Gone Fishing

I woke up at 4:30 this morning crazy congested, and at 5:30 I finally gave up and got out of bed, since sleep was obviously not going to return and my alarm was set to go off at 6. Now it's 6:16am and I have all kinds of time, so here I am.

I went in for my monthly check-up yesterday. My midwife is apparently very popular, so I spent an hour in the waiting room conquering Angry Birds and bemoaning the fact I took a half day from work for an appointment that ended up starting well after my school got out. Boo. At least I took down a good chunk of that stupid game. I had a good book with me, but for some reason any time I actually go somewhere prepared with a good book "just in case" I never feel like reading it. Next time I'll bring my knitting--that way at least I'll have something to occupy myself that is a little more productive than sling-shotting virtual birds at virtual pigs. Anyhow, I'd gained a lot of my lost weight back (thanks again, Zofran, for giving me an opportunity to pig the frick out for the last week), but I'm still not at my pre-pregnancy weight yet, though I should be soon (especially if I keep this nasty gorging habit up). Look, I'm just so excited to be able to eat that I take it a little far, that's all. Now that it's been over a week since my last vomit spree, I'll start eating normally again, I promise. Especially since the meds have some unpleasant side effects, which I will not publish here because I want you to still be my friend and fan. Now I have two new meds for that, so I have a little cocktail of pills. At the moment I'm off the Zofran temporarily until I get this side effect under control. *Fingers Crossed*. The good news: Peach seems to be doing just fine, all warm and snug and 16 1/2 weeks along. We're scheduled to see what colors Peach is destined to don in infancy in two weeks--so stay tuned. Also, I'm starting to show, and man did it sniper me. One day I'm really starting to wonder if I'm actually pregnant, the next I'm thinking it looks like I'm ready to give birth. Good grief. With Ben I never got very big...we'll see this time, particularly if this hot dog phase lasts any longer.

In other news, I still have the older one hanging around. Seriously, every time I think he could not possibly get any more fun, he does.

Ha...irony. He just woke up. At 6:27. Booooooo.

Now Vegitales is on, so I have a little more time. Speaking of Vegitales, Ben calls it "Vegetables." So cute. It has also inspired him to start eating more vegetables, which I think is a little messed up, but I'll take it. I also love the way he says Archibald Asparagus.

He's in another one of his lame phases where he wakes up no later than 6:30 every morning, no matter what time he goes to bed. Gross. I haven't done my hair in a couple of weeks, and he's watched a little more TV than normal. Whatever. Choose your battles. At least he's crazy cute.

On Monday I was off work, so we had a little date at the park. I actually remembered to bring his sand toys, which basically has never happened before. Usually we go to the park, he plays on the playground, then he gravitates towards the sand pit, because he's a boy and there's like a dirt magnet in his brain. So he goes to the sand and sifts it through his fingers, begging for a shovel, which I never have. But this time I came prepared and he shoveled his little heart out. Then he played on the playground. Then we went on a walk. With the sand toys. He insisted on dragging his mesh bag of sand toys around the entire park. Down the path, up the big hill, through the dirt and grass. It was pretty entertaining. At one point he saw some people fishing, and he suddenly needed to fish. So he found a branch and went "fishing," which unfortunately led to him dropping his branch into the lake, which was devastating. He talked about wanting to go fishing for the rest of the day. I'm sure if my dad is reading this he has already dropped everything to invest in fishing equipment for B, since this is basically the moment he's been waiting for his whole life.

I finally dragged him and his bag 'o sand toys to the car and we went to lunch with Nana. Nap time was ugly, and I don't want to talk about it. Then in the evening we went on a date with my friend and her daughter. This is the moment Ben's been waiting for his whole life. He is fully in love with her. She indulges him. Cutest thing ever. Together they tore apart Pottery Barn Kids, Corner Bakery, and the Disney Store. Fantastic.

Other random February moments...

Rain=Puddles=happy little boy

no story--just cute

our hair person is out of the country at the moment, so Ben got to go to one of those kids' hair places