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The winner of the Tiny Prints giveaway is Sarah! Congratulations and happy holidays to you!

I’ve never been a coffee drinker. Not until I had two kids, that is. I don’t drink it every day, but some days I’m not sure I’ll make it through without a cup. And some cookies, because I earned those.

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Owen inherited seven Days of the Week onesies and I was so sad when he grew out if them. Yay, round two! And yes, I’m one of those crazy people that has to have him in the right shirt on the right day. Who knows what would happen if he wore Wednesday on Friday! (He would spit up on it? Like all his other clothes?)

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Does anyone else feel like fall is disappearing too quickly? It’s gotten cold here and pretty soon I’ll have to retire the Sperrys for year. I might end up barefoot because I pretty much wear them daily.

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Ah, the election. We voted, did you? Ryan cast his vote for boobs and a drool-friendly America. Owen is very concerned about the state of his lunch. Is it time to eat yet?

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Oh hey, little speed demon who can’t quite reach the pedals yet. Slow down on the growing, will ya?

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Speed demon just pooped, so I guess we’re done here. Happy weekend, all!

*uh, monthly? I should keep up on these probably…

Well, not just this week, actually. I haven’t done one of these in a while.

I’ve told you that we do a lot of baking around here, right? Usually Owen plays while I do it, but lately he’s been so eager to help do everything, that I figured he could help bake too. Here he is “bake ‘tookies’ for Dada”, which is all sorts of sweet. This photo also gives you a nice view of the next house project — elimination of pink Formica counter tops and the addition of pulls to the flat drawers/cabinets. We have long-term (VERY long-term) plans for an entire kitchen redo, but with the new appliances we purchased when we bought the house, a new counter top will carry us through until then.

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I’ve reached the I-Can’t-See-My-Feet stage of this pregnancy, which also means I can’t see the underside of my belly. This makes for an almost-daily discovery of stains or crumbs on the bottom of my shirt, but I wasn’t expecting to look in the mirror one morning and find half of a Spiderman sticker beneath the bump. Gee, I wonder who stuck it there…

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Except for some artwork, Owen’s big boy room is complete. We painted last week and moved everything in. The transition from crib to bed hasn’t been awful, but it hasn’t been completely smooth either. We talked up the bed and room for WEEKS so he was super excited when it was all ready for him. That night he went right to sleep in it, but woke twice crying. I think he must have forgotten where he was. Afterwards he slept until 7:30, though, so that was good.

Yesterday was the first nap in there, and it was a TOTAL FAIL. He kept climbing out, opening the door and coming to find me while crying. I would walk him back in, tuck him in and tell him it was nap time in the big boy bed, but it didn’t work. I think I walked him back around six times over the course of an hour before he melted down in the living room. He immediately fell asleep on my shoulder when I picked him up, so I guess we will try again today.

Night two in the bed was easy again, with him waking only once and just needing me to tuck him back in. Of course he was opening the doors and running into our bed at 6 a.m., but at least he slept.

I’m hoping that just like every sleep transition, this will just get better with time, reinforcement and familiarity with the room and routine. I HOPE.

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The last few days have been great temperature-wise, but on the really hot days my hands have started swelling up to the point that my rings are leaving deep grooves in my fingers. Last week it hurt, but I didn’t want to go ringless, so I took the opportunity to wear my grandmother’s wedding band instead. She had bigger fingers than I do, so I never get the opportunity to wear it. It was nice to take it out! The design goes all the way around and is pretty and unique. I believe it’s from the 40s.

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After the fall from doom, I was surprised that Owen had no trouble getting right back on the horse tractor. He was happily driving around on it that very night. He gets on it daily and “goes to Grandma’s house to eat”, or, you know, sits on it to eat right there. What, that’s not where you eat bananas?

The mismatched pajamas are the result of a diaper that leaked, but can I tell you something in hushed tones? He’s started potty training. We are nowhere near it being a regular thing, but he’s started to wake up dry (and then pee in the potty) and has gone both 1 and 2 in it multiple times. I don’t expect him to be fully trained before the baby comes or anything, but it’s a nice thought that he could be done by summer’s end.

