Doggone It

Conversations in our household tonight:

Me:  "It's not a big deal, every kid eats dog food at some point in their life"

Him:  "Um.  No, they don't."

Yea.  So that happened.

Hurricane Parties

How hurricane/snow day parties have changed with children.

A snow day with Jay, AK and Tmo is one of my favorite DC memories.  We hit the liquor store, bought out the pizza rolls and Doritos in the tri-state area, wore our jammies, played the Wii and hunkered down for as long as needed for the storm to pass.

Today?  A hurricane party looks a little different.

Do I miss those other days?  Sure.

But you can't beat a buffet of goldfish, wine, Halloween candy and sippy cups.

Grateful for the community of moms and dads in the neighborhood who have helped us to weather the literal and figurative storms of the last 14 months.

Hurricane & other happenings

We have battened down the hatches here at Casa de Edwards for the storm of the century, frankenstorm and any other number of other names for Sandy.  Gutters are clear, stuff is off the floor in the basement and batteries have been bought.  Now it is up the the Almighty - may he protect us all.

So the tale of the day - as all who know me can attest I have been known, on occasion, to misplace things.  Keys are the usual item and nothing frustrates me more.  This afternoon, instead of keys it was my wallet.  The wallet was no where to be found.  We spent an hour looking all over for it.  We looked every place it could be and even in some places it could not.  Then Susann said something that clued us in on the mystery - "Maybe Robbie moved it."  Now Robbie and I had a small disagreement earlier in the day about going into the TV stand where we keep the dvds.  Robbie LOVES to take them ALL out.  So he was doing everything he could to get in there and I finally got a rubber band to tie it off - yes I know great parenting. Little did I know that Robbie had the last laugh - he was taking the dvds out but what I did not see was that he put my wallet IN the TV stand.  Score 1 for the lad.

Things Every Pregnant Lady Loves to Hear...

"Wow, you sure have gotten bigger in the last week".

Le sigh.

No more photos.  Please.

New York Toes

I'll have to read back through the archives, but I don't really remember having pregnancy/labor dreams with the Robster, but over the last couple weeks they have kicked up into full gear.

NEWTESS has kicked up into full gear.  Literally.  The kicking.  Oh my ya'll.

Maybe the placenta previa last time around kept the kicking pain from happening, but I swear this gal is going to be a holy terror.

I think we're due.

So my dream.  I had a VERY vivid dream about 10 days ago that BE2 was going to be born at 32 weeks and 6 days.  And then I had it again.  And then that weekend, and into Monday and Tuesday I started having full on contractions, or so I thought.

Maybe I didn't have Braxton Hicks last time around... or maybe I over did it that particular weekend, but I spent about 6 hours one night weighing the pros and cons of being that girl who called the doctor and cried wolf.  It didn't help that on that particular day, I was 32 weeks and 6 days, so I was all up in my head.

And then that evening, in my dream, Newtess was born.  She weighed 2 lbs, 14 ozs, came out without hardly any labor, permanently damaging my lady parts.  The doctor held her up and said "Well I guess we can blame that on her New York toes".

New York toes? 

What does that even mean?

Resolved:  no more crazy dreams.  Take it easier.  Define "new york toes"

(And yes, I took it easy for a couple days both at home and work, and the crazy contractionish behavior is gone for now.  I just have a feeling baby gal is coming early, however.  Maybe Thanksgiving?  Maybe before)

Also.  Gratuitous photos of our aggressive-smiley-cruiser-who-has-no-interest-in-walking-I-mean-ever.