let the nesting phase commence

A couple of nights ago, David and I took our first trip to the grocery store since our return from vacation. Before going, we had absolutely nothing left in our house to eat. I think that we were down to a can of creamed corn, half a jar of peanut butter, and stale tortilla chips. Mmmm...

Let me just say that I really hate going to the grocery store. It's the longest, most tedious process ever. Going with a toddler makes the process even MORE fun. Ugh. It's enough to bring this hormonally-challenged mommy the edge of sanity.

Actually, Avery does a great job for the first 30 minutes of our trip, but shortly after that, the melt-down begins. That's typically when I toss her random items like balloons from the Floral Department to keep things sane. You gotta do what 'ya gotta do!

Avery will sit in the grocery cart for approximately 2.5 minutes before she insists LOUDLY to walk. Since I usually go to the grocery store with David, I allow her to walk next to us. When Avery and I are on our own, however, that's something that just can't happen.

Avery likes to help me shop while she walks the aisle and brings me things from shelves at her eye-level. Things like cake sprinkles ("caddy"), boxes of sugary cereals, and breakable jars of salsa. You know, the practical stuff. I consider it a real feat to finally arrive in the parking lot without breaking a jar of pickles or two. I feel a little like I'm living out that grocery store scene in Mr. Mom.

Gosh. I love that movie.

Anyway -Because we had no food, this week's trip to the grocery store lasted WAY too long. When we finally got home, all three of us were totally spent. Despite my exhaustion, I found myself with the sudden random urge to completely gut my refrigerator and pantry. I even brought out the sponge (*gasp!*) to clean out the crud in the bottom of the fridge!

I know. I'm Wonder Woman, right?

I remember this beautifully insane urge to organize from my pregnancy with Avery. It seemed to hit about the same time in my last pregnancy as it has with this one. I am like a crazy woman now. Knowing that this blissful phase will not last long, I decided to take a couple of pictures of my organizing handi-work. One day (approximately 2 weeks after baby Charlie is born) I will look at them longingly and wish for a fridge like that again.

it runs in the family

I just had to share this cute, cute, CUTE video of Avery dancing along while her daddy plays guitar. It's just...cute. Every time I see it, I laugh at her silliness. She has become such a little goof-ball lately.

On the night that the video took place, David and I had just come home from dinner with friends. My sister, Katharine babysat Avery that night. You'll see/hear a little of her in the video.

Katharine is my youngest sister. I'm 14 years (!) older than her and will forever think of her as my sweet little baby sister. Because of our age difference, my relationship with her always been special to me: a perfect blend of sister, friend, and (very young and very cool *wink*) mom.

Oh, how I love that girl! She makes me laugh, makes me smile, and makes me act like a total idiot. I just love that she's a random goof-ball. Maybe that's where Avery gets her silly side.

Within moments of being with Katharine, I find myself carried away in silliness and acting like I'm 17 again. Reality usually brings my temporary insanity (and all the fun!) to a screeching halt about 10 minutes after I leave Kat. It's typically when I strap my baby in her car-seat and head off toward home while listening to "We Are the Dinosaurs" playing in the background.

She (Reality, that is) says something like, "Jen. Wake up, hon. You are really old. You're like half a step away from wearing mom jeans and buying a mini-van. You buy shoes because they are comfortable. You sing Barney songs and have in-depth conversations with friends about whether or not to potty train. You have bills to pay and laundry to fold. You talk with your little girl about things like 'going potty, diapees, and appa duice'. You haven't bought a new purse in over two years and your nicest shoes come from Target."

Reality is so mean. She's quite possibly the worst Frenemy ever.

Anyway...all that to say that if Avery ends up anything like her lovely, silly, precious Aunt Ka-Ka, I'd be just thrilled to pieces.

all tricked out

This Momma loves to brag about her little girl. So - please bear with me here during the shameless bragging I do at the beginning of this post... It will be over soon.

