Ending the day with pie

     It was a wet and chilly day, really does not seem like mid July to me.  It's been raining a lot lately too.  This is summer not spring, get with it weather!  Luckily Tuesday mornings are toddler time at the bounce house place.  Although a bit of a struggle getting L dressed and out the door we made it.  And I even got a lunch packed for us,  go me! Ha nothing special: cheese, crackers, yogurt with honey, and a fruit strip. 

    We had a blast at the bounce house. To bad it had to end with a poop accident 😳😁. I had enough wipes to clean it off the bounce house but had to use rough bathroom paper towels to clean her up.  I can't wait till she starts pooping consistently in the toilet.   Apparently candy is not enough of an incentive.         
    She only napped the 3o minutes it took to drive home.  She had been staying asleep when I would bring her in after morning outings, seems like that streak may be over.  That was a bummer but she at least she rested with half of Frozen and an episode of Daniel Tiger.  Also a super short nap led to no fighting for bed time so I'll take it.  
    I did have a bit of an emotional break thinking of everything that needs to be done around the house.  Probably not the best thing to have a crying fit infront of my 2 year old but I'm only human.  Not only that but I'm a pregnant human who feels like I have a million things to do and only enough time and energy to bearly maintain my household.  L was super sweet though and told me she loved me, aww.  Then insisted I read her a book.  
    After L went to bed I showered and tried to go to bed early.  After tossing and turning for an hour I decided to get up.  So instead of staying in bed and not sleeping I enjoyed some cherry pie with vanilla ice cream and an eposoide of Master Chef.  Pretty glad I made myself go to the grocery store this afternoon.  I really did not feel like it but I wanted sweets and that desire was stronger than my want to just stay at home.

My yummy late night snack.
The pretty picture, or as pretty as I can take anyway.  

The picture that shows the reality of my life.
Stained couch, crumpled toddler shirt, and a face down baby that was never put away.
Either way my treat still tasted just as good.

    Tomorrow is a new day and I'm not sure what it will hold but you can bet it will probably still end in pie.  ;)  Fingers crossed it does not involve cleaning poop out of a pair of tiny underwear though.  

                                     
                                               

The end is near, am I ready!?

    I'm to the stage of pregnancy where I am ready to be done.  Four weeks into my third trimester and. . . well this picture I found pretty much says it all. 

Yup thats how I feel.  My daughter asks me to read her stories and I can read one before I feel out of breath.  I have had to ask my husband to help me up when I decided it was a good idea to sit on the floor.  Getting comfortable is darn near impossible and I'm really not sure how much more my belly can stretch.  I know it's too early and I will wait till this baby decides it's time but I can't help but feel ready for this pregnancy to be over.    

    On the other hand however I feel like baby could stay in until 42 weeks.  Im done being pregnant but really can not fathom the idea of having two little children to look after, to care for and nurture.  

    The idea of adding a new little life into our family scares the crud out of me.  Im sure it will be great for the most part at least.  Im sure I will love both girls with all my heart.  I just can't help but wonder how the hell I'm going to to do this.  How am I going to be a mother of two?  How am I going to fulfill the needs of two little girls and keep some shred of my sanity?  Am I really going to be able to give them both all the love and attention that they need?  How is L going to handle being a big sister?  How is my marriage going to handle the newborn stage all over again.  I have all these concerns and more as the birth of our second daughter quickly approaches.  

    My body is telling me the end is near and it's time for baby to come into this world soon.  My mind is screaming "Noooo, we are not ready for this!".  Regardless of whether this child decides to come at 39 or 42 weeks this family will have its new addition soon enough.  I will soon be a mother of two and by the grace of God we will all survive, I suppose.  

Resigning to the fact that TV really is ok.

L, my two year old, has turned into a TV Lover.  This pregnancy has done that to her.  I have been exhausted for much of it, well I'll be honest for all of it.  I'm at 31 weeks so I'm just waiting for the nesting to kick in.  

Back to the TV.  Today she told me today "I want to build a snow man".  Then she asked me where princess Anna is.  Lol you can add her to the list of Frozen lovers.  

Daniel Tiger is still our all time favorite.  We have watched each eposoide more times than I can count.  I can't wait for September when the next season starts.  But I do kinda like the fuzzy guy.  Even if I have noticed L adding "mow mow"

(her cat sound) at the end of a few sentences.  There are good lessons in it and we use those silly jingles often.  

PBS also puts out Curious George, she refers to this as just the monkey show.  We can't forget her first love Elmo.  She only liked the red guy at first but now she enjoys the whole gang.   

    Although I kept her away from the screen for about 18 months. I have now embraced this love.  While it should be used sparingly, and i dont enjoy the fit of "Daniel Iger, one more ime", it has some practical uses.  For example, when forced to be awake at 5:30 AM a 30 minute show gives me a chance to get some liquid energy in my body in peace so I can conquer a day full of two year old attitude.