My wonderful sister in law Kaymee threw a super cute shower for Baby Alex this week. Thanks to her and Kim and Misti for all their hard work! And the food was delicious. :) I have to say...baby brother is going to be one well dressed kid (which is always a goal of mine). :) He got so many cute clothes, even some camo stuff and little demolition pjs for Dev's liking too. :)
Thanks to everybody that came!
If feathers were pinned to my body, it couldn't be any more true. I have entered the "nesting" phase of pregnancy. The crazy thing is, this didn't happen to me last time. Not really one bit. But right now, my thoughts are consumed with things like, food storage, obsessively trying to potty train Tigi (which isn't working), getting everything ready for her room (so baby brother can have a place of his own), cooking, ironing, and oh cleaning, lots and lots of cleaning. I would never call myself a messy person, but in no way is cleaning ever something I enjoy doing, and yet currently, it seems I just can't stop. You know, wipe up a little spot here or there on the floor and pretty soon I've completely cleaned the entire kitchen floor with a washcloth. For a visual, think 8 months pregnant, lovely hair that hasn't been done all day, on hands and knees vivaciously scrubbing the floor. It's madness I tell you.
It's not really like these are bad qualities to let run my life...but I have to tell ya, it's kind of weird. I've even started paying attention to prices of meat at the grocery store, clipping coupons, and actually knowing when something is a good deal. Devin laughs (heartily) at me for this last thing especially, but it makes me feel good knowing that I'm getting more for your money. Don't you agree?
Did any of you have any funny "nesting" obsessions? (Or am I the crazy one here?)
We had a fun time in New Harmony last weekend celebrating my grandpa's 73rd birthday. Here's some of our memories.
Let me set the stage for you...We are in New Harmony, visiting my grandparents. It's about 6:15am. Tigi has woken up and climbed in bed with us (between us). I'm laying facing her, trying to sleep.
Tigone: Gasp. "Mommy! What is that?!"
Me: It's completely silent. "I don't hear anything."
Tigone: "What is it? What is that?!"
Me: "I don't know Tigi."
Tigone: "Is that Baby Brother talking?!"
And then I busted up laughing. :) Keep in mind folks, baby brother doesn't have his debut for two more months. :) It does make me wonder though, why would she even think of that?