Avery's vocabulary has just exploded over the last month! We giggle at her cuteness just about all day long. It's been such a joy to watch the world unfold before her sweet little eyes for the first time. It makes me so happy.

In an effort to preserve some of that cuteness for posterity's sake, we frequently ask Avery to perform for the camera. It's definitely a hit-or-miss thing. David and I hold our breath during the entire "filming" process in anticipation of her response. Should Avery actually decide to perform the task we've requested, we typically have something a little short of an aneurysm from the shock and excitement of her compliance.

I've heard it said before that kids love to make you look like a total Nut-Case. They'll do something cute or funny all day long without an audience, but the second that you ask them to do it for someone else, they pretend that they have no idea what you're talking about.

My brothers are constantly making fun of me for telling them how Avery can do things that she never shows them. The conversation goes something like this:

Me: "Avery, show Jo-Jo how you can count."

Avery: silence. followed by hiding behind mommy

Me: Ok. Let's do it...one...two...three...

Avery: silence. followed by more silence and nose-picking.

Joseph: Good job, Jennifer. You can count. Nice.

Sigh. Such is the case with the following video. She's still cute, though. Little Stinker.

the b-i-b-l-e

David and I bought Avery's very first Read-with-me Bible yesterday. Avery just LOVES books and is able to sit a little longer to listen to a story as she gets older. We decided that now would be the perfect time to start reading a Bible story to her before bedtime every night.

With so many kid's Bibles to choose from, I think that David did a great job choosing this one. The pictures are really colorful and current and the language is just right for her age and up. There's also a question or thought-prompting comment at the end of every story to help parents talk to their little ones.

We are looking forward to our new bedtime tradition!

multi-tasking already!

Someone's been watching her Mommy. Avery just picked up my cell phone, put it to her shoulder and then started to color - busily chattering away the entire time. It was so funny.

dora and boots

Upon looking at this picture you might say one of two things:
1. Jennifer has completely given up
2. Jennifer must be feeling really, really sick.

The truth is that our lovely new friend Dora was a gift - a mean, mean gift. Given to Avery by my mean, mean brother who WILL pay. Dora had been happily living in my parent's garage for months with no complaint. She liked it there. I'm sure of it. Then Joseph had to go and ruin everything. Now she's living at our house. Sad.

Avery loves her. Sad, sad.

It looks like she'll be here for awhile. Sad, sad, sad.

Upon looking at this picture, you might say:
1. Jennifer must have been at Target past Avery's bedtime and been forced to buy Avery some boots to pacify her.
2. Jennifer must be really, really, sick.

Ok. You're right about this one.

Just kiddin'. Aren't they cute?!?!

house progress

Here is a picture of the progress on our house. We are so excited. The brick is scheduled to be put on the house soon!

i didn't know we lived near a forest. hmm..

This is a picture from our walk tonight.

Notice the gargantuan weeds growing in my neighbor's yard.

They've been growing for quite awhile now and are now officially taller than Avery.

We've been watching our neighbor's lovely foliage grow all summer. As the days go on, we walk by it in sheer amazement. How tall can it possibly grow?

It looks like we may just get to see, since our college-aged neighbors seem to be more concerned with partying than picking up. We have been tempted to pull them on more than one occasion (just because we're that nice - not because we are annoyed as heck!), but David said he was worried about doing that because it may be a science experiment for a Botany class or something.

I'm kind of hoping that it is.

navarre beach, florida

Last week, we took a family vacation to Florida. We went with our friends the Malahy's and stayed at a friend's condo on the beach. It was a great week of relaxing and just being together. This was our second year to stay in Navarre Beach. It's location is perfect: just a few minutes from Destin, yet far enough to feel a little more "remote" than Destin. Last year, Avery was just an infant, so we weren't sure how she would do this year. We worried a little about the heat and her reaction to the beach and ocean waves.

