There is a new carwash at the gas station down the street. It's actually a pretty cool car wash. The unit passes over the car and does all the washing, clear coat, etc and it also dries your car that way. It's brushless except for the brushes that clean your wheels.
M LOVES this car wash. This morning I needed to fill up and we went there so he could go through the car wash with me. Well the clear coat/wax stuff sprays out in this color combination of blue, yellow, and pink foam. It reminds me of cotton candy. M calls it gum. LOL!
So I got gum on my car today. Not more than 10 minutes later, I was heading down the highway to town and SPLAT! Bird poo on my car! Of course, it won't rain until this weekend now that the bird has pooed on the car.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Daddy's hands
B's great grandma passed away early Friday morning. So, Sunday evening, B set out with Meme (his mom) and Papa (his stepdad) for big 'ol Lubbock, TX. B has been away from home before for an extended period of time (CLEET, training, etc.). M usually takes it in stride, but this time, he really missed his daddy. He kept asking when he was going to be home; he even waited up until 11:30 PM last night for him (tired mommy here). It was so cute this morning. When I woke M up B brought him into bed with him and they snuggled together. It was a picture to make anyone's heart melt.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Growin'
Wow, it's been such a long time since I posted. Well, I'm over halfway through the pregnancy. Last Tuesday, we had our ultrasound; we took M with us and he kept asking if his baby was growin'. The funny thing is that it sounded like he was asking if the baby was groin. This bugger is stubborn too. We fought the baby the entire u/s appointment. The tech said she saw a brother and would be surprised if it wasn't a boy. However, her demeanor has brought us to the conclusion that we will proceed as if we didn't know the sex.
My OB summed having a kid up the best. "Having a kid is like getting a Christmas present. You wait to open it. You can prod it, poke it, shake it, but you still don't know what it is until you open it."
I'm still not really showing like most women would be this far along in their pregnancy, but I didn't with M either. I did get to experience something with this kid that I didn't with M...hiccups.
Last night, I was lying in bed watching Fraiser when I felt movement in the same spot repeatedly and almost on que. I pondered what the kid was doing for a brief moment, and then I realized....the baby had hiccups! What an odd feeling!
M is so excited about the baby. He tells us all the time that it is "my baby" and not our baby. We have started working on the baby's room. We ripped up the carpet and started lying down laminate wood floors (better for kids with allergies which I am sure this kid will have). I still haven't decided what color to paint the nursery. I have narrowed down the bedding choices to two sets:
Good Night Bear
Jungle Nursery
I've had people ask me whether or not I was disappointed that the tech said another boy. Actually I'm pretty stoked about another boy. Just think:
1. I won't have to pay for a wedding.
2. I don't have to worry her getting pregnant (although I will have to worry about him getting someone pregnant).
3. I won't have to go through the entire "You are becoming a woman" thing or another of the other things that women have to deal with.
4. No expensive prom dresses.
5. No expensive dance or cheerleading outfits that they have to have 5 off.
6. I pretty much will have everything I need.
7. I will get to play rough and get dirty.
Another boy will be just fine.
My OB summed having a kid up the best. "Having a kid is like getting a Christmas present. You wait to open it. You can prod it, poke it, shake it, but you still don't know what it is until you open it."
I'm still not really showing like most women would be this far along in their pregnancy, but I didn't with M either. I did get to experience something with this kid that I didn't with M...hiccups.
Last night, I was lying in bed watching Fraiser when I felt movement in the same spot repeatedly and almost on que. I pondered what the kid was doing for a brief moment, and then I realized....the baby had hiccups! What an odd feeling!
M is so excited about the baby. He tells us all the time that it is "my baby" and not our baby. We have started working on the baby's room. We ripped up the carpet and started lying down laminate wood floors (better for kids with allergies which I am sure this kid will have). I still haven't decided what color to paint the nursery. I have narrowed down the bedding choices to two sets:
Good Night Bear
Jungle Nursery
I've had people ask me whether or not I was disappointed that the tech said another boy. Actually I'm pretty stoked about another boy. Just think:
1. I won't have to pay for a wedding.
2. I don't have to worry her getting pregnant (although I will have to worry about him getting someone pregnant).
3. I won't have to go through the entire "You are becoming a woman" thing or another of the other things that women have to deal with.
4. No expensive prom dresses.
5. No expensive dance or cheerleading outfits that they have to have 5 off.
6. I pretty much will have everything I need.
7. I will get to play rough and get dirty.
Another boy will be just fine.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Aquanet?
Ok, I know the girls of the 80s remember Aquanet. It was the must have hairspray to do the big bangs of the 80s. What spawned this post about Aquanet? Well....
TMI, yes I know, but I was in the bathroom earlier this afternoon. I spend at least 30 minutes a day in there now that I am pregnant. Well, while I was in there, in walks Ms. Big Hair as I call her with her can of hair spray.
This lady isn't much older than me (in her late 20s-early 30s). Her ritual consists of whipping out her pick to fluff and ratt her hair and then to spray her hair a minimum of 15 times with a can of hairspray that would make even a non-preggers gag. I'm washing my hands during this afternoon ritual (she does this twice a day), and I'm literally holding my breath b/c I can't breath anyway.
I wanted to tell her to invest in some Aquanet, but alas....do they even have the stuff anymore? Probably not because I can't find it online.
Woe is me or anyone else in the ladies room her on my floor during the big hair ritual.
GAG!
TMI, yes I know, but I was in the bathroom earlier this afternoon. I spend at least 30 minutes a day in there now that I am pregnant. Well, while I was in there, in walks Ms. Big Hair as I call her with her can of hair spray.
This lady isn't much older than me (in her late 20s-early 30s). Her ritual consists of whipping out her pick to fluff and ratt her hair and then to spray her hair a minimum of 15 times with a can of hairspray that would make even a non-preggers gag. I'm washing my hands during this afternoon ritual (she does this twice a day), and I'm literally holding my breath b/c I can't breath anyway.
I wanted to tell her to invest in some Aquanet, but alas....do they even have the stuff anymore? Probably not because I can't find it online.
Woe is me or anyone else in the ladies room her on my floor during the big hair ritual.
GAG!
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