Its Been A While…

Its Been A While…

The first two photos are from Chanukah this year. Sam was able to participate a little more than last year, which made it exponentially more fun. I have no idea what I am saying or thinking in the second photo but judging by my expression, I am clearly amazed/having a great time. So there you go.

We also had family photos taken in October by the very talented husband-wife duo, Angela and Evan, of Angela and Evan. They are based out of Seattle, incredibly talented and so, so nice. They’ve photographed our wedding, Sam as a newborn, and now our family. I plan on using them many times in the future as our family grows and progresses. If things keep moving down the same path, I’m sure I’ll have one of them photograph my funeral. They’ll know what lighting will make me look my best.

I realize three months is a long time to go without blogging, especially when the whole point of a blog is to keep those who read it updated on the daily going-ons of said blogger’s life. The truth is, I just haven’t really felt like there was much to say. The remodeling was at a stand-still; we were basically just waiting for permits to be approved, builders to clear their schedules, and paint colors and sconces (Seriously. Sconces.) to be chosen. I knew the remodeling would involve minute details, but I don’t think I really knew, if you understand what I’m saying. It starts out fun, but by the end of the interior decorating process I thought I would scream if Gabe showed me one more variation of a barn door hinge. I think he enjoyed the whole decorating thing more than I did. He likes tiny, minute details. He’s OCD. It’s right up his alley.

Besides the remodeling, this pregnancy has proven to be very different from the last one. Instead of a two week period of slight morning sickness, which is what I experienced with Sam, I was sick all the time. Like 24/7. For about 3 months. And I still find myself running for the toilet if, say, the taste of toothpaste lingers too long in my mouth. Yes, that’s right, toothpaste flavor sends me over the edge.

Toothpaste. It’s deadly.

So…a lull in the remodeling, constant morning sickness, extreme exhaustion, and the typical holiday craziness that occurs this time of year have kept me pretty far from the blogging world. I’m going to do my best to change that. I need to blog. It relaxes me. I enjoy it immensley. And its for me.

And whoever reads this. It’s for you too.

Sugar 'N Spice…

Sugar 'N Spice…

It’s a girl. We couldn’t be more thrilled. I’ve always wanted a little girl. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have my baby registry perfected by the time I was eight weeks along. With all girl items. Call it wishful thinking; I just knew she was a girl the moment I found out I was pregnant.

Ruffles.

Bows.

Pink.

ROSEBUD PRINTS. ( I wore too much Laura Ashley in the 80’s. It’s in my DNA now).

She’s going to be tiny. And beautiful. And perfect. She will sleep 8 hours a night from Day One. Only 22 more weeks to go before she arrives and I can’t wait. I have so much knitting to do!

Punkin' Patch

Punkin' Patch

Gabe and I were very excited to take Sam to the pumpkin patch this past weekend. We have discovered that one of the best things about having kids is having an excuse to participate in activities that you’ve secretly always enjoyed but couldn’t do before because we were childless and it would have been weird . Pumpkin Patches fall into this category. So do petting zoos. Oh, and public pools. Kinda weird for two grown adults to want to hang out at any of these places. Throw a kid into the mix and Ta-Da! Instant acceptance. 
So, anyways, we had a great time…and I think Sam did as well. The place was pretty crowded so we decided to skip the hay rides and corn mazes, etc. Sam was too young to really enjoy those activities anyway; he was more than content to sit on the tractor with Gabe and “push” the wheelbarrow full of pumpkins. He tried so hard to push the wheelbarrow just like Daddy. It was adorable. 
We bought a white pumpkin this year. I have always wanted a white pumpkin. They are so creepy. I love them.
My camera died twenty minutes after we arrived (apparently that’s what happens when you don’t charge it for three weeks, go figure) so I had to make due with my iPhone, which turned out okay. We ended up leaving shortly after that because my morning sickness kicked in and I didn’t want to embarrass myself by vomiting all over the pumpkins in front of hundreds of small children. 
My morning sickness is brutal this time around. With Sam, I probably had one bad week, and that was it. With this baby, I’m taking anti-naseua meds and eating bread around the clock. Ugh. Maybe that means it’s a girl. Or twins. Or triplets. Whatever he or she or they may be, I am so looking forward to the first trimester ending. Then the nausea subsides. And the stretchy pants come out. Yes.
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