The first day we were there we took the kids to the beach, anxious to find out how our week would go...
Avery immediately decided that she didn't like the ocean OR the sand. David and I had prepared ourselves for that reaction before going down there, but we still held out hope that it wouldn't be so bad.

Honestly, I was kind of relieved that she didn't want to get in the ocean. If you know me well, you are aware of my insanely weird fear of fish. I seriously hate them. It's beyond hate, really... It makes my skin feel creepy just to think about them. The thought of swimming in the water next to them really weirds me out.

In my mind, the only thing worse than fish, are fish that bite or sting. While we were there, the jellyfish quotient was out-of-control. They were EVERYWHERE: little ones, baby ones, big ones. YUCK. The DJ on a local radio station mentioned that he had never seen so many of them before. People were getting stung like crazy. I even saw a lady scooping them up with a fishing net and burying them on the beach. Ugh. Needless to say, I had no plans to get in the water - regardless of how Avery felt about the ocean!

Since the kids weren't so keen on the whole beach thing, we ended up spending a lot of time in the pool - something that we could have done in Memphis. I am happy to report that Avery made a little progress with her fear of the sand during the course of the week. At the beginning of the week she wouldn't even put her feet down when we tried to put her in the sand, but toward the end of the week, she progressed to walking in it while holding our hands. Maybe next year she'll be more adventurous!

As you'll notice in the pictures, Avery had a blast hanging out with her friends Carter and Miller. One of the advantages to having a photographer as a friend is that Josh took tons of precious pictures of Avery while we were there, I'll be sure to post some whenever I can get my hands on them! For now, you'll have to suffer through mine!

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home renovation: part I

In preparation for Charlie's arrival, we have begun a little addition/renovation project at our house.

1. Our former "carport" is being transformed into a playroom for the kiddos

2. Charlie's little room (which used to be a "pass through" room - with two doors in it) is being renovated so that their is just one door going into the bedroom.

3. We had the brick planter removed from the front of the house in order to create a more formal entry.

Here are some pictures of the house before and of the work in progress:

Before


During

a sneak peek at preciousness to come

Wednesday of last week, I had the opportunity to get a glimpse of my precious little man, Charlie, in a 4D ultrasound.

My heart did flip-flops when I saw my sweet, God given gift on the screen. What a privilege to carry a tiny life inside of me. A living, growing, little person with fingerprints and eyebrows and ten teency toes. A person whom God specifically created for His glory. The responsibility, the weight of it all - It's nothing short of mind-blowing.

Typically, those ultrasounds are done between 28-32 weeks gestation, but a friend of mine from book club knows a girl who was a Sonographer at night for a hospital here in town who offered to scan me for FREE. Since it was her last couple of days on the job, I had to do it a few weeks earlier than is ideal for the pictures, but FREE is always ideal for the budget!

We weren't expecting to get super-great pictures of our little guy since it was so early, but thankfully, we did! The Sonographer said that he was definitely a boy (whew! I've already indulged in a few purchases for him!) and that he was a little more plump than she expected him to be for his gestational period. I have to admit that hearing that he was already chubby-ish made me feel kind of relieved...like I'm doing something right!

Look at the pictures and tell me if you see what I saw: David, David, David.

He has his daddy's mouth and chin, and Avery's sweet little nose. So precious!

mommy's plan

So I have this fear that when our baby Charlie arrives this November, Avery will completely freak out. I picture full-out temper tantrums followed by crazed screaming fits and hours upon hours of toddler hiney glued to the Time Out Chair. If I let my mind go unchecked, I envision horrible scenes of 2-year-old mayhem and destruction: hard objects hurled at the baby, Cheetos purposely ground into the sofa, "Mommy Stinks" written in toddler scribble on the walls, toys thrown into the toilet, permanent marker on clothing (gasp!)... and on and on. Each horrifying scene ends with mommy being dragged away in a straight jacket.

