Boys vs Girls

How I wish I had something intelligent to share with you today, but I don't.  I was just tired of seeing that previous blog title.  Even if it is true.

So, next week we will hopefully know what this little "cupcake" (as a friend referred to it) specifically is, other than a baby of course.  No, we have no hopes one way or the other.  We are mostly set for either, minus a car that can fit us all, of course, so whichever way it rolls is fine with us.  Although the last three and a half years have shone some light on the pros and cons of girls vs boys, I'm still not convinced one is easier than the other.  They are just different.  I don't know which I prefer...especially since it ultimately comes down to personality, not gender.  The things I love about having my girl are wildly different than the reasons I love having my boy.  This third one could be a girl and be totally different than girl #1...you know what I am saying.  So, that said...whatever.  As long as it is one, and not two! Of course, now I have jinxed myself and we will get an even bigger surprise next week (and an even bigger car!)

I debated having a "Gender Poll", but really, you have a 50-50 chance of being right, how hard is that?  However, if you feel the need to share a feeling, or a thought on the subject matter, go right ahead and comment away.  You've got pretty decent odds.  Maybe we'll make it interesting once we know and hold a name contest...that would be much more interesting!

In the meantime, if one more person tells me I look bigger this third time than I have with the previous two...I may just have a public meltdown.  I tell myself it's because I'm 40 pounds smaller than I was the other times, not because I am having multiples, as people like to inform me.  So, if you see me and you think I am already resembling a whale, or any other creature of such girth, do me a favour and keep it to yourself or whisper about me behind my back, don't tell me. 

A Whole Lotta Nuthin.

My lovely sister candidly told me today that I am "sucking at the blogging thing, FYI."  So I thought I would appease her with a blog.  A blog about what? No idea, but a blog nonetheless. (Do you know how much the day improves when I use the word nonetheless in an unforced situation?? LOVE that word).  Anyway, I digress.  From what? No idea.  

There have been a few thoughts that have been swirling around in my head the past week or so, and they are probably issues I have vented about on here already, but maybe they bear repeating.

1) People who back into parking spots.  WHY???  I was going to pick up T from pre-K and this huge, HUGE pick-up truck was in the parking lot, BACKING into a spot.  In an almost empty lot.  No cars on either side, just the wind blowing through the spacious parking spaces.  So he backs in, I drive by, and park my car, nose first. Get out of my car, unbuckle the boy from his seat, take him out, shut the door and lock the car.  The man in the truck? Still backing his truck in. I don't think he was finished and out of his truck before I was already inside the school.  I don't get it.  It was brought to my attention that sometimes in tight spaces, it it is easier to back a big vehicle into a spot, but I don't know.  I'm not buying it.

2) I was trying to think of the last time I picked up my camera.  Other than to move it off the counter to clean under it.  So sad.  Well, not that anything exciting has been missed....rather, nothing's gone on to warrant picture taking I suppose.  You can only have so many pictures of you and the kids in your pj's in the midst of a tornado ravaged home.

3) Car shopping sucks.

4) Feeling like you're 8 months pregnant when you are only 4.5 months pregnant does not bode well for the rest of the pregnancy.

5) I really want my house organized, but I think when organizing skills were handed out/learned/up for grabs, I must have been daydreaming about shoes or French macarons or something, because it is something I can not do.  And I really need some organizing.  Sure, I can look up tips, even pin some fantastic ideas on my boards thanks to www.pinterest.com, but honestly?  Where do these people live with the amount of space that most things require? And how much money do they have to go buy everything they need for the awesome organizing projects??  If anyone close by, or far away, wants to come to my house and do an organizing overhaul...COME! NOW!  If not, you might find me under a pile of matchbox cars, recipes, or random nick knacks.

6) Anyone have any inexpensive, awesome vacation spots?  I think I might need one before June.

Today's Post Is Brought To You By The Letter F

It's been an eventful week or so...nothing to write home about, but who writes letters these days anyway?  We've been a quasi single parent home lately since the husband has been (and will be) travelling quite a lot, so I think the kids try to put on their best behavior to help me out.  And by best behavior I mean, biting siblings, screaming matches, the beginnings of refusing to take naps, back talk, temper tantrums..you know.  Behavior fit for a visit from the Queen.  Oh! The best was the learning of a new word.  Sadly, it wasn't the non-talker who decided to start speaking, no it was the older sister who decided her vocabulary was not colourful enough. 

I was standing in the kitchen putting some dishes away while the girl played nicely in the living room.  She asked me a question, and I wasn't really paying attention (as usual since we could set a record for number of questions asked in a day) until she asked me again.  Now, her repetition of things is nothing new, so I may have ignored the question another time or two except this time her question almost made me drop whatever dish I had in my hand at the time.  I wasn't sure if I should laugh, cry, pick my jaw up off the ground or just keel over...but I picked my jaw up, held on to the counter, looked her in the eye and said, "Excuse me?"  To which she nonchalantly looked at me and said, "Mom? What's a ___ (rhymes with truck, duck, luck, puck...you get the idea)."  Since I continued to stare at her for what must have been forever, she decided she would just keep asking until I answered her.  I had no idea what to say!!  At first I was sure I had just misheard what she said, so I made the mistake of asking, "a what?"  and she told me.  Plain as day.  Then naivety set in and I said, "you mean a fork?"  Nope.  A ____.  I lost track of how many times she actually said it, but let's just say if she had been in a movie, it would have been rated R.  After I was able to convince her it wasn't a real word, I was more concerned with where she heard it from.  She first tried to blame it on her brother, but since he really only says "mama", I figured that wasn't true.  Her answer was that it was just in her head.  She never budged from that answer all night.  Thankfully, she has not uttered that word again.  I choose to believe that since she is into discovering rhyming words she must have been going through some "uck" words and the alphabet and...voila!  The Christmas Story live in my living room.  I am just waiting to get pulled aside at her school or in church to discuss her new vocabulary!!  Oh kids.  They say the darndest things.  Maybe Truman's first word will be something as awesome and he's just waiting for the right time to drop that bomb.

Hopefully it's just a phase.  They say everything's a phase, right?  It can't last that long, can it?  Maybe it's because it's winter and we don't get outside much.  Or maybe it's too much Yo Gabba Gabba?  Nope, they teach you to NOT bite your friends.  Well, whatever it is, if you hear my 3.5 year old curse you out like a sailor...please don't hold it against me.  I'll just blame it on pregnancy brain.

One Foot, Two Foot...

For Christmas, the hubster gave me a gift card to DSW.  Awesome, right?  It would be, except I can't decide on anything to buy!!  The kicker is he got a bonus gift card with his purchase and it expires at the end of this week! I know, I know, to have such problems, but do you ever experience the same thing?  You see exactly what you want, but don't have the money for it and then when you do have the money for it, you can't find what you want!?  Maybe it's just me.  Perhaps my shoe taste has become too picky, or I have lost the ability to pick out a rockin' shoe.  Oh, let's hope not.  Shoes are the pick me up of a drab outfit.  The sparkle on a worn out sweater. They just make you feel good.  I do need some more casual, practical shoes, but it's so hard to spend money on plain old boring shoes.  Who wants to do that?  It's no fun at all.  And I've also discovered shoe shopping online is no fun at all, but it beats dragging two kids with you in attempts to try shoes on, when it is cold and snowing outside. So online shoe shopping it is.

This week's to-do list item (other than the laundry, dishes, vacuuming, cleaning, making meals/snacks, etc etc): BUY SHOES!

Limbo

I'm sure I am supposed to update this thing every now and again, but I just can't seem to be bothered.  That darn lazy thing again.  That, and what is there to blog about anyway?  Cute kid pictures and stories? That's on the kids blog...whenever I get around to updating that, if anyone is even still looking at it.  Politics? Don't get me started.  The weather? Nothing to complain about there.  How I miss Lost?  I do. A cooking blog? If I made anything that wasn't already "cooked" and in a box... 

Maybe I should turn this blog into a theme blog...or a "by request" blog.  I could take suggestions and ramble away.  Or I could turn it into a cupcake blog!  But then I would have to make cupcakes more often.  And then I would have to eat them.  And then my pants wouldn't fit me anymore.  But the hubby and kids would be happy. If we actually left the house more I could blog about funny, interesting, annoying things I see out in the world around me, but that would require getting three people dressed and fed before lunch/nap time.  Perhaps this could be a sports blog.  Or maybe, for the time being, I could turn it into a Politics Watch blog.  But not like the other political blogs.  This would be a "why was that question so ridiculously stupid?', "can you not just answer the question they asked you?", "is this election over yet?", "I could give a better answer than he (since there are no more "she" contenders) just gave...or was that an answer?"

What say ye?  Do ye even care if the blog is updated? I'm beginning not to care, but I feel as though I have an obligation.  Not sure to whom, but... maybe I should start a Life Blog.  Ways to improve my life.  Or a blog about the Real Housewives of Minnesota.  Now THAT's an idea!

Stay tuned. :o)