Weekend Pics

 Here's a shot of my sassy new kicks that my brother aka Secret Santa got me for Christmas. They're so comfy but my feet are swelling and thus I can't really wear them. BOOO!
 Had to work on Saturday for a bit so Casey and I swung by the Starbucks drive-thru for Mama but it turns out he can recognize that's where they sell the "hot sockwit" he has gotten merely twice before this. Silly, Ironman.
We braved the restaurant and had lunch with Miss AJ, Denise & Trevor on Sunday. Why is it 80 degrees in December? Why do East Winds exist? Why are AJ's eyes bigger than the moon? Good questions, all of these.


Haiku Friday

Outside lights are down
Indoor decorations next
I'm done with Christmas
Husband isn't though
And neither is the boy child
Too bad for them right?
New Years Eve and Day
Will be uneventful ones
Mama needs detox


Post-Christmas Wrap-Up

  • Yesterday I hit 32 weeks pregnant so only 8 weeks left! That shot of me in the sundress on Christmas with my sister Christine and our sons will represent the bump. Hehe. Sundress. On Christmas. Yeah, it was hot. Fetus is jicama-sized, about 3-3/4 lbs. and 16.7". She got lots of wee outfits from her Gaga yesterday. I guess I need to start shopping for her. Seems like a big reality check.
  • Christmas Eve, Husband made shepherds pie and we hosted my Gran and my mother for dinner. I had to work half the day so that was kind of crappy but oh well. It was very strange not having my dad with us but that goes without saying. Casey got to open one present as is tradition in our house. We put cookies and milk out for Santa and it was kind of a big deal.
  • Christmas morning Casey totally made note of the fact that Santa ate the cookies and saw his extra presents and was thrilled to open all of them. I wrapped them all in the same paper so he'd know just what Santa brought. It was really cute. Then we went to my brother's for breakfast and family gift opening. Unfortunately, the kids can only really play for about an hour before fights and crying happen. Hooray for Christmas meltdowns.
  • Christmas afternoon was spent skyping with the Michigan grandparents then napping. We visited Christine's family for a moment before we headed to my mom's for dinner. Gran, rapidly slipping into dementia, ruined most of our holiday with her complaining and "I just ate a piece of shit" face. The kids were burnt out. I think the adults were, too. At one point, my brother was sitting at the head of the table where my dad used to sit and he called me "babe" which is what my dad used to call me and it was simultaneously awesome and sad. 
  • I realized more than ever this year that Christmas really is about the children. For Husband & I both, we were more excited by the build up of it all: the decorations, the reindeer visit, the music, the lights, Santa visits, etc. The actual day was anticlimactic and kind of ... disappointing? And now it's done. We were very fortunate with the generous gifts we received and the time we spent with family, though. That shouldn't be underestimated.


My Crown Story

Recently I had some tooth pain that led to a root canal that was about four hours of drilling total. Two weeks after that, I got to go in for a crown. That was yesterday. They start by drilling your tooth down to a wee nubbin and then take a bunch of pictures around your tooth. Then they have you bite down to determine your bite ridges. Behold! Glorious photos of the process!
My nubbin. Please don't envy that gorgeous face.
 All those pictures create a 3-D image of my tooth. That image is sent to the back to a machine.
 That machine changes a cube of purple porcelain into the crown by using high pressure water jets. Crazy right?
 Boom! The purple tooth. The dentist then drilled that bad boy to fit over my nubbin. Once he determined it was the right fit, he put enamel over it and baked it into the faux white tooth I'm rocking now. Entire process? About 2.5 hours. Neat.


Five More Days Til Christmas Haiku Friday

Non-stop carols, kids.
At work and in the car, too.
Planting some ear bugs
Co-workers hate me
Find themselves singing at home
And cursing my name
I guess I'm a pro
At spreading Christmas Spirit
You're very welcome


Christmas Photo Extravaganza

 Took Casey to see Santa last night. He sat down and melted into Santa's chest. 
It was sheer perfection.
 This is just a tree outside Santa's little shack. Family. Sigh. 
Had to interrupt a make-out sesh to ask for someone to snap this.
Here's the boy under a giant candy cane. He wanted to eat it.
 Here's a picture of me from the ornament party. I brought this ornament. And left with it.
 This is what the Santa Float brigade looks like as it's driving down the street escorted by the OPD and a firetruck and city personnel.
 There's my son on Husband's shoulders. Taking it all in.
 This year they even made it snow with foamy soap. Casey wasn't a fan. I was.
Here's Casey whispering into the mic that Mrs. Claus is holding. 
Basically telling Santa he loves him. Of course.
And this is our pad all lit up. Goddamn I love this season.