I'm told by my experienced mommy friends that those moments (hopefully, not all of them!) are inevitable and that little "emotional outbursts" are a normal part of a toddler's adjustment to having a new sibling in his/her home.

The Realist in me accepts that information as true and is attempting to emotionally brace myself for those moments. But the Dreamer in me secretly hopes to be the one mommy that it doesn't happen to. You know, the one that everyone hates? I think I could handle being hated if it meant that I got to keep my sanity.

Since keeping my sanity is relatively important to me, I've developed what I hope to be a brilliant, successful, fool-proof plan for easing my almost-two-year old into big sisterhood (go ahead, laugh if you want...).

My "plan" includes talking about baby Charlie, showing Avery clothes/items I've bought for baby Charlie, showing her pictures of her friends with their baby siblings, introducing her to the concept of nurturing a baby, and lots of praying, praying, praying. Currently, the biggest hurdle we have to overcome is getting her to say anything other than "no" when we ask her if she wants to have a baby at our house.

I've also decided to keep her room exactly the same and not introduce a big girl bed until life stabilizes again for her. Unfortunately, that means that I have to find another crib pretty soon. I plan to hold off on introducing potty training to her until she is closer to three as well. Unfortunately, THAT means lots of diapers to buy in the next year. HOORAY!!!

I realize that my efforts may end up being in vain, but because I'm heard-headed and a control freak, I've decided to stick with the plan anyway. At least for now...

We've played "baby and mommy" together a lot lately, so I decided to buy a crib at a local consignment sale this week. She has really enjoyed playing with it, but I'm really not sure that her sweet little toddler mind grasps the whole "nurturing" concept. At least I got some really cute pictures.

ugh. i'm "that mom".

The slightly stuck-up, idealistic, pre-mommy educator that I used to be always insisted that I wouldn't let my child watch T.V. until she was at least three (something I once read about brain development in the young child and ADHD or something).

The haggard, exhausted, pregnant mom that I have become is actually grateful to have a few minutes of silence (well, I guess Barney singing in the background doesn't officially count as "silence", but I'll take what I can get!) so she can get 10 minutes to put the laundry in the dryer or to unload the dishwasher.

Research be darned! At least I got my whites clean.

So - Have I become "That Mom"? The answer is definitely"yes".

Further examples of my "That Mom" status:
1. Opening an un-purchased bag of Goldfish crackers in the grocery store and allowing my child to "dig in" so that my child will stop screaming.

2. Running to the milk section, opening a container of milk and pouring it directly in the bottle...so my child will stop screaming.

3. Sprinting to the baby section, opening a pacifier and sticking it in my infant's mouth immediately...so my child will stop screaming.

3. Taking my child to Target in PJ's. More than once. Sometimes in PJ's that aren't even clean.

4. Contemplating (seriously - and more than once) buying a mini-van.

5. Allowing my child to eat fast food more than twice a week. Ok... maybe even more than that--as long as I'm being really honest here.

6. Allowing my child to watch Barney.

7. Watching Barney WITH my child.

8. Knowing all the words to every song on Yo! Gabba Gabba!

9. Humming a Yo! Gabba Gabba! song while doing the laundry.

10. Letting my child drink way too much of my Diet Coke...so she will stop screaming.

11. Buying my child a pair of Crocs...and actually thinking that they are cute.

12. Being guilty of thinking, "Wow. My car's not even that dirty right now" because there is only half a box of crushed up cheerios and 3 sippy cups on the floor.

let's go to the mall!

*title courtesy of Robin Sparkles*

I don't know if you've heard or not, but Malco just finished a summer kid's film fest promo where you can take your kids to see a second-run movie with proceeds going to St. Jude.

Some of my friends and I made plans yesterday to meet up at the mall to take our kiddos to see Charlotte's Web.

