A couple weeks ago he came up to me and said "Mom, I don't want to look like a pretty girl." I said, "Oh that's good" Then he said, "I want to look like you." Not sure how to take that.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Random
Nicholas came in my bedroom just now with a sanitary napkin he found (oh yes, it was brand new). He said "MOM! Look! I found a diaper for the baby!" Ah, he is so cute. Although, in this picture, it looks like there's something wrong with his eye...
A couple weeks ago he came up to me and said "Mom, I don't want to look like a pretty girl." I said, "Oh that's good" Then he said, "I want to look like you." Not sure how to take that.
A couple weeks ago he came up to me and said "Mom, I don't want to look like a pretty girl." I said, "Oh that's good" Then he said, "I want to look like you." Not sure how to take that.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
28 comments:
Scary! So glad your daughter, home and the rest of you are safe1
Sorry about Jesse =( I'm sure if you pluck those chin hairs you'll look great!
Have fun making you bloggy friends your real life friends. (Wish I could be there. So jealous!)
Okay...if I were feeling the way you were, and then my stove caught on fire? Yeah...I'd be off somewhere having a good long cry.
Once again I lament not having started my blogging career sooner. I lived in Issaquah once, people! And I lived in Portland and drove through Vancouver, WA...all...the...time!
There's just something cruel about meeting so many cool Pacific Northwesterners -after- the fact, you know?
Can I come too? We can pair off and make snarky comments about the others' hair or something. C'mon...I'm only eight hours away!
So glad you are all safe. I have the same stove and a similar thing happen to me. I was just cooking something as innocently as could be and then all of a sudden the heat spiked and what I was cooking--along with the container, essentially combusted. They did replace the part that went awry, so I'm wondering if this is a known flaw with these stoves. You should ask.
In any case, I want to tell you I felt similarly nervous when I met all the other bloggers here. They are 15 years younger than I--way more hip and cool--and I was scared out of my wits. (Essentially we are comparing fabulous thirty-somethings to my fat and frumpy forty-something self. I didn't stand a chance.) It was terrifying!
But you know what, it was all great and I've made some wonderful new friends IRL. My point is these people already love you so even if you are 40 weeks pregnant and in need of a new haircut it won't matter a wee bit to them. They'll be so glad to know you!
So have fun! And don't let any strangers rub your belly.*wink*
p.s. I love the Pacific Northwest--and Pacific Northwesterners. They're my people, you know. Hugs to everyone!
What a post!
First of all, I would be intimidated meeting that bunch of chicas too - but be careful with the haircut just before meeting people. I am still regretting the one I got a month ago just to feel cuter when seeing my college roommates at our reunion during conference. It is a bad cut, I feel dowdy. Wah. But this isn't about me! You will have so much fun and will probably laugh like a crazy person with those funny women.
Your son is a cutie and your daughter is a hero! A fire! Yikes! I hope your house smells normal soon - your poor preggo nose!
Carrot, Carrot, Carrot.
First of all I am glad everyone is safe. Was dinner ruined? Did you order in pizza?
Second, I won't deny it, I have earned the Hot Fruita Mom name. What can I say? How about, I'm just sayin'.
Carronin is going to love being called Skipper!
Compulsive is right. I love you already. The fact that you will be carrying another human being around inside of you, will make you that much more special and adorable.
Carroin and I are making special efforts to meet ya'll too. She is getting her eyebrows waxed and I am getting my toes done! Seattle or burst!
OK, we did *not* worship DYM any more than we worshipped you. We had never seen you before so if you weighed 3000 lbs we wouldn't have known the difference (like anyone could accuse me of being skinny). And you brought us CANDY and sat there with us when the lady from your ward tried to rescue you from these weird Internet strangers you were stuck with. And we all got in trouble with Mary Ellen Edmunds for giggling during the talk. You were very impressive.
And we are not intimidating. We're too short.
P.S. I got my hair chopped off yesterday by a lady who may or may not have been a terrorist. If that doesn't scream "I LOVE YOU CARROT," what does?
Waaah!! I'm feeling soo left out!!! I'm betting they ain't coming by greyhound?
So, did you like the fennel? I know you did!!! Admit it ;)
Glad everyone is safe!
Just how sweet is that EW? Very I'll say.
Stove fire? Way scary =:O
Now Carrot about the great NW visit, the math could go this way also:
Annie + carronin
SHG + NCS
Carrot + Chicken
See? we are all paired up (Gosh I am so smart sometimes!)
If it makes you feel any better I am super fat after my trip to MO and I have something weird growing in my nose...I am hideous!! I'll be your Eeevil Ugly friend.
But I will shave my bigote for you :)
Sorry about the potatoes and the fire! Glad you are all safe though!
I've met you and Nicholas in real life and was quite entertained! You are fabulous! (BTW, I didn't notice any man whiskers, but maybe you plucked them just for me!) Have fun! I'm jealous! (We might make it up there sometime this year, but it might have to wait until next year.)
Thanks for the late night chuckle - the cheese stands alone. I may have to work that into the talk I have to give on Mothers Day.
Sorry about your stove. That was seriously unexpected. Did spiderman make it over to your house?
