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Now it’s official

We told our families last week and posted it on Facebook on Sunday, but it’s not official until The Blog knows:

Simon is going to be a big brother! ūüôā

We’re about 16 weeks pregnant (found out on Nov. 21), which means we’re looking at a late July-ish arrival date. ¬†So far this pregnancy is super easy like my last one, complicated only by the fact that it’s about ten times more exhausting to chase around a toddler than to sit at a desk all day. ¬†We found a great midwife who really jives with our philosophy (which is lucky; there aren’t many home birth midwives in Ohio, much less ones who actually bring medical supplies to births and have a friendly working relationship with docs at the local hospital in the event of transfer). ¬†Simon still doesn’t really get what’s going on, but that’s to be expected since he’s so young. ¬†We’re reading lots of books on the topic and I’m going to get him a baby doll at Target, but I doubt he’ll really get it until Hoopling #2 (temporarily called Garfunkel, naturally) actually shows up.

So yay babies!

Our weekend was pretty good. ¬†Friday after Simon’s ped checkup we had lunch with Jeff, then Simes and I went to Canton and got him some clothes for spring at Once Upon a Child, and a few maternity pieces for myself (most of my things from last time aren’t nursing-friendly). We went up to Cleveland on Saturday because Jeff needed some work clothes and I was out of my LUSH face wash stuff. ¬†Definitely not our most exciting adventure, but Simes got some quality Tula Time with his Daddy and I got a change of scenery from Akron for a bit, so it’s all good. ¬†I ran a few errands by myself on Sunday, which was LUXURY. ¬†I missed having someone to talk to as I pushed my cart around Target, but it was nice to browse in peace and not spend my time supervising the wee one as he pushes the shopping cart or tries to wander away. ¬†I treated myself to popcorn and a Diet Coke to make it a real escape ūüėÄ ¬†We turned on the football game Sunday night, but we’re not really a football house so it was more about the commercials and halftime show than the stupid game.

I know it’s not quite the same, but I feel compelled to insert this here:

And I suppose that I am Moss in that scenario.  Goody.

Mr. Cuteness was in rare form yesterday morning:

He was rolling grapes all over the high chair. ¬†Apparently it has juuuust a hint of a slant to it, so he was “racing” them, shooting them like pool balls, the whole nine yards. ¬†I made a video but, in true toddler fashion, he stopped as soon as the camera came out:

After breakfast we actually went BACK up to Cleveland to hunt down a couple fabrics that my local JoAnn doesn’t carry, then stopped by a quilt shop in Hudson that I’d heard good things about. ¬†I got a few half-yard lengths for my stash. ¬†Maybe to go into Garfunkel’s quilt; maybe not.

I’d love to tell you all about what I’m working on right now, but it must remain secret for a while yet. ¬†But it’s going to be awesome! ¬†HINT:

And no, I promise you on my great-great-great grandmother’s grave that it has nothing to do with Garfunkel. ¬†For serious. ¬†(Just like last time, we’re not finding out if it’s a boy or girl)

Since driving all over northeast Ohio seems to be my hobby as of late, today we went down to Canton for some lunch and shopping with Kathy. ¬†We went to this place called The Flower Factory, which is a closeout store sort of like a Michael’s-meets-HomeGoods. ¬†I can’t show you any pictures of my finds yet because they’re in the car and I’m lazy (HONESTY), but I got a couple delicious candles, some seasonal decorations for next fall and winter, and a few random craft supplies. ¬†All told, we spent about two hours wandering around just looking at everything. ¬†That place is like a dream! ¬†I can’t wait to go back ūüôā

Here’s one pic that I grabbed in the store:

Just aisle after aisle of heavily discounted seasonal stuff, decor, craft supplies, party items, and (I wish I’d gotten a picture of this) disposable “spa thongs”. ¬†Needless to say, I stocked up. ¬†I hate having to re-use my spa thongs.

We enjoyed a long lunch and catch-up session at Max and Erma’s, and Simon got some quality attention that he is sooooooo desperately lacking (or so he says). ¬†We’re so lucky to have a friend in Kathy! ‚̧

My little dragon also got the awesomest present ever:  his very own castle!

Kathy, he has had SO much fun playing with it, ever since he woke up from his nap!   Thank you SO SO SO MUCH.

Apparently the king needed a kiss:

In our version, the DRAGON is the master and sits on the throne:

OK well somebody is staring at me and shaking an empty snack dish my direction, so I believe I’m being summoned. ¬†Have a great evening, everyone!