Charlotte's Web is one of Avery's obsessions these days. We have seen it a million and one times on DVD at our house. It is affectionately referred to as, "Pig" or "Cow" by Avery. She just points to the T.V. and says, "Pig" over and over until I pay attention and turn it on. Occasionally, she comes to me - remote in hand - and says, "Mote. Pig".

OK. Back to my story:
So taking your kiddo on a sweltering hot Memphis day to a cool indoor movie sounds like a really great idea, huh? My friends and I thought so.

Evidently, every Day Care in Memphis thought so too. By the time I arrived (late as usual) to meet my friends at the movie, the entire theatre was full of little guys in matching t-shirts.

Instead of watching the movie, we settled for a nauseating ride on the carousel, lunch at Chic-fil-a, and play time in the indoor playground. The morning ended up being really fun. The kids enjoyed eating nuggets and playing bumper cars with the rolling high-chairs (much to the chagrin of a few sour-puss observers) and the mommies enjoyed catching up.



Sharing movie popcorn. Miller insisted on getting it despite the fact that we didn't go to the movie.

Emma and Avery in the "Plane".

Carter is giving Avery love. Avery is trying to get away...

book worm

This picture says it all..

"Mommy. Do you mind? I'm reading, here."

The thing is, I have an eerie feeling that this is not the last time I will see this look...
It's kind of a scary foreshadowing of the future, don't you think?

"Mo-om! You are SOOO annoying!"
"Mom! You never let me do anything!"
"Mom...you are such a dork! (eye-rolling, eye-rolling, sigh)"

I remember saying/thinking those exact thoughts about my mom. If I believed in Karma, I would be even more afraid of what the future has in store for me. Thankfully, I don't!

Maybe I'll just hold onto the hope that my little sweet angel will always be just that...

RIIIIIIGHT...

silly rabbit...

HERE'S HOW THE STORY GOES:
Jennifer gets lovely teacher gift for Easter.

Jennifer offers very fancy teacher gift to Carter - thinking. "Hmmm...Genius...the perfect way to get rid of this thing. Plus, she's 3, she'll love it."

Carter cherishes Jennifer's "heart-felt" gift. Because she's 3 and completely precious and unsuspecting... Poor thing! Ms. Jennifer feels a LITTLE bad, but not really.

Maribeth (Carter's mommy) says, "Gee... thanks, Ms.Jennifer. It's beautiful. Don't think that this is the last time you will see this, though."

Fast-forward 1 or 2 Months:
Bunny "mysteriously" shows up in Jennifer's front flower bed.

1 week later:
Bunny "mysteriously" returns to Maribeth's front yard.

1 more week later:
Bunny hops on over to Jennifer's house. In the same spot that he went to the last time. Not very creative, Mr. Bunny.

1 week after that:
Bunny makes a trip over to Maribeth's back yard to hang out in a super-cool hiding place. It takes Maribeth a while to find Mr. Bunny this time...ha!

2 weeks after that:
Bunny lands in the EXACT same spot that he ALWAYS comes to in Jennifer's yard. Bunny is totally lame.
However -- Bunny is now decked out for the 4th of July. Nice touch.

A couple of days later:
Bunny hides in the bushes at Maribeth's house in the middle of the night... Bunny is worried that he might get caught, but he is super quiet and runs --- er, I mean, hops--- quickly.

Jennifer and David drive home from vacation a week later, and discover Bunny's latest hiding place:
Jennifer's front yard - this time, the window box.


Bunny will not be staying here at our house for long...Mark my words.

swimmin'

It's been CRAZY hot lately. Avery and I have really enjoyed spending an hour or two in the afternoons at the pool near our house. The kiddie pool is the perfect place for Avery to get a little bit of freedom while I cool off in 12 inches of water. Fun times.


Avery's little imagination has just started to awaken and it is super fun to watch her play. She pretends to "cook" all the time. In this picture she is pretending to make "cheese" (macaroni and cheese) for mommy. She kept stirring the water in the pail then
looking at it and saying, "hot". I would have to blow on it and she would give me a "bite". So cute.



