a little frosting among friends

the delights of working 4 10 hours days is having fridays at my disposal... the theory is that i do the house cleaning that day. however, when offers for making cookie love (and let's be honest, eating...) come up, cleaning house just doesn't sound as fun.

debby came up with this idea to do with her 2- year old daughter, and invited us along. but when a nap sounded better to madeleine, she was stuck with just us semi- grown ups...
working hard for the yummy, so hard for the yummy (i had to do it)
i am allergic to taking normal photos. we're darn lucky my tongue isn't sticking out...
fun to make, but not too pretty to eat, their supply is dwindling as we speak.

ironing shirts is fun to do...

to do, to do, to do!- anyone catch the song here?

i'm not quite sure what time i actually woke up this morning, but by the time i was bored enough to look at my cell phone it was 5:24. i'm not really sure why less than 6.5 hours of sleep is acceptable to my body, but i assure you, part of it will disagree later with many yawns and other degrees of drowsiness.

but i woke up and somehow was singing the above catchy tune over and over in my head. ironing shirts is fun to do? who knew?

truth is, i'm dreaming of being that housewife. i find myself daydreaming often about the days i'll have home with baby bobby this summer, the walks, naps, and house cleaning.

i find a little too much pleasure in having things put away, clean, out of sight, done. ask bobby. he hears about it when the house is clean, and all about how i love it. it makes me positively gleeful. hey bobby, isn't it so nice? hey bobby, doesn't it just feel different in here? hey bobby, don't you love it when the house is clean?

and then the relaxing is all the better too. sit down, feet up, and think. i can relax. look at what i did. now is a great time to admit, i'm starting to sound like my mother- as a child she always told me she couldn't relax until the house was clean. i didn't get it and would tell her back (lovely) that she could still lay on the couch if the floor wasn't vacuumed....

maybe i'm off my rocker here, but i envision having time to iron bobby's shirts, and i enjoy the thought.

on my mind...

let's be honest, when is this belly of mine and the little guy inside, not what is on my mind?
especially in the middle of the night, as my sleeping positions have been high compromised. who chooses to be a side sleeper anyway?

sometimes this thinking only reminds me once again of the differences between men and women.

or at least between the husband and myself.

think- someone flicking you in the stomach constantly- but from the inside. yep, prompts you to think about them regularly. (somehow with fondness though, which i'm sure would not be my feelings toward just about anyone else flicking me in the stomach on a regular basis. Would now be a good time to admit that everytime baby bobby kicks, i lean over and flick bobby in the stomach, so he gets a taste of it? think he still loves me??)

all this thinking- read obsessing- has led to overactive planning brain mode.

so i have this conversation with bobby, wanting him to get in on the action. I start peppering him with the questions about his expectations, what he wants, what he thinks will happen, etc.

in regards to childbirth, his response was something like, "well, I plan on being there, and the doctor will come in and deliver the baby, and hand him to us, and well, yea."

insert panic here.

i think he might have filled in a few more details, but not many.

is it a good time to decide that maybe a birthing class is in order?

p.s. the lovely backdrop is our bedroom, currently not in working order. updates on that forth coming...

yes, it was a birthday party!

happy birthday stinson!
remember when he was just a little one?bobby almost died when i told him i was throwing stinson a birthday party. i believe there was eye rolling involved.

the attendees:decor: sponsored by the dollar tree. note the durable quality! (approximately 56 seconds later...)agenda: take the pup on a hike to roam to his hearts content - when i told the husband that my definition of a party meant we bought dollar store hats and took stinson to run to his hearts content, he was back on board!

the guess of honor enjoyed a bone, hike, and then a bath- no way even a birthday pup was making it back into our house looking like that...

and then he was all sorts of tuckered out. he is, after all, only one year old.
- and along those lines, here's to being grateful that our baby will not grow from 8-80lbs in one year!

bobby's side of the door...

the husband spends an awful lot of time working on his resolution. it leaves me lots of time for mine!

so for my friday off yesterday, i took myself for a run: check. Since i have been feeling better, - and indeed, i have been feeling much better- i have craved running. however, the growth in the belly region limits how far i make it before baby bobby starts complaining!

kitchen cupboards: check. i should have taken a before picture of what it looked like when i got up at 6:30 in the am, and with no reason or order, just emptied everything into the middle of the kitchen floor before proceeding to brainstorm how it was going to get back into order...

this is my decade.

this is going to be a big year. it is going to be a big decade.

we rang it in with an out of control party.
2 bottles of bubbly (shout out chico, ca- these pear and cherry flavors were yummy!)
all for just the two of us. to keep us awake doing our times square puzzle until midnight.

where are the pictures of us with out silly string and the neighbors with their pots & pans? who knows....

but now we are on to a new and big decade for this gal.

this year, i turn 30.

this year, i am having my first baby.

so I made some goals for the start of this big stage in my adventure.they are written on our back door.
i kept it simple and gave myself a few freebies!

bump at the beach

little baby bobby and i at the beach.. and yes, i said baby bobby... and although we have been calling him that all long... it is true. it's a boy! the husband couldn't be grinning any bigger right now!

original bobby not pictured... he was getting a root canal done at the time poor soul!