take that

Henry has seen bits and pieces of the Your Baby Can Read infomercial. The last time he saw it, he looked down sadly at the the floor saying 'I can't even read and I'm not a baby'.

If you could see through my eyes; what you are doing, what you are learning - you would know that you are doing amazing. My Baby Can Read (and write) in Chinese.


Take that.
Screw those silly Your Baby Can Read infomercials.

By the way, does anyone have the number for Rosetta Stone? I have no idea what he's writing about, Momma doesn't read or write in Chinese.

Happy Birthday Wu

You wanted to come into the world upside-down, until I made you get turned around for a proper entrance. Three years later, you've turned my world upside-down and of course, I wouldn't have it any other way.





Happiest 3rd Birthday, Wu!

Hosted by Krystyn

Since I have a picture of me and a child of mine, I can count this one. Finally, friend!

WW - how cute can be so gross

Conversation between my husband and Wu:


Dad sitting next to him on the couch: "Wyatt, stop picking your nose."

Wyatt looking at Dad, giving him a death glare: "YOU EAT FOOD! I EAT BOOGERS!"

drunk or a kid - a fun new game

I'm a fanatic of How I Met Your Mother, not because I think Neil Patrick Harris is delicious or anything (though he is... let's just add a picture so we can all admire him together... (sigh)) but because the show it so clever in it's awesomeness. Last night's episode included a new game called Drunk or a Kid, where you tell people some scenarios and they get to guess if you were drunk or a kid.

I'm excited, let's play...

A) I puked all over the table of a restaurant called Fat Freddies (and yes, I have no idea why they thought a restaurant with the name 'fat' would be a good idea and secondly, there was a Freddie, who was indeed fat).

So, was I drunk or a kid?

B) I jumped off the back of a dirt excavator (don't ask why I was on one...) to save my precious sandal, that had just fallen off my foot, from getting squished, only to have my left foot an inch of getting squished itself?

drunk or a kid?

C) I enjoyed watching my friends sit inside refrigerators and then, giggling the entire time, I'd closed the door on them, locking them inside.

drunk or a kid?

D) I went sledding during a rain storm, in which I landed face first into a tree giving me my first and only black eye. It was so swollen, I couldn't even see out of my right eye and still today, swear this is why my nose is slightly crooked.

drunk or a kid?

I'll post the answers later.



PS - Answers may be both drunk and a kid, because let's face it, I'm come from a small hometown, where I could be both, but for sake of the game, let's just say if I was drunk, I wasn't a kid.

WW - a girl, really?

I try to make a point of never putting naked, bottom-half pictures of my children online because my blog is public and the public is full of weirdos (not you lovely people, of course, well... maybe you, over there in the corner). Anyway weirdos, here's the only picture you will ever see of my little girl naked.


I've gotta tell you, for the past week and a half, every time I look at this picture taped on the fridge, I have a hard time believing that those lines mean a girl. Is this really what it's suppose to look like on an ultrasound? I'm use to seeing a little, err bigger sign of the gender.

*It's* not just tucked in somewhere or really immature for 19 weeks, is it?

and what does Fruchi mean? - a giveaway

What the heck does Fruchi mean? Is it some kind of hoochie that is really into fruit? Is it some kind of new-wave fruit tai-chi exercise?

I make myself giggle...

Fruchi is a fruit smoothie company based in pretty much my backyard. They make real fruit smoothies in these awesome, ready-to-serve pouches. They even have sleeves (like a coffee sleeve) to keep your hands from freezing. A full serving of fruit, without having to do anything. No pulling out the blender (thank goodness, because that the first thing that stops me from actually making a smoothie).

They remind me of frozen daiquiris (and I miss frozen alcoholic drinks... mmm) in four yummy, different flavors. If you live in the Minneapolis area, leave a comment for a chance to win a few free Fruchi smoothies for yourself.

And if you don't live around here, leave a comment for a chance to win a Fruchi t-shirt. Afterall, won't it be fun playing with people's mind about what the heck Fruchi could mean.


(I like to support companies in my area - this is one of them. They gave me samples to try and my review is based upon my opinion, thank you, Fruchi and peace out FTC.)

tramp stamp for toddlers

He usually wakes up in the morning with a little sing song voice of 'I didn't go pee-pee, I didn't go poo-poo', which of course, I give a daily big congratulations to (because heck yes, I'm happy to not have to change those darn sheets in the middle of the night since saying goodbye to diapers), but this particular morning: 'Mommy, I need some new tags'. (Thank you, dear husband, for teaching our two year old to call temporary tattoos tags.)

His preferred location, on the top of his feet. I think he dubbed this locale the new tramp stamp for toddlers.


Dear Lord, please don't let this be an indicator of what I have to look forward to.

sacrilegious

Two years ago on Easter, we hunted for eggs in two feet of snow. This year we roasted Peeps on the bonfire.


New to me, these are the crème brulée of roasted marshmallow; caramelized and crunchy yumminess.


Sacrilegious? Perhaps. Delicious? Yes.



PS - I cannot truthfully say that no Peeps were harmed in the making of this blog post. Sorry my Peep-lovin' peeps.

drumroll please

They said exactly what I needed to hear. They used the words 'beautiful' and 'perfect' so many times I was starting to make excuses for this little person I've never met.

Ten finger, ten toes, one heart, the nose has no indicators of Downs Syndrome (which we have in our family) and not too big (I have a history of gestational diabetes). All wonderful news.


Thank you to each of you who left a note of thought, well-wishes and prayers. Thank you for acknowledging that I'm not crazy and even my nervousness had already been coined 'third baby syndrome'. So really, I'm not too weird.

After carrying three boys. After leaving comments, on way too many blogs to even remember, about how 'I want to borrow your little girl' and how 'I'm getting my baby girl fix looking at your photos', I wouldn't be surprised to hear them say that baby is a little boy.

No, I was shocked when they told me that little baby is a girl!

I'm still not completely convinced that one of those three lines are suppose to be a labia, but I think I'm just going to let the techs win this one.

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Updated 04/06: It's again not all 'perfect', but not all bad either. We got a call today that the baby has a 3mm cyst on her brain. It appears this is very common and should resolve in the upcoming months. We will have a level II ultrasound at that time to determine if everything is OK. More patience is needed.

Thank you, each and everyone of you, for sharing in our joy and happiness. Please continue this feeling, maybe just throw in a few thoughts and prayers too.