it's rude to be late.

just one of the many things I will be teaching our little one as soon as she arrives.

also on the list:
it's rude to kick people in the ribs
it's rude to tease

dear baby,

easton is at grandmas.
the house is clean.
our bags are packed.
I actually did my hair today.
the weekend is coming...

today would be a great day for you to make your grand entrance darling.

love,
your very tired of being pregnant and anxious to see you and kiss your face mommy

I just have to say...

wow.

and

thank you.

I am amazed at the love and generosity we have been shown.This has been a strange year. A weird time to be pregnant. I am in awe at the many people around us and all that we have been given as we prepare for our little one. Gifts have come from near and far.

Last Saturday between 12 and 2 Derek was taking his last national boards test. I was being spoiled rotten. My family through us the most beautiful baby shower. He an I were spinning on different planets.

I can't even express the feelings I have. So thankful for the many wonderful and adorable things to surround our little girl. The thoughtful notes and letters that came with the gifts and all the love that has been shown to our little family.

But most of all I am so thankful for those who love us and share in our joy and excitement. For the many, MANY people who have been our support. I can't dismiss the beautiful shower we were given in Oregon before we left. The wonderful women who were my family there and how much I love and miss them.

All I can say is thank you.

On a side note...

I am nesting like a crazy bird.

I can't get my house clean enough. I am arranging and rearranging the babies closet. packing and repacking the hospital bag. It is a sickness really. I did muster the energy to make this yesterday- which is the first craft project I have tackled (and completed) since who knows when.

Have you heard the term P.I.G.S.???

It stands for Projects In Grocery Sacks. and I have a lot of 'em.

I do, however, now have one less.

the PSP

I have a love/hate relationship with this toy. help me work it out.

On sick, tired, stay at home, boring, bad weather days I love it because I don't feel bad about Easton having something to entertain himself.

On other days... I think it is sucking the brains and life out of my child and I have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that the repercussions of playing video games with somehow turn his brain to mush.

Then, I tell myself that it is a right of passage for boys. Like Barbies are for girls. It is a social thing-- and I don't want to stunt him socally do I?

Time restrictions work- except when they don't. He is always willing and much more happy to do another activity... but if I let him he would mindlessly play on this thing for hours upon hours.


Is it weird that I care so much? Is it really so bad? Is it normal? Poor kid's been drug accross three states and had to adjust to new school, friends and his mother turning into a baby crazed nesting psycho. should I just let him play and let it go???

his new t-shirt reads "eat. sleep. video games. *sleep optional."

he wants to wear it every day.