Denial

My phone camera is good, but sometimes leaves a bit to be desired.

Embarassing public singing. Thanks Nicole for ratting me out.

Alana was looking nice. Its all about the accessories. Giant cupcake necklaces are in this spring.

Proof once again that the pictures that I take are superior. Plus Ava is really cute.

Sunday was my birthday. I still don't wanna talk about it. I am no longer in my twenties. 30 is a four-letter word to me. Its a sore subject.

It feels like such a monumental age, but in reality, like you know, the big picture, its not terribly old. Don't try to tell me that though. I repeat, do not attempt to reason with the pregnant woman!

Saturday we went out to dinner at a steak house in Tucson called Pinnacle Peak, mostly for nostalgia's sake, because we used to go there for my birthday all the time when I was a kid. I loved it then cause I could order steak and my siblings were only allowed to get a hamburger. Special treatment for the birthday girl. It was fun this time too, although I'm not attempting to eat a steak pregnant because well, gross. There were so many people there, what can I say I'm popular, that I felt like the only ones I really got to talk to were the ones sitting right by me. I'll have to catch up with everyone else later I guess, I'll catch em when I hit 31.

On my actual birthday it was just a normal Sunday. We ate food that I cooked, watched TV, and did nothing. Nothing to write home about. But it didn't stop me from getting older, this sort of ignoring of the actual day. I wish it had, but no dice. We don't really do gifts for everyone in my family either, so my presents were limited to a camera remote from my mom, which is awesome and my kids fight over, a Visa gift card from my friend Allie that I'm still trying to decide what to spend on, and a masterpiece of a card from my kids, which Ava later bit a hole out of.

I can't stop the years from passing, but I guess I can try to enjoy them while they last. And 30 should be a good one, because 30 is when I'm gonna add my third baby to this already kind of loud and crazy mix. I'm sure he'll make 30 worthwhile, just like Alana made 24 and Ava made 27. 

Common Knowledge

Everybody knows that fairies don't wear pants. It would interfere with their aerodynamic-ness.

Words of Wisdom

Ava says "Daddy stinky, Mommy pretty." No truer words have ever been spoken. She is a baby genius.

Enabler

I'm writing this post from my iPhone, which I seem to share custody of with Alana. This could be the new thing to keep my blog updated. I don't have to move from the couch, upload pics, or put real effort into anything. This phone is enabling my lazy attitude toward my blog. So is Bejeweled. Virtual high five cause I'm too lazy for a real one. And because this phone does everything for me but cook dinner and fold laundry, here are some pictures, taken with none other than my phone.

Ava was hiding from the mean mom on Coraline.

Morning well spent. Then David asked me what brand of canned dough I used. I was offended.

Pictures at the grocery store are now part of my life. And so are giant tubs of cotton candy.

Ladies and Gentleman

Gender revealing ultrasounds were performed yesterday. Well, just one. And the winner is......a boy. I was genuinely shocked. I thought it was a girl. Mostly hoped it was a girl after looking at the baby girl clothes at Old Navy.

Before we left David stated If its a boy we're going to Olive Garden. So Alana, lover of pasta and carbs that she is, was really hoping for a boy. She's been saying all along that its a boy, so maybe she has a knack for calling these things. She did say a few times that it was either a boy or a girl, one of those two. So maybe it was luck. Then when the announcement was made, Alana was excited, partly cause she was right and partly because our next stop was going to be the Olive Garden.

Then of course we went to Old Navy and Target and bought a few outfits. I'm not as big of a fan of boy clothes as I am of girl clothes, but there were a few cute ones.

I'm used to hair bows and tights and nail polish and you can't really put those on a boy. My five and a half years of parenting has been with girls. Barbies and glitter and nail polish and princess breakfasts and pink pink pink. Now it will all shift into unknown territory, though I'm sure his big sisters will dress him up in girly stuff and make him play Barbies more than once, and if they're nice they'll let him be one of the boy dolls.

I know you're jealous of my striped pajama pants. But it was morning, I was tired, and my head will not be included in pictures with my crazy bedhead and makeup-less face.

This was my attempt at having Alana take a picture for me, while Jake and the Neverland Pirates was playing in the other room. One, its out of focus but she didn't care, and she was gone. I think she got that from David. So my remote and tripod it is. Not as good as a picture taken by a person, but no one else is as obsessive as me about getting the picture right.

Tomorrow I Will Have Something to Blog About

I would write a real blog post, but really there is nothing to say. We got our taxes, which occupied most of our weekend with furniture shopping and fun regular shopping and iPhone purchasing, which I think Alana is enjoying more than me. It is partly my fault cause I keep getting apps that are kid related, like The Monster at the End of This Book, which is so awesome. This week I've done homework and read my biology book, preparation for an impending test. Nothing special. But tomorrow, then I will have things to share with the world.

