I built it, now come....

Alright all you google reader-ers. Come to the blog and take my poll! I have my ultrasound tomorrow and if you guess the right gender then I will name the baby after you! Maybe...

Firsts

The day before Gwen's birthday we wound up in the Emergency Room. I took her to Burlington Coat Factory to pick up a present. I was bent over on the ground looking at some toys and all of the sudden Gwen came crashing down on the floor, the tile floor, from her perch in the shopping cart. TRAU-MA. I didn't know what to do, she hit the floor really hard. She was crying, but was her brain bleeding? I didn't know. OF COURSE it was Friday at about 6:30PM so there was no chance of just rushing her to her regular doctor (beware of Fridays after business hours, it's when all bad things happen). So I took her to the emergency room. Being the female that I am I called my mother for moral support and guidance, "ohh..." she said in a hushed tone when she heard what had happened, "I know babies have died from falling out of shopping carts before..." Thank you mother. Tears. Sob. Wail. (Those were all from me, by this point Gwen was down to just some tears still trickling down). An hour in the emergency room waiting and finally when the doctor came to see my happy smiling baby (it all seemed less traumatic by this point).... he asked, "So...why did you bring her in again?" "Um, she fell out of a SHOPPING CART, which is like the adult equivalent of falling off of a mountain!" I cried. He asked if she had passed out? No. A million other quetions? No. no. no. So like three hours after the ordeal was over I left the emergency room with a sheet of paper telling me when it is appropriate to bring a child who has fallen to the ER (ie one pupil the size of a pin prick the other the size of a bowling ball, etc.). Oh and they also told me that there was a chance she would have a seizure anytime within the next year. Awesome.

Point being. I never got to make the cute princess cake that I had been dreaming up for about a year. I wound up making a yellow cake mix with white frosting and using sprees to make little flower-like designs.



Her second birthday went much better


Sush. I know she's a girl but she has a birthday around halloween.

I am pretty sure I slept through her third birthday (having recently had a baby and all).



I feel bad that I flopped on her first birthday though, those only come around once you know. So this time around, since I am now a grocery cart seat belt buckler Nazi I plan on being in a position to make a decent cake for my second born. So I decided to look up "first birthday cakes" online and came across images like these...


And, tell me if I am wrong, but they seem just a snitch out of the scope of my ability. I mean, not much but a little. So.... any suggestions? I was thinking I could just do orange frosting and call it a manly basketball cake. The good news about boys is they like a lot of things that are round : )

And the extra good news is that if I mess up this time, I hardly have to wait much more than a year to celebrate another first birthday!

Math Error

All of you ladies may want to sit down for this. I was thinking today "oh cool, I am almost twenty weeks along, that's five months, sweet!" so then I continued to ponder, "hmm, so that means I have four months left...how many weeks is that? four times four is sixteen. Cool sixteen weeks left." Wait a second! I don't have sixteen weeks left, I have twenty weeks left. Pregnancy is TEN months. Is it just me because I thought it was supposed to only be nine. I feel a little cheated.

Mad skills

For one of the pages of Gwen's project I did pictures of her pets...Boots and Swiper. Since I had some extra pictures and construction paper left over I took it upon myself to label their food canister. Do you like the way I did something different in each letter. Do you see why I don't go to Stampin Up parties, and blog instead of scrapbook. Good grief. Someone teach me bubble letters.

Project

It's 11:22PM and I just finished Gwen's project. The alternate title is: Why my Mommy doesn't scrapbook

Reason #1: She missed the sleepover where people learned how to do bubble letters.

#2 She labled herself as Bentley in our family picture.

#3: Her handwriting looks really bad big (but I must say, it is quite nice when she writes small)

#4: She had to make up my list of favorite foods based on what was on sale at Randalls

New Hair

Being the observant person I am, I've noticed that taking self portraits the old fashioned way is out. The new way is to take your picture in a mirror. Brilliant! Easy as pie. Just point and shoot...

Whoopsie, I better aim up higher.

Well that didn't work, I said higher!

Maybe I should just align it with my eyes and show off some major bicepage while I am at it....

Hmmmm

What kind of blogger would I be...