Friday, December 17, 2010
* And by "your" I mean "mine."
Soo, I placed my usual order a few weeks ago; pepperoni, pineapple, mushroom, extra cheese. Yum, right?
Pizza arrived, we're seated and ready to dig in, Katie takes her first bite and... her face scrunches up.
I thought she bit her lip or something, but no. She got a bite of pineapple. She informs me that she does not like pineapple.
I removed all pineapple from her pizza before she would continue to eat.
Next bite, again with the face scrunch. She asks what "those dark things are". I inform her that those are yummy mushrooms (in my excited, happy mommy voice).
She informs me that she does not like mushroom.
I inform her that there is no way I can remove the mushroom... the teeny, tiny baby pieces of mushroom. So she ate it but she didn't like it.
I ordered pizza again a couple of weeks ago. Again with my faves. But I ordered half mushroom, half pineapple thinking that she could eat from the mushroom half.
Forgetting that both were on her "ick" list because she did eat the mushrooms last time. I distinctly remembered that she hated the pineapple (because I spent time picking each piece off), but really? Mushrooms? They're so small I could hardly taste them! Luckily, they were so small she could barely see them. She ate the pizza and I sighed a sigh of relief.
Now, last night (and yes, I know we order pizza a lot but it's good for two meals... when we order on Friday night, we eat leftovers for lunch on Saturday afternoon) I ordered from a different place (John wanted a change) and went to pick it up.
(We've had it delivered before from this place but it occurred to me last night that they're located less than 5 minutes away so I could save on the delivery fee and tip by getting in the car in the freezing cold and picking it up. Money saved is money spent on our next pizza order. Duh.)
I pulled into the parking lot and saw a Chinese restaurant just two doors down and it was as if my legs wouldn't listen to my brain.
I was telling myself "pick up pizza... must. pick. up. pizza." but my legs must have wanted some cream cheese won tons. Which I purchased. And debated opening the bag for a taste, as I walked the long stretch of sidewalk to the pizza place two doors down. I didn't open them (I waited till I was in the car because I knew that once I started eating, I wouldn't want to stop eating and it would have been way too hard to juggle the open bag plus the pizza).
So, I paid for the pizza and headed for the car. Enjoyed a won ton (or two) and the peace and quiet in the car, sighed a deep breath, and headed home.
I was super excited because I had gotten half mushroom and half pineapple (half and half because at this place, extra toppings were not free). When I opened the box I was surprised to see huge mushrooms the size of the peperoni slices. I did not expect that. I hoped I could fly these under the Katie "radar" like last time. And I tried. And Katie took a bite and asked what those dark things were.
She did not like them. She would not eat them.
She did like daddy's pizza. Thin crust with pepperoni and ... onions.
But the drama is not over... oh no. Jake took a bite of his pizza... a piece with delicious pineapple.
And he promptly spit it into his hand. Then dropped it on the floor.
The pineapple strikes again.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Running is accompanied by screaming and giggling. It' not quiet.
Then when she's ready to run again, she says, "are you ready Freddy?" Then daddy says, "ready" and then they run around the house.
Last time around, she shared a poem with us. It went a little something like this,
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I had a dream
I went to the zoo
Now they're done running and Katie wants us to "oooooohhh" at the tree.
The kids are getting a little wound up (understatement) but they're having fun.
Now Katie and daddy are playing the "I'm going to repeat everything you say" game. The password to stop playing is "706". Katie picked that one out. And she changed the password... now it's our address. Ummm, maybe because she forgot the first password.
Okay, gotta go. Jake's pushing a book into my face. He's being a little rough and he's probably going to start throwing it any minute.
(I'm typing this on my cell, so try to ignore the typos. Also, I've had a few interruptions so the "flow" might be a little choppy...)
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
So, I was pretty much giddy that I was just an observer and that I wasn't the one being poked and prodded... or listening to crying at one of the kids' appointments (shots=crying and the fear of shots also?=crying) and John may have thought I was a little too happy/excited but really? I needed this. I'm calling us even for my pregnancies, labors, and deliveries. John? Well, he was kind of quiet during the consult.
No pictures from our appointment (John would have objected) but do I have some from our trip to the Mall of America.
Mom needed to pick something up from the good ol' MOA (where we've been like twice in the past 10 years - both of those times were in the same week when family was visiting from Texas) and she invited me and the kiddos to come!
We ate dinner at Ruby Tuesday, did some looking around in the American Girl store (Katie was loving it) and I bought two (maternity) tops and a pair of pants (such a strange phrase... they don't sell'em as a two pack) on clearance.
Something that made my night? Oh sure, I'll share!
I was getting a belly band (to keep my pants up because the rubber bands thru the belt loop were prone to unexpected breakage... just ask me how I know this...) and I mom asked the lady if the size 0 was right. She said "oh sure. That's the regular one size fits all." And then she said...
"And your definately NOT a plus size."
I couldn't believe it. It made my week! And I wasn't even wearing my skinny jeans! (And by skinny I mean that I feel skinny when I wear them... not the skinny that cuts off circulation in your legs if you're larger around than a toothpick.)
Then we went home. And I'm still basking in the compliment glow. <happy sigh>
And that's my excitement.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
We're still trying to wrap our minds around that news even after the ultrasound where we saw the baby's heartbeat. Even after nausea became my (unwanted) pal. Even after waking up at least 3 times each night for a bathroom break. Even after noticing my pants getting just a little bit tighter....
*Sure, I was thinking more in a "wouldn't it be nice but nope, we're good where we are" way but what's that old saying?
|Here's an ultrasound pic showing the baby at about 8 weeks.|
And this one will be our last.
(Really. I know we said that after Jake, but this time it's absolutely, definitely, positively FOR SURE.)