I am now 20 weeks pregnant, which is high time for an ultrasound. I really could've gotten it a couple of weeks ago but my doctor's appointments were weirdly spaced, and since I need a referral I had to wait till I went to the doctor last week to get an appointment. So tomorrow we will know, pink or blue. X or Y. Then I can buy some baby stuff, besides diapers and a gender neutral bouncer seat. Then I will have an answer to the question that everyone and their mother asks me, Do you know what you're having?

Pregnant Enough

There is a point in pregnancy when you do not appear pregnant to the outside world. You know you're pregnant, and that there is a reason that you're buying Sour Patch Watermelons, Hostess cupcakes and Ben & Jerry's all in one purchase, with nothing else. There is a logical reason for it. Don't look at me funny judgmental Walmart cashier!

Then there is a point that you start to look pregnant, which happens earlier and earlier with each baby, so that when you're having baby number 3, like myself, you look pregnant way earlier than you ever have. For awhile it just looks like you've been eating too many doughnuts. There is something there, but its not pronounced enough for people to assume its a growing baby, they instead think that its a growing gut.

When I was pregnant with Alana I did not look pregnant with clothes on anyway until I was about 22 weeks. Then with Ava it was probably 20. Now with this one I look pregnant, and I have for a couple of weeks. Towards the end of the day I look more and more pregnant. Its crazy.

I'm pregnant enough that strangers can tell from one look that I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant enough that I'm starting to field the questions of When are you due? Do you know what you're having? from people that I don't know.

I'm pregnant enough that I don't care for standing for long periods of time, cause its just not comfortable.

I'm pregnant enough that sleeping on my stomach is kind of awkward. Not impossible yet, but still weird.

I'm pregnant enough that on Thursday we will know what we are having. Blue or pink. X or y. Boy or girl.

I'm pregnant enough that my belly works as a handy shelf for holding two year olds.



Creatures of Habit

I am a creature of habit. I do the same things, every single day. Nearly. I shop for groceries on weekday mornings. I eat the same thing for breakfast all the time until I'm sick of it. And the same goes for every other meal. Especially when I'm pregnant. Cause when you find a food that tastes good and doesn't make you sick you become loyal to it. For awhile I ate a bagel sandwich with ham and cream cheese everyday. Well like half of the sandwich then I gave the rest to my kids. Then I got tired of it. So my new addiction became baked oven fries. Just potatoes that I cut into wedges and baked with olive oil and salt. Then dipped into ranch. Then ate in large quantities. I think we've gone through 25 pounds of potatoes in the last month or so. I can't help it, they are delicious.

I see the same qualities of routine in my children. They like to do the same things everyday. They insist on it actually. Ava makes us all watch the Winnie the Pooh movie a lot, so we all know the songs. Then she asks for her hair in pigtails, cause it makes her look good. She does look pretty cute.

Alana likes to play with my straws like they're wands, avoid getting her hair brushed at most times, and dress up like Dorothy constantly. Over her pajamas. But she is still pretty.

And they both like to pose for endless amounts of pictures. And smile like crazy.

Routine Plus Fun

Right now life mostly consists of biology homework. I've even studied as part of my whole making an effort this time thing. And playing with my ladies. And picking couch cushions up off of the floor, cause making them into a boat is considered the funnest thing ever. I also obsessively check the status of our tax refund, because I won't be trust that we're getting it until its deposited in our bank account. And they won't give me a date on when that will be, just a range saying before this day, unless there is a delay. So annoying.

Dorothy Alana and Ava. Ava is obsessed with watching the Winnie the Pooh movie daily, and Alana, well she's obsessed with the Wizard of Oz. The problem is we don't have it on DVD, so as a substitute she watches The Fresh Beat Band Wizard of Song. Just like the Wizard of Oz, except painful to watch and annoying. This obsession includes wearing a Dorothy dress every day, which she puts on first thing in the morning over her pajamas. Then her hair must be put up into pigtails, just like Dorothy. And Ava is forced into being the scarecrow, and I'm a witch, sometimes good and sometimes wicked. Lots of skipping is involved.

 Other than our normal routine, we actually left our house and went to the zoo. Apparently everyone else in Arizona had the same idea, cause it was all crowded. I remembered why we usually go on a weekday afternoon and not on a Saturday. We had to park like 3 parking lots away. But it was fun and worth it. And there is a reason I'm only in a couple of pictures. David was all like Take my picture. Take another one. I need a new facebook pic. Take another one. Then he took 2 crappy pictures of me where the sun is shing on me awkwardly and both girls aren't looking and then some random little kid crashed the picture with her giant head. So I resumed my role behind the lens and we looked at some otters and giraffes. The end. Until we added a trip to Golf and Stuff, where my kids are not tall enough to ride any of the rides, although Alana is tall enough to ride everything at Disneyland. That's weird to me. So we played 1,000 video games, then went home. The actual end.

 

I think Ava inherited the need to be photographed from David. She kept asking for her picture to be taken with her baby she brought in that I had to carry. She can't help it if she's so popular.