Men in Trees

Kiddle and I have an understanding. I let him climb this tree whenever he wants and he promises he won't break his arm until he's four.

Oh yeah. That new kid? He's two weeks old today.

No more bun in the oven

Sorry for the disappearing act ... did you hear I had a baby? I promise I'll catch up soon with all sorts of ridiculous minutiae, but for now here's a link to my lovely doula's announcement about the kiddo.

What's in a date?

My due date is May 14th, but Mr. P and I had our own three target days to have this baby.

5/4/09 — I like this one because Kiddle's birthday is 04/05/06 (and isn't that a cool birthday?). 4/5 and 5/4 have some nice synergy. And 5+4=9. Which must be a postive thing, numerologically, right?

5/6/09 — We'd lose the mathematical quirk with this one, but it would be easy to remember birthdays. Kiddle on 4/5 and Extra Little on 5/6.

5/7/09 — As my almost-sister-in-law pointed out ... "consecutive odd number dates like this will only happen five times this century!" But it's almost 3pm already, so it's not looking good.

Oh well. A boring old regular birth date it is!

Criminal mastermind in the making.

But he's not one just yet.

I was upstairs putting away some laundry, while he was downstairs watching TV. I heard some suspicious, not-watching-TV noises so I headed toward the stairs, calling down, "Kiddle! What are you up to?"

Thump, thump, thump, thump, as he runs back into the living room.
Click, as he turns the TV back on.
Whump, as he throws himself on the couch.

Nice cover. Except that he left the water running in the bathroom.

Extra Little Update

My one zillionth prenatal appointment this morning.

I like that I lost three pounds. I like that she told me I could stop testing my blood sugar four times a day; instead, just twice a day. I don't like that I'm still 1cm dilated (same as last week). But ... I am 50% effaced, so that's some progress. She doesn't want me to go too far past my due date, so we've scheduled a c-section for Saturday, May 16th. That gives me nine more days to get this kid out. After that, he coming out — ready or not.

Tomorrow ... more castor oil.
Saturday ... more acupuncture.
Rinse and repeat.

Things on my To Do list ...

... when I thought I might be going into labor this afternoon:

• remove nail polish
• pack hospital bag
• finish baby laundry
• put away clean laundry
• four more loads of laundry
• clean up kitchen
• pick up house
• clean bathroom
• sheets on guest bed
• stuff to attic
• baby paperwork
• finish birth plan
• pay bills
• wash towels
• update "the care & feeding of Kiddle"
• go through mail

Things left on my To Do list:

• pack bag
• update "the care & feeding of Kiddle"
• go through mail
• fold two loads of laundry

Possible labor is a GREAT motivator. Especially for my lazy ass, apparently.

Blue and yellow make green.

Wow. I just had what seemed like an actual conversation with Kiddle.

On the way home from preschool I asked him what he'd like for lunch ... and, for the first time ever, he actually answered.

"Banana!"
"Oh, really? A banana? What else would you like? Some cottage cheese?"
"BLUE cottage cheese."
"That's a shocker. So, blue cottage cheese and a banana it is."
"No, Mommy. Blue cottage cheese and YELLOW banana."
"Well, excuse me. You are correct."

Oh my god ...

down to single digits on the Baby Countdown. (Although I'm actually hoping for 1 or 2 days. Not 9.) Gotta get back to doing laundry.

Must. Pack. Hospital. Bag.

Pronto.