Snack time.

the apple doesn't fall far from the tree..

It seems that Avery has adopted some of her mommy's crazy preggo cravings/food obsessions over the past month or two. She loves to eat pickles, Mexican food, ice-cream (eye-keem), french onion dip, and Sonic Cherry Limeades...just like me. Her favorite food obsession, however, is cheese dip.

Because I am totally digging on the Mexican food lately, we eat Mexican at LEAST twice a week (I'm seriously not exaggerating). I'm in hard-core LOVE with Taqueria La Guadalupana on Summer Ave. It's the kind of place where you just point to an item on the menu when you are ready to order because the servers "Don't even speak American". I'm totally obsessed with that place. It's just wrong, really.

Avery ONLY eats cheese dip when she goes to Mexican restaraunts and usually wolfs down the entire bowl of cheese dip by herself. It's a sight to behold. We have learned the hard way that it is necessary to come armed with the poncho-sized bib and a million-and-one baby wipes in order to go to a Mexican restaraunt with her.




maybe we should put away the hot sauce...hmm...that might be smart.


Daddy hasn't even pushed her seat all the way in yet!

The Avery way to eat cheese dip: Chips are optional. Fingers work just as well as utensils.


mmmmm.....makes me want some cheese dip. yumm-o.

cuteisms- courtesy of my little puddin' pop

AVERY (emphatically):
mommy.
eye yah youuu.
a-men!

TRANSLATION:
mommy. I love you. A-men!

I'm not quite sure if that was one sentence or three, but I just melted. My favorite Avery-ism to date!

some pictures from our cruise...

I made a little slideshow from our cruise to Mexico. Enjoy!

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what was lost is now found!

After looking (in toddler-inspired hiding places) for my long-lost phone for over a week, I am happy to report that my phone is BACK! While David and I were on our Mexican cruise, we got a text message from my brother Joseph, who was house-sitting for us. This is what it said:

found your phone...
in a bag of chips!

Yes. That's right. A bag of chips. The ONLY place that I failed to look in the entire house, mind you. David and I had a good laugh about that one and then breathed a sigh of relief. Had it been necessary for me to buy another cell phone, it would have been my 4th one since JANUARY. Most of my cell phone fatalities were due to being water-logged in some form ( 2 of them were dropped in the dog bowl. A lesson that I learned the hard way!).

Toddlers are the best!

dude, where's my phone?!?

OH Dear Goodness.
If I don't find my cell phone soon, I may have an aneurysm. No really.
Keeping in mind that I have a precious toddler who LOVES to talk on mommy's phone, here is a list of the random places that I have looked:
1. sofa: all I found was crushed up goldfish and an unidentified moldy brown thing.
2. under EVERY piece of furniture in my house: I really need to dust sometime!
3. the dog's crate: even HE was confused about that one.
4. the refrigerator: yes. that's what I said
5. all of the trash cans in the house: even the dumpster. sad.
6. the backyard.
7. avery's playroom
8. avery's closet
9. our car: I found dried up french fries, water toys, and the equivalent of half a box of cheerios on the floor, but no cell.
10. every closet: including inside David's shoes.

Now, I am at a total loss. We have a teeny tiny house... not some cavernous mansion. This shouldn't be hard, right?!?

I may go insane.

it's a...

BOY!

Hooray! We are sooo excited. Charles Joseph Tillman will be born November 26, 2008. Little Charlie has a very special name. His first name is after David's dad. Most of you know that David's dad passed away from cancer when David was 19. He was an awesome, godly man who left an amazing legacy for his family. Charlie's middle name is a family name from my side. My grandfather, dad, and brother are all named Joseph. Plus -- I just love the story of Joseph from the Bible.

Here are some pictures from our doctor's visit today. Of course, we had to wait forever. Avery hung in there pretty well. We packed lots of toys, snacks, and books to keep her occupied. Honestly, I think that she would have much rather played with the biohazard trash can or the stirrups! Don't you just love that Avery's just hanging out by the contraceptive poster in the picture? Nice, right?



