|Hey! We've had more rain! Surprise! Beautiful bright yellow mushroom.|
So much beautiful rain; so many toddler tears of frustration mixed sporadically with hilarious moments.
|Mary Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow? With swiss chard and spinach and carrots galore, and snap peas at every meal. :) And also 10 million roly-polies.|
|I went to sell a bag of V's old baby clothes and as I was filling out paperwork she grabbed these Hello Kitty glasses and started strutting around proudly saying, "My wear glasses!"|
No photos from the weekend because we've in Mexico since Saturday. We'll be home later this week. Wish us luck that no toddler steps on a wasp, or gets bitten by a rattle snake, or stung by a scorpion, or touches a cactus, or gets whisked away in the 7 foot surf...
A brief story from this week. Thursday morning I had a pregnancy check up. It was a stressful minute or so lying on the table when they couldn't find a heartbeat. "Again, how can this be happening again? I am too far along to miscarry, aren't I?" Well, I'm not. But that's not the story. The story is that the baby was very much alive and shooting from side to side inside my uterus avoiding the sono wand. As soon as she would pin it for a second and try to adjust to get the heartbeat, I could feel it squirm away as fast as it could. We'd pin it again, and swish, wiggle away again. It was cute and funny, but I will not lie and pretend I had no sense of foreboding. Vera, my sweet, patient, (relatively) calm and obedient toddler would lie comatose in my womb just relaxing and posing perfectly for heartbeat checks. At only 4 months I can feel this acrobat frequently practicing. What is this child going to be like? Are we in for the "Matthew karma" I've been warned about since we got married? Also, still throwing up. Still. 18 weeks in. What kind of baby is this!? :)