Blog Fart Friday.

I'm not feeling particularly inspired today, so I think I'll participate in the shenanigan called Blog Fart Friday. That's what I get for not blogging this morning when I am (generally) more inspired to write, or really do anything. Now I've got the afternoon blahs and you've got Blog Fart Friday.

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I'm 19 weeks pregnant today. I am so anxious for our ultrasound next week. I'm sort of driving myself batty because I am convinced I should be feeling more movement from Baby 2.0 by now. I didn't feel movement with Beanie till pretty far along (probably a couple more weeks) but still, you know everyone talks about how much earlier you feel it this time around. And I do! But I just feel like I should be feeling more. I don't know, like I said its driving me batty.

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We had the craziest storm last night. Seriously, I woke up at about a quarter to midnight because of this huge flash of lightening what seemed like right outside my window. The rain was pounding and the wind was pushing it right against our windows. It was so loud! I was sure Beanie was going to wake up, even went into her room preemptively, but she didn't even though I couldn't sleep a wink through the whole damn thing. Luckily it didn't rain all night and Glenn didn't get soaked at work, but we've had off and on crazy weather today. Like right now its blue skies and pretty gorgeous. I'm wondering what tonight will bring.

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We had some friends over for a playdate today. It was lots of fun. I've decided I should probably host more playdates because they really make me get my butt in gear and tidy up the house. Because, let's face it, I've been having some serious don't-like-my-house issues and having it all clean and gorgeous makes me like the house a lot more. In fact, I haven't had too many I-hate-this-house episodes lately. I'm (maybe) starting to like it and even look forward to our future here, especially the remodeling and putting our own touches on everything. We are going to re-do the nursery next week and I am so excited! We're also ripping up the god awful purple shaggy carpet in Beanie's room to put new flooring down. And maybe I'll actually get around to stenciling those butterflies on Beanie's wall too.

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Speaking of house issues, my current worry is where we're going to put our Christmas tree. I know, nothing like really big shit to worry about, but I really was crying over it. I'm sure those tears can be blamed, in part, on crazy pregnancy hormones but still. Glenn says we can put it in the dining room. What?!??!? I mean, does anyone put their Christmas tree in the dining room? I'm still trying to figure out some way we can move around our couch and get a tree in the living room. I'll make sure and keep you posted on this major household dilemma.

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After a few days of awesome potty training (even one day with NO accidents) we have resorted to diapers for the most part the last two days. On Wednesday Beanie had three accidents early in the day. She pooped her drawers and peed on our (new-ish) leather couch twice. Like literally just sat there and peed like she didn't even know it was time to go. After these accidents she was very upset saying she "couldn't peepee in the potty anymore." She really wanted to wear undies but refused to pee in the potty. I told her when she wanted to be a big girl and use the potty and wear underwear she could let me know. She wore undies a bit Wednesday afternoon but other than that we've been back in diapers. Someday, right?

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Okay, that's all my brain can fart out right now! Hopefully I'll have something a little more insightful to write tomorrow!

In less than a week

We'll know if Baby 2.0 is a boy or a girl. Time is just flying with this pregnancy, maybe because more time is spent chasing around my two-and-a-half year old than sitting and thinking about the joys of pregnancy. Next week we'll be halfway through our pregnancy, probably more like this week is a halfway point if (wishful thinking) Baby 2.0 decides to make a little bit earlier of an arrival just like Beanie. By 38 weeks with Beanie I was READY. I knew she would be born that week too. I've heard that with subsequent pregnancies that ready-feeling comes much sooner.

We'll see. I'm trying to relish these last few months of being a mom of one. I know it will never be the same (not that that's a bad thing!) as a mom of two.

But, humor me. Take a guess -- boy or girl? With Beanie I really had the feeling that she was a girl & I was right. With this one I don't have the slightest clue....

Referendum 71

I'll take this break from my usual mommy tales to post about last night's election.

I live in a state where a referendum keeping equal rights for all families was on the ballot. See, the legislature passed the rights for domestic partners and then the referendum was brought up trying to overturn these rights. The extended rights were supposed to take effect over the summer, but have since been on hold waiting for the results of the election.

Its very close. With about fifty percent of the vote counted, the results are 51% approve -- 49% reject. The results lie very dramatically on the east/west divide of the state. In the Seattle area which is more liberal and all the referendum passes substantially. In the eastern part of the state it failed substantially.

I hope the results continue to point to approving these rights for all families. I've never really understood what problem adults have with two other consenting adults deciding on what to do with their lives. What is it ANY of your business? The arguments against extending marriage rights to gay and lesbians don't hold any merit to me. Marriage (and marriage only between a mand and a woman) is the foundation of society? Really? Considering the divorce rate, the many, many affairs taking place and et cetera I'd say our society is in pretty dire straights then. How about the foundation of society be ending discrimination against one of the last groups it seems socially acceptable to discriminate against? I think if people focused on that instead of upholding whatever illogical ideals they have then society would be a much, much better place.

That's all.

Potty training update!

For those of you who are interested in the pee and poop habits of Beanie ;)

Potty training is going very well. Every morning she wants to "wear underwear." Yesterday we had ZERO accidents. Granted, I put her in a diaper for the few hours we were out of the house (is that cheating??) but still! No accidents. Woohoo.

I'm so glad we waited. Seriously, I don't see what the rush is people have with potty training. My friend and I were just talking about it yesterday. Its not like its a race. And, for crying out loud, its much easier just to let your kid go in a diaper anyway! I'm sure once we get it down a little more going on the potty will be easier (or at least not as messy). For now, I feel like I can't take my eyes off her for two seconds for fear she'll cop a squat and poop in her pants (because, truth be told, two of our three accidents over the last three days were poop).

