Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Happy Birthday, Aniston!

We have had so much fun celebrating Aniston's birthday today!  B and I both took the day off work to spend with her, and we let her choose what to do.

After breakfast, we headed to Concord.  If you give Aniston a choice of a hundred different toys, she will choose the stuffed animal every. single. time.  When we said she could choose something to do today, Build-a-Bear was what she came up with immediately on her own.  There's no better place for a stuffed animal lover than a place where you can build your own, dress it, name it, and cause your parents to nearly lose their sanity and a small fortune in the process. 

After much, much, MUCH debate, she chose a rainbow striped tiger that she swears is a kitty cat.  She picked out a birthday princess shirt for the tiger/kitty, a denim skirt with a sparkly hem, and a cotton candy scent.  Aniston named her Lullaby, which is a significant improvement over Chicken, who was created last summer at the beach.

She wanted to have barbecue for lunch and Sweet Frog for dessert, and we happily obliged.  She also loves to watch planes land at the airport, so we stopped by the overlook before coming home.  (Speaking of the overlook, it must be the place for moms to take their kids on sunny days.  Kids were everywhere, and some weren't being watched well at all.  Case in point, one little girl kept coming over to us and finally tried to sit on B's lap--which, of course, he immediately stopped her from doing and she moved on to some other people nearby.  The mom was clearly aware of all this, but just smiled and acted like she didn't care.  What are people thinking?!  I just don't understand.)

We had a small party for Aniston tonight with all the grandparents.  She'll have a party with friends and extended family on Sunday.

It was a wonderful day, and we had so much fun celebrating Aniston.  I can't believe our little girl is four!  We are so blessed to be her parents, and thank God for entrusting her to us every day. 

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Our Weekend: A Blanket Fort, A Picnic, and the Futility of Furniture Shopping

Happy first weekend of spring!  As a longtime non-fan (is that a thing?) of winter, I'm breathing a sigh of relief.  The days are longer, the weather is getting warmer, the flowers and trees are blooming, and I'm an all-around happier person in general. 

We spent Friday night at home.  I made nachos for dinner and B and Aniston built a huge blanket fort in the middle of the kitchen.  This is exactly why she prefers to play with him instead of me.  I'm just not that fun.  I see the work that the fort is going to take, think of the effort to disassemble the fort when the time comes, and quickly dismiss the idea, opting instead for things like coloring or reading or (Heaven help me) even Play Doh.  B is much more of a live in the moment kind of person and has no problem moving all our dining room chairs and pulling a ridiculous amount of stuff from the linen closet.

Which is also why I spent part of my Saturday moving everything out of the kitchen and muttering under my breath. 

We spent Saturday morning shopping (this mama needed pants that fit...desperately), ordering Aniston's birthday cake (which she changed her mind about constantly), and shopping for furniture for Aniston's room.  She's still using part of the nursery furniture since the crib was convertible (it's her headboard now) and, come September, that's just not going to work.

We didn't have any luck at all.  Apparently, I'm looking for furniture that just doesn't exist.

After we got home, I insisted on a picnic lunch in the backyard because I needed to make sure Aniston knew I could be a fun parent, too.  Picnics trump blanket forts every time.

Sunday was a regular kind of Sunday with church, lunch, and grocery shopping.  After we got home, we played outside and then tried to get things ready for the busy week ahead.  We have something going on every night this week, plus a certain sweet girl's birthday on Wednesday and party on Sunday.  I can't believe Aniston is going to be four! 

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Baby #2: Appointment

This afternoon's OB appointment may have been the quickest one ever.  We were in and out in no time at all.  After a few stressful minutes of searching, the doctor was able to track down our little one with the doppler and found a strong, steady heart beat.  The baby's heart rate was in the 160s, and all is well.  We're so thankful for this sweet blessing!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Random Things

I haven't blogged in such a long time.  This is mostly due to the fact that for the last three months I haven't been able to keep my eyes open past 7pm.  (Sadly, I'm not exaggerating.)  This pregnancy has been so different than the last one--I've been nauseous and exhausted constantly.  Combine that with having an energetic three year old at home, and you have a recipe for something very close to a disaster.  It's for a wonderful reason, though, and I'm very aware of how blessed we are.  If feeling so rotten means that all is well with the baby, I'll take it. :)  Last Saturday was the twelve week mark, and I'm counting on a wonderful, energy-filled second trimester...because my to-do list is far too long for 7:00 bedtimes. 

Aniston's birthday is next Wednesday, and she'll be four.  (How is that even possible?!)  I'm in the process of planning her birthday party, and this year's theme is the easier, the better.  As difficult as it is for me, I'm letting go of the cutesy stuff and keeping things simple this time.  We've even decided to have her party at a jumpy place instead of here.  I may not win the prize for mother of the year with this party, but at least I'll survive it.

Speaking of Aniston, I should note that we have entered the "Why?" stage.  I thought we were in it before, but I was terribly, horribly wrong.  I've realized that the whys are a snowball-type of thing and can get out of control in a hurry.  On the way to church on Sunday, I answered no less than 50 "Why?" questions, including, "Why don't dinosaurs live here anymore?"  That led to the question of what happened to the dinosaurs, and, as I'm sure you can imagine, my response of "No one really knows for sure," held no merit for my child.  She then came up with a dozen possible scenarios, ending with, "I bet it was a chicken that did it."  Because we all know that chickens are fierce dinosaur hunters.

B, Aniston, and I watched Tinkerbell and the Legend of the Neverbeast last night and it was easily the saddest movie ending I've seen in awhile.  At one point, B looked at me and said, "Are you crying?!"  And I'm not even much of a movie crier.  In other news, B and I realized that Ethel looks more like a Neverbeast than a schnauzer.  We've always known she was a little off.  Bless her heart.