Ellie's New Hobby

So for some reason Ellie has become majorly intersted in babies lately. I'm not diluted enough to think that it has sunk in with her that she is going to be a big sister, but I'm enjoying her new-found interest all the same. So to satisfy her need to see babies, (Baby? Baby? MAMA!!!! Baby?- Ellie's constant refrain these days), I've started showing her videos of her when she was a baby, or looking up friends blogs who have new babies and she just soaks it all in!

And to top it all off, she finally has enough hair for cute pig tails! Granted, these pictures don't do them justice, but I think you can get the general idea of just how completely gorgeous my little girl is.

Ahem... 4 days.

Yes, HP7 part 1 comes out on DVD in 4 DAYS! And yes, I am a little bit excited.

In other news, the pregnancy has been going well. I must admit though that my little ticker that I added last week is a little bit depressing. 200 and some odd days left! Really! Pregnancy is not really my favorite, to be honest. This baby has been really hoped for and prayed for, though, so I can't really be too upset. I just find the nausea and food aversions to be down-right annoying. But they are nothing to the emotional roller coaster that is pregnancy. My poor Grizzly has had to endure more than his fair share of crazy emotions during our marriage. At least this time around we knew what to expect, in part. But at the end of the day, when I am sitting in the car crying my eyes out because I want Panda Express and it is too far away, even the best understanding of pregnancy-induced emotions doesn't help that much. At least I'm in the last month of the first trimester now, so hopefully many of these not-so-pleasant symptoms will disappear soon. Though if my last pregnancy is any indication, the emotions will only get wilder. Scott's favorite story from my pregnancy with Ellie happened when we were watching Father of the Bride Part II. Now that is a pretty hilarious movie, so it is quite understandable why I would end up laughing so hard that I cried, even without the extra estrogen pumping through my body. But after the scene ended, I was still crying for a good half hour. For no other reason than the fact that I felt like I just needed to cry. I'm sure all you mothers out there know exactly what I am talking about, but to my poor husband who grew up in a house with 5 brothers and no sisters, this was just completely out of left field. We can laugh about it now, but I think he still wonders about my sanity sometimes... I guess I'll have to avoid that movie this time around.

So to make a more positive spin on this post, I'll leave you with one of the most exciting parts of pregnancy: picking out a name! There is a reason little girls start making their baby name lists when they're 5. It's just plain fun! I'm pretty sure that this baby is a boy, but I'll include our (one) girl name for your viewing pleasure. Note to family members: if you are reading this post, you are officially giving up your right to use any of these names for your own children. You have been warned...

Boy:
Lincoln Gibbs
Ronald Scott
Radley Scott

Girl:
Evelyn Valli
(we're pretty set on Evelyn.. I can't even really think of any other girl names that we like)

I'd love to hear your opinions... but don't be offended (hint mom) if we still name him Ronald:)

Doughnuts or Baby?

What do you think? Is my waistline increasing because I ate an entire box of doughnuts last week? Or could it be this little guy...



I'm kind of thinking its mostly doughnuts...

But either way, I couldn't be happier! Ellie is going to be a big sister in November!



Sidenote: Please disregard the fact that I'm wearing absolutely no makeup in the first picture and look pretty disgusting. Morning sickness has not forgotten me, nor has pregnancy induced laziness...

A Derby of Pine

So I had never been to a pinewood derby before this one. But apparently they are a big deal to boy scouts. And Scott hasn't quite gotten over that stage of life yet, so he was pretty excited. He made a red wagon derby car. Ellie and I helped as much as we could, but he was hesitant to let anyone interfere... he didn't want to run the risk of someone ruining his "masterpiece."

So when the race day finally came, I made sure to have my camera ready. The anticipation was almost too much when they took Scott's car up to the top of the track! And I don't think anyone anticipated the outcome:

Yes, the car did stop in the middle of the track. Scott claims that the wagon handle was to blame.. apparently it dragged on the track. But it was still pretty stinking hilarious.

Scott's disappointed face.

Eventually Scott got to race his car again and it did much better without the handle. Ellie enjoyed watching all the cars and playing with the other kids. And I will never forget my first Pinewood Derby. (nor will I allow Scott to ever forget the time his car didn't even make it to the finish line haha)

About a Bug

So April fools. Not my favorite holiday really. And especially not today. Because apparently I played an April fools joke on myself... and it wasn't that funny. Let me explain:

So last night, I was resting peacefully. Probably having a dream about the new HP movie or something. And then I rolled over and pulled the covers up. And at that point, it all changed. In my dream-state, I registered the fact that I was rolling over in bed, but when the blanket tickled my ear on accident, my subconscious went berserk. Suddenly there was a giant grasshopper/beetle/cockroach/praying mantis in my bed! Trying to eat my ear! It was sooooo scary. So naturally, I ripped all the covers off of the bed and started screaming for Scott to wake up. While I turned on all the lights and started searching frantically for the monster bug, my dear husband, so confused and alarmed, asked me what in the heck I was doing. Well, I was searching for a killer! I explained to him what had happened, at which point he rolled over and said he was going back to sleep. What?! You can't go back to sleep! There is a killer demon bug in our bed! I insisted that Scott search all the blankets and pillows for the bug while I shook out my hair and continued to freak out. Once he had determined that no bug existed, I still expressed a fear of going back to sleep. He told me that if he were a bug, he would be too scared to try and pull anything else. That must have been really comforting to my semi-conscious self, because I climbed back in bed and fell asleep right away.

Thanks to a brave Grizzly bear for saving the day (or night, I should say) once again.