Anyway, *up on my soapbox* it really is easier if you wait till they're ready. You don't get a gold start for having your eleven month old potty trained. But, if that's how you roll more power to you. I'm just so glad we waited, amidst all my mom and dad's repeated cries that we'd better start soon. Puh-lease.

As if you don't feel guilty enough going through the McD's drive thru for dinner...

...then they put french fries instead of apples in the Happy Meal.

And then your daughter basically just licks ranch off the french fries for dinner.

Maybe has 2 bites of french fry and a little bit of the breading off one chicken nugget.

A balanced meal? Hardly.

And then that means I had to eat all my french fries plus the extra ones Glenn had that he was going to give to Beanie. You know, after she ate her apples. Or at least licked the caramel off the apples.

And they put like ten pounds of mayonaise on the chicken burger I ordered with NO MAYO. Puke.

Cut the small talk lady, I'm here for the candy.

So, fortunately (for my blogging) or unfortunately (as I may be looking at it as I drag my tired butt through and 8 hour work day), an evening filled of trick or treating and a later bedtime did nothing for Beanie (or me, in turn!) getting an extra hour of sleep. But, it does mean that I was up at the ungodly hour of 5am (did I really used to start work at 4:30?? yuck!) and am ready to start off my quest to blog every day in November on the right foot. Because, let's face it, after an 8 hour shift at the grocery store I probably wouldn't have much fun to say.

We took Beanie trick or treating last night. Since we're in a nice little neighborhood now, we just took her around here. I know, UNSAFE right? Well, I feel pretty safe so forget about it. We, as Glenn (or was it Aunt Yissy?) said "trick or treated old school." Beanie was pretty much sold after the first house. We knocked on the door and I reminded her to say trick or treat. She did (!) and was rewarded with handfuls of candy from our next door neighbor. As we walked away she said "Go knock on another door!" She was ready. We went around our cul de sac and got rained on a little so stopped back at the house for some coats. Of course, as soon as we coated up the rain stopped. Oh well. We walked over to a friend's house and then stopped at some houses on the way back home.

We stopped at one particular house that had really cool decorations. Let's face it, we mostly stopped because Glenn oogles over their lawn every time we drive by. Seriously, they have a gorgeous yard. Anyway, they also had really cool Halloween decorations. Beanie walked up to the door where a nice older lady was standing waiting for her with a bowl of candy. The lady knelt down and commented what a cute little bumblebee Beanie was. She was asking "What do bumblebees say? Do they say 'buzz buzz?'" when Beanie, without so much as a "trick or treat," reached into the bowl, grabbed a handful of candy & turned to go. It was hilarious...she knows what Halloween is for! As Glenn said, "this costume is just my cute ploy to get lots of candy." Ain't that the truth!

"I want to wear underwear."

So Beanie woke up this morning and told me she wanted to wear underwear. First off, a Saturday wasn't really the day I was planning on doing intense potty training. And that its Halloween pretty much seals the deal. But, do you really tell your kid no when they are insisting to wear Dora panties and basically begging to be potty trained? Um, no.

We'll see how it goes. So far she's gone in the potty once. Zero accidents. I'd say that's a pretty good start.

I'm just wondering if I should lay a waterproof tarp over my leather couch???

NaBloWriMo

So, do you think I can do it? I've pretty much sucked at blogging in October, so maybe this will help light a fire under my lazy, got-nothing-to-talk-about behind.

November is National Blog Writing Month...care to join me?

www.nablowrimo.org

"No, I sleep in carseat."

*Sigh*

Beanie fell asleep on the way home from our playdate today. Well, barely. By the time we were almost home she was snoozing lightly so I drove around a little more to really konk her out. I thought the mission was accomplished until, when driving up the hill to our house, she says "Go see Dada!!!" to which I replied, "I thought you were asleep?"

So we get home and a half-awake Beanie says hi to Dada. I go to lay her down. Yea, I don't think anyone was getting sleepy except me. I asked her, "Aren't you sleepy?" and she said "No, I sleep in carseat."

Ugh, somehow I don't think her twenty minute nap is going to cut it. For anyone.

To crib or not to crib.

Sigh. You never thought you'd see this post from me, did you?

I am sort of going back and forth on whether I want to get a new crib for Baby 2.0. We sold our last one (which was pretty much never used) to my brother-in-law and his girlfriend, who are also expecting.

Part of me thinks, Man if Baby 2.0 is a better sleeper than Beanie it might be really nice to have a crib. I mean, maybe Baby 2.0 won't want to nurse all night long or need to cuddle with mommy to sleep.

The other part of me thinks (maybe even knows) that I will want to sleep with the baby, or at least in the baby's room (or the baby in our room) for the newborn stage. We've talked about using the bassinet attached to the pack and play and having it in our room. That is something I am happy with, but I wonder how well it will work out with a hubby that goes to bed at 6 o'clock at night.

We found a crib we liked and, of course, it was the most expensive one in the store. I really don't want to shell out a bunch of dough for something we're not going to use. Again. I suppose if it didn't work out to have the baby in our room because of Glenn's sleep schedule, then we could move the pack and play into the baby's room and get a twin bed. Sort of the same set-up we had in Beanie's room when she was little.

I don't know what has caused this crazy change of thought on my part. If you've read this blog for any amount of time you know I'm a pretty die hard co-sleeper. But hubby isn't and I am trying to be more accomodating of what we all want. And, let's face it, if somehow I did end up with a baby who liked to sleep through the night I wouldn't really complain. As long as nursing was established first. lol.