When we finally got to go to the ultrasound room, Avery insisted (loudly) on sitting in my lap. She then decided that she needed to help the Sonographer by holding the ultrasound-thingy with her. Isn't she cute? When baby Charlie appeared on the screen, she said, "baby!" really loudly. It was so sweet.



I kept telling my friends that I thought that the baby was a girl because I didn't want to get my hopes up. When I saw that little tell-tale sign that the baby is a boy, I just started crying and crying... It was so amazing. His little body is just perfect. He has 10 fingers, 10 toes, a healthy heart, spine, brain and kidneys. He was attempting to suck his little hand, but kept hiccuping and so his fist never quite made it to his mouth.

How amazing is it that a little person is growing inside of me? I am overwhelmed and thrilled by the miracle of life. I know that all you mothers out there will agree that seeing your little one growing inside of you is like nothing else in the world.

book club, boundaries, and pickle juice

My book club met last night to discuss our June Book Love the One You're With, by Emily Giffin. I have to say, this book was a little controversial. If it came with a rating like the movies do, I would definitely say it would be rated PG-13 for subject matter. The book opened up some great conversation within our group about the importance of communication in marriage and creating boundaries within relationships. Emily Giffin really is a great writer. I would never have chosen to read this book on my own, but I really like the fact that it prompted me to really evaluate my relationships and standards. It made my "baby brain" have to work a little bit. That's a good thing!

We ate at Sauces , a restaurant downtown. Super-cool atmosphere, but the food was just kind of mediocre. Kind of disappointing. Maybe if I had had their specialty Mojito, I might have felt differently! Sadly, however, babies and Mojitos just don't mix. Since I had tough time deciding what to order, I decided to go with one of their recommended entrees: crab cakes with remoulade sauce. Sounds yummy, right? That's what I thought too. Hmm... not-so-much. The last time a had crab cakes, I got them at Paulette's, so maybe it's not such a fair comparison! I think that the other girls enjoyed their food more than I did, but then again, THEY were able to sample the Mojitos! You would think that being preggo, I wouldn't be so choosy about my food, but I gotta tell you, I wasn't digging it.

Instead, I ate some of my food and went home to indulge in my new favorite obsession:

Yes, that IS a jar of pickles you see. I know, I know... soooo cliche, right? At least I don't follow it up with ice cream!
My new love isn't just any old jar of pickles, it's the creme de la creme of pickles: Claussen Kosher Dills. I have quite the discriminating palate when it comes to pickles!

So -you might be saying to yourself: "Hmm.. that the jar is completely devoid of pickles, and the pickle juice is more than half-way gone."
That's true... and there's a good reason for that. I have discovered that it's not enough for me to simply eat the pickles. It seems that drinking pickle juice has now become my new passion in life. I have to admit that I'm a little ashamed of my new addiction. How did I let things go this far? Where are those boundaries when you need them? I blame it on the hormones. Seriously, though, it's the yummiest thing that I've ever tasted these days.

oh, pickles... i love you so...

how do you REALLY feel?

Every day I ask my sweet little munchkin, "Do you want to have a baby at our house?". Every day, she emphatically answers, "NO". That's when I usually say under my breath, "Oh, well... too late.. we are having one anyway".

It's become somewhat of a joke around our house to ask her the question now. Since we always laugh at her response, she continues to say, "no" even if we insert other things/people in place of "baby". David likes to ask her, "Do you want a Baby Gunner at our house?" or "Do you want a Baby Mommy at our house?" and "Do you want a Baby Kitty at our house?". Each time her answer is... you guessed it...."NO!"

While David was goofing around on Avery's little play guitar the other day, he made up this silly song for her. We managed to get it on video. I think that I was laughing while filming it, so, sorry for the less than Speilberg-esque footage. I hope it makes you smile anyway!

just like her daddy!!!

