Just because….

From our Friday:

After passing the 90 minute mark in the fabric store, Payne treated us to an image of true desperation. Here he is seen lounging on his baby sister’s crib bumper while enjoying a dum dum from a package I grabbed and ripped open during our interminably long wait in line. Yep, I’m one of THOSE parents that opens food for their kid to eat before they pay for it. Heh heh. This was after he had re-arranged the store’s button collection, stuck his head between rolls of flannel repeatedly, and pretended to water everything in the store with a giant metal watering can he was so lucky as to happen upon. I think if Dan hadn’t been with us I would have just given up and gone home!

and then…

We have some serious hero worship going on in this house! As soon as Dan took a chair into Payne’s room the boy positively sprinted to go get one of his so he could “howp fix wight!”.

Again, I love them.

Funny Stuff my kid said/did in the last 24 hours.

First, there’s this:


(all the toys in the world, and my child happily plays with my body pillow)

I was in Carter’s with him today. He was chillin’ in his stroller. Suddenly he leaned forward, grabbed a pair of purple baby leggings with a ruffle butt off of a rack, held them at arms length, and exclaimed “Dat’s cute!”. Both the saleslady stocking clothes nearby and myself guffawed.

On the way home he claimed to be parched, so I stopped at Sonic to get him a drink. The conversation went like this:

Me: “Payne, do you want milk or water?”

Him: “Uhhh…miowk.”

Me: “Ooh…do you want some chocolate milk?”

Him: “Yeah! Coc-oh-aht miowk! Yay!”

(insert incessant chatter about chocolate milk through entire wait in drive thru)

Me: (gratefully recieves chocolate milk, shakes it before pouring into sippy cup)

Him: “Yaaaaay! Miowk-shake! Yaaaay!” (chugs it in 5 minutes) “Mommy, moh miowk-shake?”

He wants to be just like Daddy.


I love them.

Payne and I were out in the front yard the other evening, and after a bit Dan came out and sat down barefoot on the lawn.

Payne turned on his heel, took off his shoes, handed them to me, and plopped down in imitation. After a bit he decided that I needed to join in as well. He ordered me to take off my shoes and haul my booty out of my lawn chair onto the grass.

The best of Nuggette.

We attempted another 3D ultrasound session with Nugget today, and got nothing usable. Ha! She still likes to smash her face directly into the placenta, so getting images of her is really difficult. And, uh, she licked it twice in the twenty minutes we were watching her…not sure what to do with that little window into her preferred hobbies.

However, they did give us the digital copies of photos from our original session when I was 26 weeks along, so here are the sort of ok images from back then.

Yay! A cute little profile instead of a scary head on Skeletor picture!

Do you see her? I cropped it super tight so it’s easier to figure out what you’re supposed to be looking at. Her arm is pulled up by her face on the right.

Do you see the little smile?! Squee! She has her fist balled up on the right, next to her eye and cheek.

It was cool to see what little of her we could see again though. It’s obvious that she’s gotten chubbier over the last few weeks. We caught a glimpse of a little double chin this time. The images of her feet show her ankles and you can tell her legs are much thicker now. The 3D company offered for us to come back again when I’m around 34 weeks, so we may take them up on it.

Oh, and we’ve now been shown girl parts 4 times! Yay for a girl!

I wonder if diapering is like breastfeeding.

You know, when they’re old enough to really engage in conversation about it, they’re probably too old to be participating in it?

(Warning, the following post content is a little gross)

This is what a diaper change sounds like in my household:

“Hi Mommy! Mine have poop. Get new biper? Get babe-ih wipes. All cween. Dere’s my poop! (points to dirty diaper)Get biper cweam? Ahhh…biper cweam (yes, he actually sighs in happiness), over dare. Right dare. Yeah. New biper? Put new biper right dare. (points to butt) Yaaayyy! Mine all cween! Yay Mommy! Frow biper ‘way? Mommy go gobbage can…”

Hmm…I’m terrified of potty training though. I think I’ll just amuse/horrify all passers by in public restrooms for a bit longer.

Yet another inconvenient development.

For the entire course of my child’s life, I have enjoyed complete control over his wardrobe. I love to shop for him. I love to dress him. Dan seems to sense my obsession with this task and leaves me happily to my own devices. I take great pride (probably a disproportionate amount of pride) in my child looking sort of cool most of the time. He’s stylin’ dangit!

But my complete reign over all undersized textiles has come to a bitter end.

Payne has discovered the joy of shoe selection. First, it was the Croc obsession, to which I was largely amenable, since Crocs can be “styled” in a cute way. Now, however, he MUST pick out his shoes every day. He has a mental inventory of all of the toddler sized footwear in the house and will insist LOUDLY on a certain pair until they are located and he is satisfactorily shorn.

This KILLS me, because Payne is gifted with the complete open mind of a toddler. There are no preconceived notions of that silly concept of “matching”. There is no understanding of how dorky it looks to wear socks with sandals. I’ve chosen to allow him this little bit of freedom, because I know he is at an age of a growing sense of independence, and I want to allow him to exercise that in a harmless way (instead of, say, running into traffic in a misguided bid at freedom). But as silly as it is, I’m genuinely embarrassed when my kid is dressed in a socially appropriate way from the ankles up, but looks, um, culturally uninhibited in the foot region.

I’m shallow. I’ll admit it.

BUT REALLY, look at this!


Yes, he insisted on the socks, and those are indeed “mossy oak” camo Crocs. (heavy sigh)

But how can I deny him when it makes him this happy?

I guess this is a fine example of how raising a child is often more of an exercise in growing as an adult. Heh heh.

Maternity Photos

There are times when I’m really glad my husband has way too much money invested in photography equipment and a ton of time invested in developing his photo lighting, capturing, and editing skills. Like, when I get free maternity photos. Yay!

I decided now was the time, because, to quote myself “I’m big enough, but not excessively puffy yet”. The photos of me near Payne’s due date brought me to tears at the time. Heh heh.

So Dan set up some lights in the family room and preserved my roundness for all eternity.


We’ve seen the goods three times now, so I actually took a bow out of a package. (but I still have the reciept). We actually got these socks when I was pregnant with Payne. Turns out we’re going to get to use them after all!

Payne got in on the action. I asked Dan to photoshop out the Batman logo, but he staunchly refused.


Payne gives “Baby Sidder” a kiss. It was a loud one too.

I wondered about putting myself in a sports bra out there on the internet, but it covers a lot more than my non-pregnant bikinis! Oh well…


The belleh is going to eat you…


And my favorite: Payne in his cowboy hat “shooting” the t.v. with his purple plastic golf club. He has nice form, eh? You can see he’s mid “Pshoo!” noise too.