31 Down 9 To Go

Scale said 218.2 today so that means I still haven't gained any weight. I had a vendor visit me yesterday that commented on how thin my face was looking and a friend of mine said I looked "skinny" considering how far along I was. These are neat things to hear because I was as big as a house when I was pregnant with Casey with a huge, fat moon face. Supposedly I am to gain a pound a week until the end of my pregnancy so that will literally mean I'll weigh only about 5 pounds more than my conception weight. Crazy town.
This week, the baby measures over 16 inches long and weighs about 3 1/3 pounds - a wee coconut. I'm taking comfort in how busy she is in my belly despite how much it hurts sometimes. She really is up at all hours of the night and quite busy during my meals. It's insane how much this belly has been shaking. She's a wee Kung Fu fighter. I requested that we have an ultrasound on the 30th just because I want to make sure there's really a vagina in there. And also I want to make sure her head isn't dented from the amount of times my son and my dog attack her.
Over the weekend I was at the park with Husband and Casey. Another giantly pregnant woman was there with her son so I asked her statistics. She was 36 weeks to my 30, her son 2-1/2 to my 3 year old, she 41 years old while I am 36. She looked exhausted and said she didn't care to know what gender her fetus was as long as it slept. That made me laugh. There should be support groups for older pregnant mothers of active children under the age of 5, I think. It also made me feel good to know that I wasn't the only big ol' whiner and comforted that my son slept like a damn champ for the most part. I hope this baby follows suit.
As a side note, BFF was giving me a hard time about my picture last week because all she could see was my big ass hand in the way and she asked if I had the reverse thing on the phone for picture taking. I decided to give it a whirl today and here's what I ended up with:
Not exactly what I was going for.


Movie Review

I mentioned last night that Husband and I went Christmas shopping on Friday night for the kiddos. Casey stayed with his Gaga so we could buy toys and fun things for him and my niece and nephew. Toys R Us? Horrifying. Target at the mall on a Friday night? Teenagers everywhere. Thank goodness we got to decompress afterward and have a nice cozy dinner at Marie Callender's all by our lonesome. Yup, that's right. I had quiche. We're elderly.
Anyhoo, Husband is big on holiday movies and Rise of the Guardians on sale at Target so we grabbed it. Husband and Casey were going to have a boy's night on Saturday while I attended the ornament exchange party so I think he just wanted something new and fun for the two of them to watch. We didn't get a chance to see this one in the theater so we were taking a chance just throwing money in the wind and hoping it sticks. Bonus was it came with a wind up toy elf. Because if there's one thing that Casey doesn't have enough of, it's toys.
Turns out this movie was pretty dope. The story is about the guardians of children: Santa, Easter Bunny, Sandman and Tooth Fairy. They're coming up to battle against the Boogie Man so they need a new recruit who just so happens to be Jack Frost. Jack isn't exactly heroic and is kind of a trouble maker so we have to go on his journey with him to find his "center" and realize how he is guardian worthy. Santa and the Easter Bunny are yoked and tattooed, tough guy warriors. It's a very boy movie. Casey has watched it twice a day since Saturday so I think he's sold. I really liked it. In case you're looking for something new to watch during the holidays, I'd go ahead and say you're safe with this one.


Two Weekend Pictures

Since I seem to be a bust at blogging on Mondays here are two photos I took over the weekend. Friday night and Saturday were spent Christmas shopping and Sunday was spent outdoors and resting. It was a very nice weekend that was both relaxing and productive. Rare to have one of those.
This is my mom's tree to the left, mantle to the right, reflection of her big ass wreath in the mirror. She had a professional decorator come to do her house this year. Usually my fancy gay uncle that works in retail does it but he loves Germany more than his family so there you go. Ha! I took this picture at her ornament exchange party on Saturday night, an intimate and fun affair of 9 ladies gossiping and eating good food. Best part? No Casey. No Husband. For four hours. Holler.
Here is a picture of my son, post-haircut. He didn't cry this time, you guys. It was a Christmas miracle. He is sitting there playing a wee guitar Husband had bought him in Hawaii. It's because we bought a Hallmark Keepsake ornament that is Kermit the Frog sitting on a log with a banjo and when you press the button, he sings Rainbow Connection. So Casey is doing that. Singing along with Kermit. And breaking my heart.