Avery is in LOVE with ketchup. She can't get enough of that High Fructose Corn Syrup. This is some video of Avery creatively eating her favorite condiment.

having fun "owdide"

Avery loves to be "owdide". Since It's been so hot, I try to limit our outside time to the early morning or early evening hours. She loves throwing sticks to Gunner in the backyard ("two, two, GO!") and attempting to slide down her steeper-than-it-should-be-for-mommy-to-feel-comfortable slide. But her new obsession is anything she calls "A-ee" a.k.a "Avery". "A-ee" is coloring, drawing with chalk, painting, using her magic writing board, or writing with bathtub crayons. We discovered that the reason she calls drawing "Avery" is because mommy and daddy always write her name when we color with her. Pretty clever, huh? Anyway - she loves to go to our carport and color with chalk. She lies on her tummy and colors (thus causing more laundry for mommy right away) and then goes to lie on her back so that we will "tace" her outline. It is the funniest thing! She will make us do it like a million times in a row and never seems to tire of it! She cracks me up!

Translation Recap:
owdide - outside
lide - slide
tick - stick
A-ee - coloring
two, two, GO! - counting
tace - trace

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girl or boy?

So --- I've taken a few online quizzes that are supposed to "predict" the sex of your baby according to Old Wives Tales. The results have been pretty much useless. The last one I took online said that I have a 59% chance of having a boy and 40% chance of having a girl. I think that my doctor would say that those stats are probably right. I have about the same chance of having a boy as having a girl! Nice.

I guess we will have to wait for the official results after our ultrasound next week.

Anyway - According to the online quiz, here are the "reasons" for my results:

And Here's Why...
You are carrying the extra weight out front, so it's a boy.
The hair on your legs is not growing any faster during your preganacy, so it's a girl.
Boys are carried low. You are going to have a boy.
Sleeping in a bed with your pillow to the south indicates that you will be having a girl.
Your feet are not colder than they were before pregnancy. You are having a girl.
You refuse to eat the heel of a loaf of bread. You are having a girl.
Dad-to-be hasn't been gaining weight along with Mom-to-be, so it will be a girl.
The maternal grandmother has gray hair, so a boy will be born.
You had morning sickness early in pregnancy, so you are expecting a girl.
You are looking particularly good during pregnancy. Therefore, it must be a boy, because girls steal their mother's looks.
Your chest development has not been very dramatic during pregnancy. You should expect a boy.
Since the sum of the mother's age at conception and the number of the month of conception is even, it will be a boy.
A needle on a thread held over you belly moves from side-to-side, so it will be a girl.
Your urine is a bright neon yellow color, so you will have a boy.
You have a craving for salty or sour foods, which means that it is a boy.
Your nose hasn't changed during pregnancy, which indicates a girl.
You have been craving meats or cheeses, so it is a boy.
Your baby's heart rate is 140 or more beats per minute, so it's a girl.
You have no desire for orange juice, so it's a boy.
Your belly looks like a basketball, so it's a boy.
You show the back of your hand, so it's a boy.
You use the handle, so it's a boy.

Craft Night

I've discovered that I'm not so great at sitting at home and just hanging out around the house. Avery and I love to be out-and-about. We get a little stir-crazy when we spend too much time at home. During the school year and most of the summer, I teach preschool a few days a week which really helps break the monotony. For the last couple of weeks, however, we have had a little break between summer preschool sessions which has caused me to be a little more creative in my use of time!

So - this week I hosted Craft Night at our house. A few of my friends and I like to get together around once a month to do fun little projects that we always want to try, but never seem to have the time to do unless we schedule specific time. This month we decoupaged wooden crosses. Generally, the first hour is spent talking and eating and the last 30 minutes is actually spent on the craft, but we have a lot of fun hanging out. Here is a picture of a couple of our finished crosses: