saint katie

The other day I was in my kitchen when the doorbell rang and the mail lady delivered a box with MY name on it. I was in the middle of cutting my dad's hair [yep, I'm a kitchen beautician] so Andy got the box. He read the return address...it was from Oregon from a place called Saint Cupcake? Did he say C U P C A K E???

After a few minutes of Andy being impatient he went to grab some scissors to open the box with MY name on it. Oh no he didn't! After a few short words leapt from my mouth and cut to his soul he backed off and realized that he should wait for me to open the box with MY name on it. So he did. Thankfully.

I opened the box and saw this...another box, a pink one.

With a sticker on it that said Saint Cupcake.

Then I saw this sweet note. The cupcakes were from my friend Katie Holt who lives on the west coast. We went to church together and spent many summers together as counselors at Camp Adventure. She thought of me and sent me a special treat...just because! Which is why I will forever refer to her as Saint Katie. 'Katie' alone is no longer good enough.After the note I saw the sweetest individually wrapped cupcakes...Then I saw cute little containers of icing...Then sprinkles...Then wands to apply the icing and instructions on how to decorate a cup cake.Needless the say, this made my day. Let's say it made my week. These cupcakes were the most moist, delicious things I've ever eaten in my life! Seriously. My favorite was the chocochip cupcake and the cream cheese icing. Yum, Yum and Yum! And for all of you wondering...I only shared with Molly. Saint Katie said I didn't have to share with anyone else...and when Saint Katie says something, you listen.

Thanks again Saint Katie.
You're a doll.

27 on the 27th

Happy Birthday Babe!Photo by Schwartz Photography

You're an awesome Daddy and an amazing Husband.

I love you.

she ate!

Copper is a very fit dog but in the winter she packs on an extra pound or two and you can no longer see her ribs. In the summer so is so active [even though she eats a lot] she slims down and you can see her ribs. I promise we feed her.

We just switched her dog food to a different, more expensive, better for her, kind and she decided that she didn't like it. Her solution? Stop eating indefinitely. As a protest.

Four days into her protest I sat by her down bowl and asked her to eat some food. She picked out 1 piece of dog food...nibbled it and then swallowed. Dramatic. Once she swallowed I acted like a fool and cheered like she'd just took the gold medal, making her feel really special. Then she ate another single piece of dog food...and the crowd went wild. She ate half of the dog food that was in there and was done. But at least she ate.Then she went back to chewing on toys.Since that one day when I cheered for her she's back to not eating. She's not really acting sick. Still playing and running around. I wish she could just talk to let me know if something is really wrong or if she's just waiting for a filet mignon to show up in her bowl. I guess she'll eat when she's hungry enough. I can't see her ribs yet, so that's a good sign. This is the 'high maintenance' I talk about all the time.

Just eat the food, dog...

somewhere in there is nutritional value

I wanted a cookie but all I had was this. It was so rich I couldn't finish but it was good. We need new batteries in our bathroom scale and I haven't been able to weigh myself in a few days. Usually, if the number goes up 1-2 lbs I eat lots of fruit that day until it goes back down...then I let myself eat something crappy like this. There is a method to my madness.

jumpin' jumpin'

Yesterday Molly was all jacked up. She moved the...entire...day. Sometimes hurting me but most times just making me laugh. It was crazy. I definitely had no control of my midsection. She claimed every inch of it and made it look like there was an alien in there or something. Where ever I walked my belly would jump and wiggle. When I sat? My belly was jumpin jumpin.

It was really sweet though. The feeling of having your baby move in your belly is such a sweet thing. It's one of my favorite things about pregnancy. We have such a special bond from the very beginning with our children.

When we went to bed, Andy and I laid there and watched her go crazy for a while. My heart melted just thinking how sweet and funny she already is. Putting on a performance. A dramatic, entertaining performance for her Daddy and I.

We said our good nights and I rolled over on my left side to go to bed and she stopped moving. I thought I was in the clear to shut my eyes and get a good nights sleep. Then all of the sudden she started jumping on the mattress. I'M NOT KIDDING...it was like she flipped around, put her feet on the mattress [because I was on my side] and starting JUMPING. Her feet would pound the mattress then the other side of my belly would jolt up when her head hit. And it's not like she did it once. She probably did it ten times in a row. I felt so out of control and all I could do was laugh. It was hilarious. She be crazy!

Nine weeks. Nine weeks. Nine weeks!!

happy sunday

This is what we've been doing all day.

My heart is full.

under the dryers

Mom and I both had hair appointments yesterday at the same time. We didn't plan that but it was funny and we even got to sit next to each other while our hair color processed. Not that you can really hear anything when you're sitting under that dryer...but we tried.

We had mom's hairdresser take this picture. It's not very flattering. It's like getting your picture taken with wet hair when you look like a drown rat. Never pretty. Mom kept saying "Oh gross! Disgusting! I look like Regis!"

What do you think?

Sorry mom, I couldn't resist. ha!

you had me at hello.

We got a new sweeper and Colt is mesmerized by it's beauty.

in pix

1. Let's smooch: Colt's Valentine Balloon. Now every time he sees a cow in a book, he gives it a smooch.2. 30 weeks.3. Maternity compression pantyhose. Is it possible for your toes to feel claustrophobic?...Because I'm close to cutting the feet out. I got in these suckers but it was ugly and I'm pretty sure Colt is going to need some counseling after witnessing his pregnant mother struggle and flop around on her bed in her underwear trying to put on some dang pantyhose. 4. Coppers new headrest is Molly. She be a pretty dawwwwg.

testing it out

This is our new sleeper/rocker we got for Molly. I'm really excited to test this baby out. We're going to use it in our room instead of a pack-n-play. It's sort of like a sling and the baby sits at an angle which all babies like angles as opposed to flat on mattress.

I tried to stop Colt from testing out Molly's new seat for the first 5 minutes after assembling but decided that was a fight I didn't want to keep fighting. So, he climbs in there sometimes. It hasn't broken or ripped yet, which is a great sign since he maxed out the weight limit on that sucker 6lbs ago. Sometimes ya gotta choose your battles.

He looks cozy though, right?

I'm measuring two weeks ahead and my doc said we'd create a birth plan for baby girl at 38 weeks...which makes me happy and makes Andy, the pessimist, say over and over, 'You're gonna go to your due date.' He doesn't want me to get my hopes up. I get it. But how can you not get excited at the thought of meeting your little one sooner than later?

You can't. It's too exciting.