Haiku Friday The 13th

Crème brûlée latte
Such a lovely partner to
Protein Bistro Box
Ornament party
Tomorrow night at my mom's
Should be a good time
And nonstop shopping
Get it all done this weekend
And then just relax



I should have posted this on Monday but I actually have been quite busy training my maternity leave replacement so the blog is affected. Go figure. We finally got around to taking Casey to see Frozen on Sunday morning and boy am I glad we did. I cannot believe it has been two months since we've been to the theater. Unheard of.
Let me just state for the record that I went into this viewing as a pretty emotionally unstable train-wreck. The movie immediately dives into some pretty heavy themes of sibling-hood and losing one's parents so I was crying within minutes. Then we got to add to that the undeniably powerful voice of Idina Menzel (of Wicked fame) which any other time would have me welling up. Boom. Two for two. Also? There was a commercial for St. Judes right before the movie started and kids with cancer will get you any time. Jesus Christ.
Frozen is an absolutely beautiful movie. It made me wish I was able to sit through 3-D because the effects they used to make everything freeze over must have been a spectacular sight to see in three dimensions. The music is so good. The characters are likeable and fun. The story is great. The backdrops are gorgeous. I have zero complaints, honestly. Casey was kind of getting frustrated that it took so long for Olaf the snowman to show up but other than that, he was sold from start to finish. From a grown male standpoint, Husband said this movie was "pretty girly" but he laughed aloud on several occasions. A fantastic movie for the whole family, princess or otherwise.


30 Down, 10 to Go

This picture made me laugh. Look at that belly. Too much. I weighed in at 219.2 this morning. Still no gain. Baby is about 15" and 3 pounds, about the size of a large cabbage.
I went to see my OBGYN on Monday and he said everything looks like it's coming along just great. I asked him if my grief lately was screwing her up and he didn't think so but he'd be more than willing to refer me to someone if I needed professional help. I also told him about my root canal and he totally ok'd Vicodin which was very nice of him. Even wrote the prescription for it. When I told him I'd try not to take all 20 at once he told me I had good material. The root canal was completed yesterday and she sure was busy during it. I had my mouth open and she'd kick and it would force an involuntary gasp from me that the endodontist must have found highly amusing. Being pregnant kind of makes your mucus membranes swell up so breathing out of my nose while on my back was not an option. Talk about sexy.
Over the weekend I had kind of wondered aloud to Husband if it was normal that this baby kicked and moved so much. He turned to Google and it said that later-born children have a little more room and longer umbilical cords to play with. Who knew? She is also very much affected by anxiety - which I have plenty to spare - and stress that accompanies most pregnancies of working mothers so that causes her to be more active. And there you have it.


In Memory of My Dad

Our local paper ran this wee blurb today and it sure touched my heart:

Doug M. donated to Bellringer this year in memory of his friend Douglas B., who had a story and good joke to tell at every occasion.The Ventura man met Douglas B. when they were in Kiwanis together about 30 years ago. The two often played poker at the Player’s Casino in Ventura. Douglas B., 66, was a lifelong Dodger fan and owner and salesman at QPS in Oxnard. He loved his vendors and customers and never drew attention to himself, especially when he came down with Parkinson’s disease, Doug M. said. Despite his health issues, Douglas B. was considerate to everyone and strove to bring happiness to those around him, Doug M. said. “There’s not too many people in the world like him. He always had a positive attitude,” Doug M. said.

In memory of Doug B. It is very rare to meet a man who is always happy, considerate, nice and ready to share a joke and smile with everyone. Doug B. was that man. Even when he battled Parkinson’s disease, he kept it to himself while always striving to bring happiness to the people around him. He was a wonderful man and will be deeply missed. Doug M.: $100.


Haiku Friday

Just not feeling it
The blog has been neglected
Apathy, baby
Work Christmas party
The gifts have not arrived yet
And it's tomorrow
Normally I'd rage
But I'm more accepting now
Of my dark cloud curse

***it's really not that serious but yeah, can a bitch get a break?


29 Down, 11 to Go

Weighed in this morning at 219 with my shirt and jeans on. Not too bad. I'm a little concerned about the lack of weight gain but I guess there's no sense in stressing about it. Right now, baby is about 2.5 pounds and 15 inches - the size of a butternut squash. My mom gets furious when I tell her the vegetables. I think that's just like a weight estimator and not necessarily a weight and length because she insists she has never seen said vegetable said size.
This week's pregnant activity was a root canal yesterday. I can honestly say I'd rather have been unconscious during the procedure and I would very much like to have heavy drugs at my disposal right now rather than Tylenol which is essentially a joke of a pain killer. It's not a lot of fun to be super hungry all the time yet suffering with each chew. Also not fun? Lying on your back for hours at a time while pregnant. I already have trouble breathing out of my nose, but to be on my back with the fetal pressure and sinuses AND a plastic wrap over my mouth while my tooth was being worked on for hours. Yeah. I'm not thrilled.
Over the weekend I got to hold Christine's new baby on my bump. I had lots of people touch my bump at my dad's service. The bump is a big ol' icebreaker and while I don't think I look so huge, I guess I do. The assistant to the dentist was rubbing my tummy as we talked about my next appointment. The guy in the waiting room saw my bump and saw that as an opportunity to give me his entire life's story including telling me about marrying his high school sweetheart, his kids having type 1 diabetes and both he and his son spending time in jail. Awesome.