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Speaking of the baby…he’s due to arrive a month from Friday. Four weeks. 30 days. I’ve started to get his room ready now that Owen has moved. I started yesterday by washing all the newborn and 0-3 clothes and putting them away. I couldn’t help by hold up onesie after tiny onesie and marvel in the fact that Owen once fit in them, and that in no time another tiny boy will. In a week and a half I will be considered full term so really, any time after that, little one.

I’m feeling much more comfortable this time around than I did with Owen, but “more comfortable” doesn’t equal “comfortable”, and as the Braxton Hicks come seemingly all day long, the somersaults turn into more deliberate and frequent jabs and the punches to my cervix make me grit my teeth, I can’t help but wish he would come sooner rather than later.

Owen asks us daily if baby brother is coming today. I can’t wait to tell him yes!

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This weather has been so weird lately. Yesterday it was in the 60s, a few days ago it was 83 and not a cloud in the sky. My legs and feet were not prepared for hot weather. Are you blinded by the glare off my white legs? Mama needs a pedicure, too. I never ended up getting one while I was pregnant with Owen and regretted it. This time, I’m going to pamper those poor swollen tootsies.

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One of my favorite things about warm weather is eating on the deck. Owen and I had lunch together, then shared a plate of strawberries. I didn’t even mess around with this photo — they actually looked that good!

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Insomnia continues to attack me this pregnancy. Every few nights I find myself tossing and turning and WIDE AWAKE when I’d much rather not be. It doesn’t help that Owen has been waking so early, because of course as soon as I do fall asleep, he wakes up.

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I had my 1-hour glucose test the other day. I know most people complain about the drink, but I really don’t mind it. It was red, and tasted like really cold, thick fruit punch. Easy to drink. The after affects, however, sucked. I felt all buzzy and then had a major sugar crash, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep right in the waiting room. It was empty, so I was tempted…

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I hadn’t bought anything for this baby yet. Friends and family started to, and I love that, but the practical part of me kept thinking that since we were having another boy, I really didn’t need to buy anything, especially clothing. But then I was in Target and…I just couldn’t help myself. Look! Totally impractical newborn-sized jammies! That he’ll grow out of in a minute and a half!

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I like to think I’m pretty flexible. My dance background stuck with me through the years and I do pretty well in my yoga class. But this? This I cannot do.

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I was in desperate need of a haircut. All the style had grown out and it was just LONG and Cousin It-like. More often than not I was throwing it in a ponytail. Blah. Every time I go in, I think I want a change, then chicken out and cut half an inch, maybe an inch off. I just got into the mindset that long hair was my thing. Then I had one of those “I need a haircut RIGHT NOW” moments and decided it was time to bite the bullet. I figured if I hated it, it would grow back eventually.

I took off six inches last night. I don’t think I’ve had my hair this short in…five? six years? Probably even longer than that. But, oh. I really like it!

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I wanted to go get adjusted this morning, but the chiropractor is closed. Boo. (First World Problem!) So instead, I’m packing up the kid and having a Mama-Owen bagel date. Yum!

Happy weekend!

I’ve been trying so hard to find shoes that will fit Owen’s feet. They have a pad of fat in top of them, so it’s been difficult to find a pair that close over the tops of his feet. Sadly, neither of these work.

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It’s fine. He just wants to wear mine anyway.

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If you ever need something to do with your toddler on a rainy day, I highly recommend the pet store. Just be prepared for a meltdown when you’re ready to leave.

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We got all dressed up for Easter last weekend…

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…but a long morning of goodies, family and church made everyone tired. Owen insisted all his friends take a nap — face down, just like him.

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Napping creates some serious bed head.

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I haven’t been napping, or sleeping at night, all that well. Iced tea from Dunkin Donuts helps. It’s just so good.

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Despite the caffeine, morning still seems to come too early some days.

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Happy weekend, friends. May you all get some rest!

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