TWENTY

Hey! We've had more rain! Surprise! Beautiful bright yellow mushroom.

 2015 week twenty

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!" 

I know you're going to say I don't look tooooo pregnant, but this belly is nearly double where it was when I was 4 months with V. I didn't "have" to wear maternity clothes with V until 7 months; I've been wearing maternity pants or realistically just skirts for the last 2 months. 

V got a new swim suit "swim soup" for our trip to Mexico and as soon as we got home she very sweetly asked if she could wear it. She wore it (with an irreparable wedgie) for the rest of the day and nearly lost her mind when she had to wear actual pjs to bed. 

So excited about Grandpa's speaker that we borrowed. She kept trying to put money in it... Also, I broke down and bought her Hand, Hand, Fingers, Thumb after almost a month of driving past the library and her sadly crooning in the back seat "My ditty dum! My ditty dum at the library!" This little thing loves books so much. She loves pointing to the characters in books and telling me they are happy or so sad or "angreen" :) I'm not really worried about her ability to read other people's emotions. Also, in this photo she is wearing a pj shirt over her swim suit. She had been previously wearing a cape and sun hat in addition (and screaming in frustration because she couldn't figure out how to put on my sandals...) 

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!? :)