THIRTY-TWO

Vera went a whole week with dry pants at bedtime! (This is monumental. I didn't have to wash DIAPERS THIS WEEK!!!)  She got a big bed and is in love with it. I love how she has been rising to the occasion of transitioning to big girl things: doing everything for herself on the toilet, keeping dry at night, sitting in a big chair without a booster, putting her own cups in the sink, asking for things nicely, having her crib taken away and transformed back into a baby crib for baby brother, etc. She's taking it all in stride with confidence and I was feeling so proud of her this week.

 2015 week thirty-two

If I survive this heat, I have fewer than 10 weeks until baby brother comes. So I guess this means we should actually start really seriously thinking of names now, right? Or wait a few more weeks?

Having the time of her life at Lego Land while I was at home trying to keep down Gatorade and crackers. PS if you go, no, you are not allowed to sit on the big lego sculptures. Oops. 

V requested I paint her nails. She loves it so much, and shows everyone her pink nails. She is also constantly telling me all about the pink paint on her fingers. Some days when she is not whipping wooden snakes around her head or making her dinosaur fight with everything, she is such a girl. :)

I took her to Jamba because I was melting and needed some good brain freeze. 

While Matthew was helping to move his sister (by driving a 27-foot U-Haul!) to Utah we took a secret trip down to Steel City Pops to buy a dozen as a surprise. We ate a strawberry cream one there (amazing) and last night I had a Passion Fruit one. