Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Belles of the Ball

Last Saturday, Libby and Emma Jane got to go on their first date!

Their prince picked them up at the front door,


gave each of them a corsage
 and then whisked them away for a night of dinner and dancing.

John really wanted to go too, but he had to settle for an evening of the usual routine with mommy instead. 

They had a wonderful time and talked my ear off for a full 30 minutes with all the details when they arrived home.  Emma Jane's only complaint was that "it wasn't much like a ball" because "they didn't play the right music."  She wanted to twirl and spin with Daddy but the DJ was playing nothing but hip hop.  Luckily, her prince came to rescue by politely asking the DJ to maybe play some more kid-appropriate music at the Daddy/Daughter Dance. 

A novel idea, no doubt, but one that saved the Ball for his Belles! (And probably a few other princesses as well!)


Friday, February 17, 2012

Evel KnEmma Jane

The weather in Florida is usually pretty fabulous in January and Febuary, so we have been spending most afternoons riding bikes and scooters in the driveway.  On one of these occasions not too long ago, Emma Jane decided she was done with training wheels and ready to give the two-wheeler a try.

It took her about 20 minutes to get the hang of it. 

 She was not at all pleased with that amount of time.  She seemed to think 20 seconds should have been an adequate learning curve and had more than one overly dramatic meltdown about her lack of two-wheeling perfection during that 20 minutes!  It was really hard to not roll my eyes at her.

This is a short video of her riding the bike.
  It is the only one I got that is drama free and I love that John is being her cheerleader!  He was much more sympathetic to her frustrations than mommy!

video

She has been a bike riding maniac since then!  And by maniac, I mean she is seriously never getting a driver's license!  Her current favorite trick is to pedal as fast as she possibly can and then put her feet up on the handle bars!  There is no video of that because I just can't watch!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Baby Fat

Pregnancy has a lot of givens.
The most obvious, of course, being that you will get fat.
But that is okay because: a) pregnancy fat is cute and usually accompanied by lots of smiles from strangers and b) um, hello, you get a cute baby in the end and more smiles from strangers!
(Sadly, the fat immediately ceases to be cute as soon as the baby comes out and unfortunately tends to stick around!)

Another given, at least for me, is the amount of fat I will gain.  Over the course of three pregnancies, the only thing that was the same about all of them was the number of pounds I gained. 
(Disclaimer: I had pre-eclampsia with Libby and I am not counting the 20 lbs of water that I retained during my last month of pregnancy with her.)

So, three pregnancies. 
Different eating and exercising habits each time. 
 Same weight. 
 Which, btw, was well over the recommended 30-35 lbs each time. 

But despite that similarity, that weight never looked the same.
With Libby, I just looked terrible and really don't have many pictures documenting that.

With Emma Jane, I looked like I was pregnant for the first time not the second. 
Here I am with her at 17 weeks:



I am still in regular clothes and didn't really look pregnant with EJ until into my sixth month.

With John, being a third baby and all, the belly popped out sooner.
Here I am at 16 weeks with him and sporting a definite baby bump:




And then came baby #4.  A baby that I have already determined is definitely flying solo in there.

Here I am, still a few days shy of a second trimester:




What the hey!? 
My belly should not be bigger than my boobs already!

Brad, my sweet husband, said to me last night, "Wow! You are really starting to show!"

I stuck my tongue out at him.