One Hot Mama

Summer is my favorite season, many people think I am crazy for enjoying hot lazy summer days. To be honest it is slightly crazy but after a 2 1/2 seasons of cold weather, my body needs the warmth of the sun to thaw me out.
 This summer is a little different for me though, when the temperature is above 80 degrees with 80% + humidity. I'm ready to retreat in to the air conditioning, which isn't like me at all. I'm the person who is ok with 100 degree temps, as long as I have a fan on I'm good to go. No not this year, I get to hot at 80*'s and resort to putting my head in the freezer to cool down.
When the phrase "Bun in the Oven" was coined, they weren't kidding. Babies have their own heating mechanism that will keep you warm/hot all the time, it actually has to do with having extra blood flowing throughout your body that keeps you warm or hot in my case.

I have enjoyed being pregnant for the last 36 weeks, and I'm a little sad that it is coming to an end. Well only a little because I could do without the heartburn and puffy feet and hands. But I love knowing that my baby is safe and full of life right below my heart as I feel my baby move around. So I patiently await the arrive of my baby, while my husband and daughter are getting a little anxious.

The Invasion Part 3 - Ants

As you know my poor house had been invaded by wasps, thankfully they have either all been killed or have moved outside where they proceed to dive bomb my head every time I walk out the door.

 Damn dumb things!

A new invasion has come to my poor house this time in the form of Ants, sugar ants and your ordinary big black ants. If you know me, you know that I absolutely hate ants with a passion the same kind of passion I hate snakes with (but thats a different story). So I have these two different kinds of ants, the sugar ants are coming out of the ceiling (YUCK!) and onto my counter, we have set out ant traps, Josh has put ant killing powder all over the place. Yet these tiny little suckers just keep coming back, I have started to spray them with Windex because the ammonia in it kills them. Finding alternative solutions to bug sprays is harder than one would think, it usually happens by accident or at least it does to me. Now the big black ants are a pain in the butt to kill, even stepping on them doesn't always kill them you have to make sure you hear a crunch in order for them to be dead. 

Gross isn't it? 

Ack the snarky lady is back

Why must people think that asking "when are you going to pop?", "Are you having twins? Are you sure?" and my ultimate favorite "WOW you're HUGE!" are not appropriate comments to say to a pregnant woman? Especially a stranger, honestly what happened to having tact or just plain old keeping your stupid comments to yourself?
Usually when I get a stupid question "You are having baby?" I reply with "No I'm having a purple Hippo," of course I'm having a baby what were you thinking when you said that. Then these lovely people think they are going to "guess/figure" out the gender of my child, because unlike most people I can wait till the baby gets here to find out the gender, plus I love being surprised. Not to mention I HATE HATE HATE the color pink.

Why these people feel the need to say something stupid or hurtful, is beyond me. And being the snarky type of person I usually answer in kind, mostly because someone needs to put these asshats in their place. And I am more than happy to take the job, but also I just feel the need to be mean sometimes and this is how I let it out.
My other favorite question is "How are you feeling?" a better questions would be "how are you doing?" in my opinion. Because honestly you really don't want to know about the swollen feet and hands (I haven't worn my wedding ring in months because of it), the heartburn and waking up at 0630 almost every morning because I can no longer sleep, and plethora of other random ailments pregnant women have. Plus it isn't like I have some kind of illness that requires you to ask how I am feeling, compared to someone with a chronic illness/disease.

I know that most of these people think they are being nice, but honestly its really annoying and after a while I really don't care if I hurt your feelings after you say something stupid. Because I am at the end of my rope dealing with stupidity. I have a very low tolerance for stupidity when I'm not pregnant and it goes down to ZERO tolerance when I am pregnant.

Beware of what you say to the snarky pregnant lady!

Hand prints on the sidewalk

Having a 5 year old is very interesting at times, there are days she still acts as if she is 2-3. Then you have days you are positive that an adult has invaded her brain because what she is saying makes complete sense, or is it just the fact that I am in need of some serious adult time that I in my mind I want her to be one already? Hmm, that is one I will have to think about. 

Then you have days where she is just a normal 5 year old, or at least I hope she is normal. lol For instance I took her easel outside so she could paint out there and since it is concrete the paint will not damage it, along with her easel and her paint brushes she took her bottles of washable paint. After she was done painting we brought everything but the paint bottles (I forgot they were out there) and the next day we were graced with this.

 

After an hour of scrubbing with scrub brush, Dawn dish soap and hosing the area off frequently. The paint did not come off for several days, probably if I went outside right now I would find a faded red blot of paint. I was a little mad at first about it, because it created more work for me and lets just say trying to bend over, kneel or squat down is very hard to do when you are 32 weeks pregnant. LOL

Our next adventure was found a few days prior to the painted hand prints on the sidewalk. Katherine loves to play dress up like almost every little girl does, even the tom boy ones liked to play dress up don't let them lie to you.

Yes, she is the one who dressed herself like this, all I had in it was tucking a piece of the head scarf in so it wasn't poking her in the eye. I believe the purple fuzzy slippers set this off to the right tone of a Russian Babushka. 

Don't you think? 

Only my kid would dress like this and be ok with letting people see her. :)