Thursday was costume day at Lauren's daycare. Originally, I was going to just take her costume to Jaime's. We were already running late that morning - because Josh refuses to eat school lunch pretty much every Thursday and I had to pack him a lunch - and I didn't really have the time to fight her with her costume.
Josh STILL fights me to get his costume on. He freaks every time and SWEARS that he will be the only one dressed up. Every year I ask him if he really thinks I would make him dress silly just so kids would laugh at him and each year he looks at me with these suspicious eyes and says, "Uh...no?" (Note the question mark.)
Anyway, I quickly grabbed her costume as we were walking out the door and she started whining and showing me the universal "gimmie" sign. I asked her if she wanted to wear her costume and she violently nodded her head and yelled, "Yeah."
So we all took a minute so that Miss Lauren could be the star of the show in her monkey costume. (Notice Josh laying on the floor in the background. Poor kid is used to waiting for Lauren to primp herself already.)
Of course she got to walk through Josh's daycare and all the teachers were ooing and awing over her cuteness. She basked in the glory. She danced and laughed and giggled and smiled until she was tuckered out and had no one else to entertain. In the meantime, Josh ran in fear that someone would associate him with "that girl" in the monkey suit.
She loves attention. He does not.
Friday was Josh's Halloween Party. I volunteered to help out and was so glad to see him interact with his friends and meet a few of the children I hear so much about.
I was so proud of him. He waits patiently. He listens. He doesn't budge. He doesn't have to be first. He is his father.
I was in charge of Pumpkin Bowling (basically you use a small pumpkin instead of a bowling ball) which meant I had to set up 9 pins about 100 times. Between the freakishly warm weather and my freakishly large body...I was sweating bullets by about frame 5.
One of the little girls in Josh's group bowls as well as I do and accidentally rolled her pumpkin right into my knee. By my poor son's reaction you would have thought my leg had fallen off. He ran over to me and asked if I was all right. I told him I was fine and he looked at Natalie and said, "You apologize. Even if it was just an accident." I have said that to him a thousand times and each time he whines at me because he doesn't want to say "Sorry" to Lauren for "accidentally" hitting/kicking/pushing/etc. her. So to hear it come out of his mouth gave me a hearty chuckle.
After the party we quickly carved pumpkins before Dustin headed off to work. Dustin carved Josh's and I did Lauren's. She was of no help this year with ideas so I had to improvise. She did not approve of having to share her most prized possession.
She quickly reclaimed her pacifier and Jack-o-lantern #2 was left with its tongue sticking out.
The kids received plenty of candy and beg for it constantly. I caught Lauren's hand in the bowl a dozen times yesterday and each time I had placed it higher than the time before. She was relentless and her determination got her sent to time out once or twice.
I get it, though. I would risk getting caught and punished a million times if I knew there was a salted nut roll in the bowl. She is her mother.
Saturday morning Dustin and a friend down the street installed the shower in Josh's bathroom before we headed off to Riverside Casino for the night. We got a late start but dropped the kids of at mom's and headed down to Riverside just in time for Dustin's massage.
I had booked Dustin a massage with the hopes that there would be something I would like to do at the spa as well. There was not. Again, Josh and Dustin like to cuddle and be touched. Lauren and I like our space.
While Dustin spent his two hours at the spa...I slept. He likes steam and heat. I like crisp air and air conditioning.
The hotel was very nice and our room was beautiful. Except for one thing....can you find it?
Have you found it yet?
Yeah....that's a clear piece of glass between the walk-in shower and the rest of the room!!!! Dustin thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread and enjoyed mocking me throughout my morning shower. And I have contemplated whether it is worth tracking down the architect so that I may beat him within an inch of his life.
Seriously, who builds an entire hotel with that design? Give me a break! That just...well, it's insanity to me. It may look sleek and modern but it certainly was not a structural design my husband ever needed to see.
Oy vey.
We had a nice time but Dustin spent his time down at the slot machines and I sent my time propped up with about a dozen pillows in bed. He played. I slept. And I will admit that every time I changed the channel and passed by cartoons...I would feel a twinge and it made miss my kids.
Once we got home on Sunday and relieved my ailing mother (Thanks, Mom!) from her babysitting duties we went straight to work in the basement.
Don't mind the appearance of snowflakes in the pictures. Dustin sanded the mudding and the dust reflected in every picture I took.
What a way to end a weekend, huh?
Tomorrow is our big ultrasound so I will be sure to post pictures as soon as possible on Wednesday.
Baby Update: 21 weeks
Your baby now weighs about three-quarters of a pound and is approximately 10 1/2 inches long — the length of a carrot. You may soon feel like she's practicing martial arts as her initial fluttering movements turn into full-fledged kicks and nudges. You may also discover a pattern to her activity as you get to know her better. In other developments, your baby's eyebrows and lids are present now, and if you're having a girl, her vagina has begun to form as well.
As a side note, I feel I need to make a statement about the content of my blog. This is my personal journal. I have opened it up in the hopes that the people who read it get to see a side of our family that they wouldn't normally see in an annual Christmas letter. I write about every day happenings in my life - whether that be related to my relationship with my husband, the actions of my children or the joys of motherhood that I am blessed enough to experience.
While normal life has its normal frustrations I have always attempted to put them in a humorous light. Honestly, how else does one get through raising children? I am human and am by no means a "perfect mother". I am still learning and any mother who says she has it all figured out is either lying to you or lying to herself.
I sincerely hope that no one ever reads my blog and gets the impression that I don't love my life because that couldn't be further from the truth. You know, I've been "Beth" for 29 years and never figured out who I was...until I became "Mom".
Thanks for sharing in our lives.
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No blessing count? I'm disappointed :)
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