So glad everyone's okay. I agree w/kimberly that I'd probably be off somewhere having a good cry.
Nicholas sounds like the calm voice of reason in the crisis with his Spiderman and fireman comment. Too cute! Have fun meeting up with the blog buddies. (You won't be the cheese standing alone. Sounds fun!)
I don't like people touching me. At all. Especially when pregnant. I even hate hugging anyone outside my family. One very nice lady in my ward insists on touching my shoulder while talking with me. When I see her coming, I duck into empty rooms or the bathroom to avoid her. Sometimes, I made up stupid excuses to escape people fondling my pregnant belly. Papi said he would make me a T-shirt that says "Hands Off!" right across the stomach.
Oh, and I've decided that I'm too fat and unsightly to meet any other bloggers. I'll wait for Halloween to invite everybody so then I can disguise myself with a clever costume to hide the facial hair, big butt, and fat rolls.
I'll go as a bearded sumo wrestler. Or maybe as Violet Blueberry Beauregarde from Willy Wonka.
Carrot, I'd be more concerned, even if you already have met her, with hanging out with a tiny Mexi who calls herself fat, AND offers to hang out with her imaginary friend who, no matter what you look like, you will be a beauty queen next to.
Secondly, I have like 5 responses to this email. I laughed out loud at "so I decided to just wax my eyebrows" because I totally went through that thought process about a week ago. What can I do to improve this? Uhhhhhhh, I know, WAX AND TORTURE! I did feel better though, so I hope you do to.
Thirdly, you KNOW how easy it is to be with Millie and NCS---so I know you're not quite as nervous as you might sound. Or, in case you've forgotten, they are SO EASY to hang out with and amazingly good at making you not feel like a third wheel.
And lastly, give that lady back her baby clothes right now. I don't have strong opinions on this, you see. First of all, um, this isn't your first child and you probably have TONS of clothes floating around your house. Second of all, what if it gets stained or torn or lost? People shouldn't put that kind of pressure on you. :) Maybe you're just really organized and cover your kids in plastic so the clothes never get dirty. In that case, moot point, and i'm sorry. :)
So glad everything is okay after the fire--how scarey. Sorry for guest posting in your comments. :)
Oh yeah, p.p.s I have made VERY few, to no new good friends in my adult life and I am VERY likeable. :) There's something about marriage and motherhood that makes it hard---it's not you. Unless you don't bathe regularly. Then all bets are off.
Yeah. Shower. Or I'm not coming.
I agree 110% with angela on giving that lady her clothes back. That's waay too much pressure. I also agree with making friends as grown-ups thing. I think some of us have a higher need for girlfriends than others.
Carrot!!!
Glad you are safe, that could have been so bad.
Hey, I'm enjoying your blog--having some really great laughs here. I'm not exactly sure how I wandered over or from where... [insert shrug]... but I'm loving the fact that you're getting together with blogging friends. How kool is that?!
Hope your D-day goes well. I made a career out of being pregnant and delivering babies. I have six kids--but that's quite enough for me! Btw, the lady who wants the baby clothes back when you're done... that just makes me laugh so hard!!!
Carrot, I'm having the same feelings as you girlfriend. Coming to meet total strangers with my barbie sister. Yes, I look just like barbie too, have you seen the Rosie O'Donnell Barbie? I've given up on losing 75lbs. in two weeks too so tommorow I'm getting my hair highlighted so you won't see my greys my eye brows waxed.I Can't wait to meet you:)
You could always dip into your slush fund and hire one of those size 2 (even when pregnant) women, to be you. You know the ones that don't look pregnant from behind, then turn around and it looks like a 747 coming toward you! (They are so stinkin' cute)
No, don't do that. Because just in reading what you have to say here. We all have met the JEWEL that is you!
Sorry about the oven, goodness.
I'm glad you are all safe.
So did you get your new stove yet? Pictures?
I don't think I could have let someone touch my pregnant belly for that long. You're braver than me!
How scary that your oven caught on fire! Have fun meeting with all your bloggy friends! :)
Hey you. Looking for a comment to your comment? It is your lucky day my friend. Because I feel REALLY heavy with child, I'm taking the lazy way out and proclaiming today, "Pick Your Own Comment Day". So, go ahead, pick the comment you'd like.
A. Thanks, I will!
B. I am too!
C. You are so sweet. You always were my favorite blogger.
D. No, I haven't yet. We've been microwaving.
E. No matter what you say, I'm still going to have a panic attack. In fact, I might have to acquire valium before I go.
F. Welcome! So glad you stopped by!
G. Yeah, I thought about yelling "WILL YOU STOP TOUCHING ME??" But she's a really sweet gal that adores my children.
I choose C and E (is there a limit? I hope not).
Thanks Carrot, my little heart goes "awwww".
What about showering? Curiously, there is no blanket comment about that topic. Hmmmmm....
I like your approach. I might have to start doing that. :)
wv: eerrk
Ooh, I take A, G and definitely C. Thanks for making me grin, Carrot! :D
(Annie walks in, looks around, doesn't see anyone, shrugs her shoulders, and walks out.)
Post a Comment