My PB + J

and we showered my little peanut

Over the weekend my Mom and Sister threw me a shower in honor of our little peanut. It was so perfect and I feel ever so grateful to have these women in my life. To be honest I was really emotional, driving to the shower it finally hit me that in one month our dear baby B will be here. Seeing my oldest friends, their children and talking about life then and now just made me appreciate everything that life is throwing at me. I have a great support group and I am blessed to have every single one of them in my life. After the shower as I drove home I shed a few more tears, and later that evening when we tried going out to dinner with my parents and close family friends P was acting up and I just bawled when we got to the car. The pregnancy hormones have finally gone into full effect and my emotions are running high. This shower really helped me and I am truly grateful for those who attended because for how badly I did not want a shower it was nice seeing those who are supporting me. I know I might sound like a broken record but there are days where I feel alone so knowing and seeing that I do have a great support group is reassuring. So thank you ladies. 

The fab women who attended, minus a few that were in the kitchen chit chatting. 
my sis and mom. 
Payton giving us her “cheese” pose. 

35 weeks 

Some of the best people I know. 

and the decorations… 

crazy for choo-choo’s

To say that my daughter has a train obsession is an understatement. From the moment she wakes up looking at me all crusty eyed she’s asking for choo-choo before she even gets her morning milk. If I tell her we’re going bye-bye she looks at me and says, “train?” If it weren’t for the darn North County Fair mall and the kick ass train they have she would never associate leaving with going on the train. Well, we haven’t been to the mall in a while so  this past Saturday we headed out in search of something plaid for the annual wig pub crawl. She was bribed that if she was a good girl she would get to ride the train but from the moment she heard the choo-choo echo the mall corridor mama was in full jog mode getting through the stores I had to get through. The video below is just a minute of how she reacted the entire 10 minutes, the girl is insane but it’s really cute because she loves them. I wish we had the room to add a train table somewhere, she would die if she could play with trains all day. Thank God we are expecting a boy because my girly girl’s boyish side will have a purpose!

hubby’s day

Yesterday was Mr. Hubby Jimmy’s 32nd birthday and it is crazy to think I have known him since he was twenty going on twenty-one. The years are flying on by and we’re just getting older and older, well, he is  not me! The day wasn’t anything spectacular since he worked, but the P’ster and I met him and took him to lunch just so he would walk away from his desk for an hour. After lunch he went back to work and we headed to Party City for a few balloons, decorations and to search for his Wig Pub Crawl suit. When we got home she went down for a nap and then I began sweating my tail off working against the clock to ensure that I had his request of Grandma’s Oriole chocolate cupcakes baked, the decorations hung and the house was semi-tidy. Right as I frosted the last cupcake my guard dog let me know her daddy was home and I thanked him for waiting until I got done. P woke up from her nap and I immediately showed her the “cake” and she had to get her hand on one right away so we sat and watched her eat the frosting off one and then He got to play the “boon” game with P. They raced up and down the halls with two balloons and then it got really quiet, I went in her room to check on them and all she kept saying was “pink boon, blue boon, da-da” while he had fallen asleep. I am telling you age is catching up to him already! We took his cupcakes over to the Schacks and then went to dinner at URGE Gastropub where we had fun as usual. We sang happy birthday, he got to eat a few cupcakes, he fixed a TV and then came home to fix the bouquet of balloons that P so nicely walked straight into our ceiling fan. Overall, not so eventful but it was a lot more fun having P recognize a birthday and celebrating with us. 

eyeing the counter of cupcakes. 

are you ready for some foo-ball?!

because Miss P is definitely ready and starts screaming, “go! ball! go!” as soon as she sees football start on Sunday morning. A girl after her mama and dada’s heart I tell you, not that she has a choice or anything. Hope your all having a great Sunday afternoon.

“cheese!” 

“ahhhhh!!!” 

“ohhhh! nooooo!” when the Pat’s score right away. 

a little liquid refreshment to quench her thirst after yelling at the TV. 
Her clippie is from Hailey’s hair clips, I also had a NY Jets one made I just haven’t gotten her a Jets jersey, (grandpa, if your reading this, please send one when you get home from Vegas…thanks!)

teething nightmare

When Peanut was getting her mouthful of teeth I never remembered it to be this bad. Maybe because she was so little and she would just sleep through her whines but now with her boost in vocals, attitude, etc. I just feel so badly and helpless for her. We have made the transition into her big girl bed, she is napping and  starts off nighttime in there and then by 3 am she is screaming bloody murder because her mouth is hurting her so badly. Last night when she came into our room she was shaking in pain and only wanted me. I tried consoling her and finally she would fall asleep but as soon as I would try and move because my hip was throbbing she would wake back up and freak out all over again. On another side to all of this we have been pacifier free for six days so my poor baby is going through hell. I actually threw the pacifier away yesterday so there is no turning back, not that she wants it because she hasn’t shown any signs of wanting it, I just know it comforts her and my sanity when she is whiny. Today when I met an old employee for lunch I noticed she had a rash all over her face, then I looked at her back and tummy and she had spots everywhere. I have made an appointment for tomorrow but, really??! Can’t this kid catch a break? I mean to wake-up to a bloody-drooled on pillow has to be bad. Oh! The joys of being a parent. On a happy note, at least this is all happening before the baby arrives, right?

Update: When she woke-up from naptime, she came out looking for me with blood dripping from her mouth, I wiped it quickly and then more was flowing from her mouth. arg! Why are two-year molars the worse?!