice: Not Christmas or Christmas Eve.
Sixth Choice: 12/31 because anything longer than that is completely ridiculous. And the tax break. And if I am pregnant in 2012 I will poke out my own eyeballs.
November 22, 2011 § Leave a comment
One day several months ago, I was seeing Hiram and Brad off in the morning and said something like, “Bye my boys! I love you!”
Something about this meant a lot to Hiram. Since then, whenever he and Brad are doing something together, Hiram will say, “your boys are doing xxxx.” For example, my boys play with cars. My boys make french toast. One of the best ones was last week, when Hiram had this plan:
My boys should holler a song through their doot-da-doos while I play Legos.
As you can imagine, it was important that we all did our parts simultaneously. If we stopped, Hiram would get frustrated and have to re-explain the plan. In the end, I do think he was happy with the result.
Later that night we had the camera out and Hiram thought it would be a good idea to get a picture of my boys. I swear, the posing was completely orchestrated by Sir Hiram.
November 21, 2011 § Leave a comment
One of Hiram’s absolute favorite toys is something he calls the doot-da-doo (a.k.a. any tube he can use to holler through.) Of course, he’s got the full range of obvious styles (the wrapping paper, paper towel and toilet paper varieties) but in a pinch he’s been known to make a doot-da-doo out of whatever is handy (a rolled up carpet, a sock.)
The best part about a doot-da-doo is hearing what Hiram thinks to yell through it. Of course, he warms up with a few prerequiste “doot-da-doo!’s” but then he moves on to other things.
- Helloooooooo to mommy!
- So glad to see you!
- All Aboard!
November 18, 2011 § 1 Comment
For some reason, whenever Brad isn’t home Hiram and I play “hair”. I swear I am not the instigator but it seems to happen this way with relative consistency.
Usually, playing hair just means Hiram takes the dirty little plastic hair brush he acquired last picture day and brushes my bangs, eyes and nose until I get tired of it. But lately, he’s been focusing more on the styling.
As in, he directs me to put my hair in a side pony tail.
I think he likes my hair like this because it’s easier to do this. Cutie pie.