Fun weekend . . . but no baby.

So I tried to sleep as much as possible this weekend for no other reason than I can barely function. I'm tired, crabby, cranky, snarky . . .you name a negative attitude and that's me.

I'm just ready to be able to move around again.

Alaina wants me to dance with her.
I can't.

Alaina wants me to play in the sandbox.
I can't.

Jeff would like to see the counters and floors in our house again.
I can't get around enough to clean up my growing piles.

And I have to have Jeff carry the laundry baskets up and down the stairs for me to do laundry because . . .
I can't.

So to distract my family from me being pretty much a decoration around the house, I brought home food from the farmer's market on Saturday, Alaina and I made princess hats (I didn't bring the right camera to download the pics), and made little pink cookies.

Jeff pronounce the pink cookies horrible, but what do you expect from a kid's recipe book? They were just powdered sugar, flour, vanilla and a little milk with food coloring.

Alaina thought they were wonderful so I declared them a success.

And I'm not the kind of person to post videos, but Alaina has started singing all kinds of songs.

One is the bumblebee song . . .which I thought they would never teach the kids at daycare because in the version I learned, you barf up the bumblebee, but they modified it to 'coughing up.'

And the cutest new song it the Tiny Tim Turtle song. Alaina has such good diction, Jeff and I were able to catch all the words by the third time she sang it.

I found a little turtle
His name is tiny Tim.
I put him in the bathtub
To see if he could swim
He drank up all the water
he at up all my soap
And now he sick in bed
with bubbles in his throat.

(Accompanied by adorable actions and a cute voice.)

I think its time to get out my Philadelphia Chickens cd to start her on broadway style tunes.

Happy B-Days galore!

We had two family birthday celebrations this weekend. One for Jeff's dad and his uncle and the other for my dad's mother.

Both were a little rough.

Jeff's uncle stayed home sick (the b-day boy), so his Aunt brought one of their grandkids with her instead.

A little background for that statement. . .

Jeff's 'uncle' is his aunt B's third husband. The last one died of cancer a few years back, but I'm sorry to say that he was a scary, rude man. He had been in a motorcycle accident, so was a little 'confused' all the time. Which meant he leered at the young female cousins and made rude statements to them. I was propositioned more than once at the family dinner table by him. Ick

Husband three is better, but he is loud and a bit ill-mannered. He has the bad habit of answering his cell phone at family meals and talking about the weather as loud as he can. When we only get together once a month or less, I deem this unforgivable.

Back to the present . . . So their grandson isn't related to anyone at the table except by marriage. He doesn't have much for manners, but reminded me of the kids in high school that were horrible to teachers and their own parents, but were respectful to Mimi and Papa when they came to our house because Mimi and Papa respected them.

In other words, no one has cared enough to take much of an interest in said child. It made for a rough time, but he was nice to Alaina and played with her so I think he's an okay child deep down. But he made it very clear that his least favorite person in the room was his new grandma.

On to the second family b-day. . .

Grams turns 89 tomorrow, so we met for the annual meal at Val's in Seward on Sunday. Jeff, Alaina, and I were the only grandkids there.

Which is sort of okay because there are only 10 grandkids, 5 of which live out of state now. But the aunt that planned it has two kids that live instate.

So did she not consult them to see if they could come before she set the date?

This isn't a big deal until you realize that Grams has been a bit depressed lately. I know this because she called me ten days ago to remind me that she hadn't seen me in a while and wondered if my parents had been up to Lincoln recently (she was fishing to see if they were coming to see her soon.) I feel awful when she does that, but Mimi has reminded me again and again that she calls the kids in our branch of the family, because when she does . . . we show up within a week to see her.

Life was much easier when all I had to do was cross the road to visit Grams.

Sorry for the somber tones of this post, but I've been feeling a little down myself lately. Heartburn and pregnancy have come to call again, leaving me short of sleep and revenously hunger most of the day. This make a crabby mommy indeed! I've been trying to make up for it by laughing more with my husband and putting on an extra cheerful face everyday. Which all in all just wears me down faster.

Only four more months to go . . . Then I get to lose sleep for an entirely different reason.

Post Turkey tiredness

Turkey and pregnancy do not make for a very merry me.

I had a great time with family today . . .
at least the time that I was mentally accounted for. . .

At one point my aunt was sitting across the table and asked me a question (and it wasn't loud or anything in the room) and my brain didn't even register anything until I heard my mom say . . . "Sorry, she's check out."

Geez.

And then I just get word vomit. . . .

Did I really just say that? Nuts!!

Of course the highlight of my evening was the discussion on breastfeeding. I don't think I've ever heard my Grandma talk about something so personal . . but she just jumped headfirst in the conversation sharing her two bits.

Go Grandma!!

It was a tired lot that slowly departed our house. But a merry lot of adults, children and pets.

And share the news with whomever you meet over the next six months. I'm not the kind of person to care. My only desired it to tell the siblings, parents and grandparents myself.

Mission accomplished. Package due to arrive June 5, 2009.

Just two weeks after the ten year high school reunion, officially making me "the fat one."

Just Kidding

Happy U.S.A. Turkey Day!!!

Need a nap . . .

I'm feeling very tired . . .

I'm not getting any less sleep, but I'm having trouble shaking that tired look. My pep has gone into hibernation, and I'm not sure how to get it out.

Meanwhile, there is still the big fourth of July sewing project to get finished, I've put it off long enough, Elvis needs his pizazz and he needs it now.

And then, maybe, Marilyn can come too.

I enjoyed reading OM's blog about making new friends. Its hard for the mommies of the world, because we know what its like to be busy and have a friend call to hang out when you just don't have the time. No one want to have to tell their good friends they can't hang out.

OM, maybe if you and I meet half way, we could have coffee in Gretna sometime and walk the outlet malls? ; )