Something New

Yesterday, my friend and real estate agent Shane, took Evan and I out for some crepes before reviewing the final inspection on our home (yes, I said F-I-N-A-L... more on that as the final becomes permanent).  Of course Evan and I ordered the nutella crepes and shared them.

I don't know if you can see the nutella all over his face and all over his hand... but I can guarantee you he is now a definite fan of nutella.

Have a fabulous and hopefully warm weekend!

Be Jealous... Be Very Very Jealous

So, let's play a game.  I'm going to show you a picture of Evan and you get to guess what is different about this picture than most of the recent pictures I've posted.

I'll give you a second or two.  Just keep looking.

Acceptable answers:

• Different background - yes, this photo was not taken in the main room of our apartment.  Instead it was taken in Evan's room.  He is standing in front of his closet.  You might notice the many boxes that are ready to find a new home... but alas... still not done.
• His hair - true, it almost looks combed.  However, it isn't.  I subscribe to the natural school of hair.  If you don't believe me... take a look at a few pictures of me throughout this blog.

But the one answer I was really looking for was: Monkey is wearing short sleeves.  Yes ladies and gentlemen, the weather has turned in Georgia.  Looks like we are going to hit the high 60s low 70s for at least the next few days.  All the windows are open and short sleeves are everywhere.  Are you jealous yet?

And, to make you even more jealous, I thought I'd share 2 more pictures of the cutest toddler that ever lived:

Again, Evan's bedroom.  The toy corner which is in amazingly good shape at the moment.

Evan trying to play with Socks.  He was having none of it and took off a scant second later (still in his bedroom).

Get outside and enjoy the weather!

Happy Valentine's Day

Look who is coming to give you a hug:

(and look whose camera has something funky happening... ignore the lines on the photo).

He's getting closer:

And that is all you get.  Since you aren't here I can't really take a picture of Monkey giving you a hug now can I?  And since I'm playing single mom this week there isn't anyone around to take a picture of Monkey hugging me.  So, use your imagination.

And while you're at it, I thought I would help you imagine all the reasons I'm such a sexy mama for my man (and please read all the sarcasm dripping off of that statement).

10 Reasons Why a Mom (or me as a mom) Is a Sexy Valentine:

1. The cuffs of my sweaters/sweatshirts are usually caked with snot which I wiped from Monkey's nose.
2. I may not know how the stains got on my clothes but I know from whom.
3. My hands either smell like baby wipes, dishwashing detergent, butt paste, or something unrecognizable.
4. Since my showers are now under 10 minutes, shaving my legs is not a necessity.
5. Some days I'm not sure if I remembered to brush my teeth.
6. All the love songs I sing now have to do with a purple dinosaur or counting down animals.
7. I wear two different pairs of shoes... Ugg boots or slippers.  Seriously.
8. Dressing up for me now consists of putting on earrings since my ears won't be near little hands.
9. I often spend the afternoons/nights sporting bed head from the nap I took with Monkey.
10. I talk about poop at least once a day (see, I just did it for today).

That's all I got.  Enjoy the day with someone you love!

A Rare Sighting

I've been told that people will spend their entire lifetimes searching for that one rare sighting.  Maybe it's of a bird that only comes out at midnight with the full moon (or something like that, clearly I'm not a bird watched).  Or maybe it's of a unicorn or Big Foot (incidentally Brian and I just watched an interesting show on one of those interesting channels that always suck me in - National Geographic, History Channel, etc - about some professor in Minnesota whose entire scholarly pursuits are aimed at finding Big Foot... I'm just saying).  Who knows, whatever floats your boat.

And tonight I saw one of my own rare sightings.  Turns out, if you remain quiet and focused on washing dishes, when you turn around from the sink you might find:

North American Monkey in a Drawer

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the Monkey in a drawer is a rare sight (at least for the moment since this is the first time he has climbed in to the drawer... might not be so rare for long). 

An even rarer viewing is the Monkey in a Drawer in a relaxed and stationary position:

And finally, we have the rarest of them all.  The Monkey in a Drawer holding up his finger to indicate the #1... but since I do not speak the wild language of Monkey in a Drawer I have no idea to what the #1 is referring.

Enjoy your wild sightings!

Because It's Time - 27 Weeks

It's time folks.  It's time for me to share with you all what 27 weeks pregnant looks like with my 2nd pregnancy.

Now, before we go any further, let me get some things out of the way.  Yes, I am only 27 weeks.  No, I am for sure not having twins nor an abnormally large baby (she is only measuring 9 days big).  No, I have not eaten my husband.  And yes, I am aware that I have a whole trimester left (although I'm trying to keep it a secret from my back so any help you could give me would be appreciated).

And here's Chloe... and my belly... and my really not so pretty toes... and my messy kitchen... let's focus people.

While this pregnancy has been way more symptomatic than Evan's (as in Chloe has officially bounced off of every organ I have and Evan never did, as in weird nausea and food aversions have occurred, as in aches and pains and other numerous ailments have arisen) it has also been way less worrisome since nothing has gone even slightly awry.  Evan was the guinea pig for most things so I knew to get on estrogen right when I found out I was pregnant, my thyroid has been consistent and so has Chloe's growth, and apparently I passed the gestational diabetes test (I say "apparently" because it's one of those things where if they don't call you then you passed but I never trust that completely). 

Now all that happens is I continue to get bigger (there's still a lot of growing to do), pack up the apartment, move to our house (at a point when Mother Nature decides it's okay), and then give birth either vaginally or c-section depending on how cooperative Chloe wants to be.

So, yes, I'm still pregnant.

And since Evan couldn't handle having the camera out and it not being turned on him, we shot one picture of the Monkey as well (and his uncombed hair... and the mess on my couch... and my sleeve which is too long for my arm... focus people):