Hair cut

Yesterday we gave Mallory her very own pair of kid scissors… and she has been having a field day cutting up papers during arts and crafts time. They have a special home and she knows NOT to touch them without permission and supervision.

This morning I was doing a little ‘fall-cleaning’ and was finishing up vacuuming at the other end of the house, when I heard Mallory yell “Mom, I gave Wesley a hair cut!!!!.” I RAN down that hallway sooooooo fast! I was completely terrified at what I was going see.

Thankfully they were just playing ‘pretends’ and she was actually ‘cutting’ his hair with a fake saw (so it looked more like she was doing a craniotomy then giving a hair cut…)! I was so relieved. Not like it would have been the end of the world, since I could just shave his head again. But ALL those blond curls are really growing on me!

 

Wiggle-wiggle

Little #3 started to wiggle around  last week (well actually I was finally able to feel it wiggle last week). I love that feeling. Its like daily/hourly conformation that the baby is doing well. I start to feel less 'fat' and more pregnant when the baby starts moving... like it's a reward for the 11 pounds I have gained already! It makes it worth it, being reminded that there's a reason for that weight. Starting yesterday the movements went from flutters to more forceful or purposeful pushing-type movements. Love it! (not really looking forward to the karate kidney kicks or the bladder head-butting... but I guess I don't get to pick and chose the movements.)

Attack Babies

This morning Mallory came walking out of my closet with this 'great' belt ensemble!

Me: What are you wearing? (laughing a little)

Mallory: This is to keep me from being attacked by the babies. (straight faced).

Me: What?

Mallory: To keep me from being attacked by the babies.

 

Me: What do the babies do when they attack you?

 

Mallory: They teeth on me.

 

Me...dying of laughter.

 

Apparently there are some fears that we need to address before March!

Happy Fall

Life has been good and as busy as ever. Enjoying the BEAUTIFUL weather and trying to get outside to exercise.  I am 17 weeks this weekend and I am at the point where I can’t really comfortably wear my ‘normal’ clothes and the maternity clothes are still just a little too big… but I guess better big then small. So today was the first day I wore a FULL maternity outfit. Matthew thought I looked cute, I thought I looked dumpy… sigh…such-is-life.

 

Here are the past few weeks ‘baby size’ pictures.

Week 15: 4 ½ inches the size of the little peoples tricycle.

 

Week 16: 4 ¾ inch's long, just about the size of Mallory's doctor syringe which apparently cures all sorts of ailments (I should bring it to work with me!)

 

Week 17: 5 inches from head to booty… so about the size of all the balls in our house.

 

Today has been a great day. First of all it is my first FULL weekend off in a very, very, very long time! So that alone is fantastic. But we got to do fun family things today… grocery shopping (surprisingly fun when it means that I’m spending time with Matthew and the kids), then Mallory’s pre-school had a Fall Festival (my parents came to that). It was cute. Then while the kids nap at the grandparents house, Matthew and I met up with Jeff and Lindsay to enjoy the Grand Opening of our wine club winery in Healdsburg (I even took a few sips… I couldn’t resist… I LOVE this wine)!  Then we grabbed the kids and all headed to the pumpkin patch for more fall fun! I can’t believe all that we were able to do in just one day! It’s great to have a weekend off!

Happy Fall!

1st School Picture

A few weeks ago Mallory had her very first school pictures taken… and I am shocked to say that they turned out really cute! Especially considering that we all KNOW how much she hates having her picture taken and the thought of smiling on queue is like torture. But these are cute. Our at home ‘practice’ smiling shots… not so much… but funny!

 

As for baby news, sorry I have yet to find/measure a toy for 15 weeks… I will, some time. But prior to a few nights ago I would have practically bet the baby that it was going to be a little girl. Based on how I wide in the booty/hips/waist I am, zero morning sickness, not wanting sugar (but loving carbs). All signs felt like another ‘Mallory’. But the other night I had a dream that it was a little boy. And as of now I’m 2 for 2 on dreaming the correct sex of the baby. So now I’m just confused.