Dry Nights = Big-Girl Panties to Bed

Evie's worn pull-ups to bed since completing her potty-training this time last year. I haven't been in a rush at all to "hurry her along" to giving up the training pull-ups considering I was a bed-wetter after her age. Why rush such things? Might as well wait until her bladder was ready.
We've had many dry pull-ups in the last 6 months but the past 2 months we've been really seeing many dry nights. We told her we needed 5 nights in a row. So... this past week she did it!
Yesterday we made up a fresh bed with a special pee-pee guard atop the sheets. Evie got to pick out any panties and nightgown she wanted. We then went to bed after not drinking anything for the hour leading up to bedtime.

This morning - yeah! She not only slept in until 8 AM (therefore, we ALL slept in until 8AM, A-W-E-S-O-M-E!).... but she was nice and dry!

We're prepared for slip-ups and steps backward.... but night 1 resulting in a dry night... is a big step in this BIG girl's life!

Eve-ism: Commercials

Evie's generation doesn't understand having to wait for shows to come on TV. Or understand that if you don't watch an episode when its on... you don't know when you'll ever catch it playing again. And, even know what commercials are!
Thanks to DVR... we've cut out all the stuff we don't like about TV and Evie has no appreciation for it at all.
Tonight, while watching yet ANOTHER EPISODE of Max and Ruby we have archived on the DVR, I hear her yelling from the couch, "Another Max and Ruby!" This is Evie's way of saying, "What is this crap on TV cutting into my program... and better yet... resolve this!"
I yell back, "Evie. Its a commercial. Just wait a a minute. Your show will be back on."
She relents.
I walk back in to skip ahead the last 2 commercials for her.
Evie pouts a little and puts her hands out in front of her in a reasoning motion, "These commercials don't understand that I'm watching my show!"

Indeed, Evie, Indeed.

Repurposed

Thanks to my mother who not only taught me how to paint and do things for myself... but who also never had the balls to pull-off painting something this bold a color to make my little girl dreams come true.

Evie nearly pee'd her pants with joy last night when I just showed her the swatch of color. Tonight I might need to put down towels for when I reveal the finished product.;-)

Bought this very beat-up dresser (and oddly too-tall nightstand) on Craigslist the other night.... both for $55. The dresser will stay in Schwally's room since it's way too tall for Evie's room as originally planned. It will hopefully serve me well when I need a place to put a drink when I rock him back to sleep...

**UPDATE**
I walked Evie into Schwally's (what she named her future little brother) room to see the pink dresser. At first she was silent and then she looked amazed, "Wow!" she whispered to herself. Then, a frown.
"What's wrong?"
"I wanted a pink dresser....." she grumbled.
She thought it was Schwally's, hilarious!

3D is Both Educational... And Creepy

I thought I wanted to see & know this... on second thought, I don't.

PHOTO: 32weeks

Went to the doctor for a check-up yesterday. This appointment was just 2 weeks later than my last one (the one where I found out I gained 6lbs in just 3 weeks, mmm-yeah, that one). The appointment was not only a routine check-up but also... an ultrasound! Yes, due to some results from my blood work taken around 12 weeks... the doctor wanted to ensure Jr was growing OK (the blood work basically revealed that I could experience a slowdown in the end).
I'll post some updated ultrasound photos in another post... but everything looked good. The lab tech guessed he's at 4.5lbs right now (he's on track to be about the same size as his sister who has 7lbs5oz when born at 39 weeks). She also confirmed, again, that Jr is a boy... God did this woman love the term and sight of a "scrotum." And he is currently head down pulling on his toes.
:-)
I gained 1lb in 2 weeks, thank goodness. If I continued on a 2lb-a-week path then I'd be a heifer by the time this kid got here. Overall, I think I'm at 22-23lbs for this pregnancy... I'm OK with that.
In other slightly related news - everyone - and I do mean EVERYONE (complete strangers, even!) guesses that I'm carrying a boy. Do I look that different than I did with Evie? You be the judge...

Too popular of an excuse...