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Happy Thursday!

We’ve had a busy couple of days ¬†Luckily it was mostly fun-busy, less stress-busy (though our bum of a property manager still isn’t answering my calls/emails. ¬†GRR.)

 

On Tuesday I hung up my chalkboard (finally!).  This gives me such a happy.

It’s only been OVER A YEAR, JESUS CHRIST! ¬†(There was no space to hang it in our LA kitchen, so it lived propped in a corner of the office/craft room for a year.)

 

How stinkin’ wonderful is that? ¬†I am so in love.

 

Then Simesie boy and I made some cookies:

to foist upon Jeff’s unsuspecting co-workers. ¬†They are good. ¬†Because duh.

 

And we built a fort:

The only thing more fun than building a fort is knocking it down!

 

Yesterday I came down with the type of cold that leaves you cranky and low-energy, but isn’t severe enough to actually lay you up. ¬†So I pressed onward in our daily activities, snotting and coughing all the way. ¬†Sexy!

 

A while back I joined an Akron-area kids’ clothing sale group on Facebook, and yesterday it finally paid off. ¬†A woman was selling a toddler-sized Yoda costume, so we ran over to Stow and picked it up after dropping Jeff at work.

 

Simon didn’t think much of the headgear ūüėõ

Ah well. ¬†He’s got 6 weeks to get used to it. ūüėÄ

 

In the meantime, I need to find some cargo pants at a thrift store for Jeff, and hem and dye an old t-shirt for him.  BECAUSE THIS:

 

Babywearing Halloween FTW! ūüėõ

 

I also installed our clothesline yesterday.  One step closer to a dream come true!

That was the second time using my drill, in as many days.  (Wow awkward phrasing much?)  With any luck, our forever home will have a real clothesline on posts, but a retractable spool clothesline is better than no clothesline at all!

 

This weekend I’m going to get a couple things at Home Depot and work on winterizing the yard. ¬†That dirt strip by the driveway is unappealing looking, but shady almost all day. ¬†Any ideas what I should plant (maybe in the spring)?

 

This morning Simes and I headed out to one of those three-days-only consignment sales down in Canton. ¬†He needed a coat and a few more pyjamas (seems like I’m always buying that kid pyjamas!), and I, as always, maintained a faint hope that I might find a gorgeous woven wrap tucked into a pile of baby blankets or something.

 

I’m sure you can figure out how well that last bit worked. ūüėõ

 

The sale wasn’t the best I’ve ever been to, but it wasn’t bad. ¬†I found the items on my list, but then I saw a giant Enfamil booth:

And the formula-pusher lady was talking to that mom in purple. ¬†She said, “Are you breastfeeding?” ¬†(Mom nodded) ¬†“Good for you! ¬†Just in case it stops working, take this. ¬†It’ll be a huge help and really lift the burden!” And then she shoved a big shiny tote bag of formula and crap at this family. ¬†THIS is the kind of stuff that pisses me off to no end. ¬†It undermines a perfectly healthy breastfeeding relationship. ¬†Not all breastfeeding mamas are educated about the dangers of formula, and not all of them will understand the negative effects of formula. ¬†Plus, who doesn’t love free stuff? ¬†By calling breastfeeding a “burden” and paying lip service to supporting the mama, the Enfamil rep was worming her way into the family’s awareness and trust.

 

Seriously, formula marketing sickens me. ¬†It’s one thing if a family needs to use formula, or makes an educated decision to choose it, but it’s another thing completely when the companies pretend that they’re supporting breastfeeding while actually deceptively promoting their inferior product.

 

I thought about whipping a boob out right there, or claiming an open booth for an impromptu breastfeeding support station, but I made the mistake of calling Jeff and telling him about my brilliant plan and he talked me out of it.  Something about not wanting to have to come to Canton and bail me out of prison.  IDK.   Meanie.

 

I need to shut up now. ¬†It’s making me too mad to think about.

 

Anyway.  In addition to a coat and a couple shirts and some jams, I also found this little bit of wonderfulness:

Grey. Wool. Tweed. Sportcoat.  WITH ELBOW PATCHES!!!  I am dead.

 

I’ll try to take a picture of him wearing it after he wakes up from his nap here. ¬†Warning: it will be blurry ūüėÄ

 

Finally, MY MY MY MY MY hydrangea.  MINE!

I may have to try and dry that, as Kathy suggested. ¬†Isn’t it just unbearably gorgeous?!

 

Hope you’re having an excellent week!