Putting Evie to bed last night.
It was my turn to brush teeth and read stories since dad gave her a bath.
Lately, its been getting to be a real challenge curling up into bed with Evie to read a book.... what with me getting big and her bed being squishy & low to the floor. I must use this excuse a lot cause it ended up as a potential reason for yet another thing mommy does/does not do:

Me: "Here, let's read these books."
Evie: "I want to read 'Summer Vacation'."
Me: "I'm not reading that one again, I just read it."
Evie:"Why? *pause* Why don't you want to read it?"
Me: "I told you."
Evie: "Why, mommy?"
Me: "'Cause its late. We're going to read these books."
Evie continues with her non-sensical question asking... cause that's what she does lately.
Me: "'Cause I'm lazy, that's why."
Evie: "Um, mommy? Are you lazy cause you're pregnant?"

I bust out laughing. I laughed so hard that Evie immediately clapped both hands against her face as if she were hiding from the punchline she just delivered. She wasn't immediately sure if I was happy or mad but figured it out soon thereafter... and began to laugh along.

nose picker

As I am walking up my parents staircase... hand on handrail...
I look at one of the white banisters and see what looks like a dried glob... a booger.
Disgusting.

Me, "Um, ...mom? I think Evie might have wiped a nasty boogie on your staircase here. I'll clean it up."
My mother, "Yes, she told me she did that."
We both exchange looks of disgust and no surprise.

Rob had recently told me Evie wiped an amazing masterpiece on the couch after she announced she had one on her finger. He mistakingly told her to "get rid of it," thinking his implication to 'lean forward and grab a kleenex' was a concept she was familiar with. It wasn't. Wiping it on the seat next to her, sadly, was a more obvious solution.

Fast forward to our car ride home from my mom/dad's house.
From the backseat, "Mom."
"Yeah?" (not looking).
"I got a boogie."
I turn around. Evie has a one-finger solute.
"Ugh, Evie!"
"I need a tissue. I need a tissue to put this boogie."
Well, at least she is solving half the problem... the final destination is the most part of this nose picking problem. Gross!

And then people wonder "why?"....

While visiting my parents this weekend (a trip that took a damned miracle to pull-off considering the 41-hour-work-week I put in the week leading up to it... a 41-hour-work-week and counting at the end of Thursday. We drove out Thursday night after working a full day and I was to work remotely the following Friday).
This is my last trip till baby. With 7-8 weeks to go... no more travel plans for me!
So here we are on Sunday morning and my mother hands me a sob story entitle "Jeanna Dies One Day After Giving Birth."
Are you eff'ing serious?
And then you people all wonder why my relationship with my mother is what it is.
Who DOES this???

30 weeks

Well, today I am technically 29 weeks and 6 days... but lemme round up, ok people?
I was weighed in (can you believe they didn't need to use a system up pullies and straps to accomplish this???) at 6 pounds more than last time. Jesus. That's 6 lbs in 3 weeks. REALLY? Easy there, killer... at this rate (if I keep up at 2lbs per week) that'll put me at 40lbs total by the end, YIPE! I only gained 28lbs with Evie... this is ridiculous.
So, again, so far... I have gained about 21-22lbs overall in this pregnancy.

The good news is baby is measuring at 32 weeks. So, maybe some of my weight gain is his fault (let's blame the BABY, yeah!). Then again, I was measuring 28 weeks at 27 weeks... so who knows. My excuse is becoming just an excuse again.

Turns out the Doc wants me back in 2 weeks. Already with the 2 week visits, who-hoo! Final stretch, baby!
And, get this, he ordered an ultrasound! My bloodwork earlier on in this pregnancy revealed potential pitfalls with growth at the end. The baby could be at risk for growth restrictions... clearly NOT a problem so far... but I s'pose he's going to double-check. So, free pictures again! ... that is if he even fits within the viewing window. ;-)

Well, alright. I can survive the next 10-11 weeks afterall...

"Boys born to light drinkers had 40% fewer conduct problems, were 30% less likely to suffer hyperactivity, and received higher scores on tests of vocabulary and of ability to identify colors, shapes, letters and numbers than did those born to abstainers."

http://www2.potsdam.edu/hansondj/FetalAlcoholSyndrome.html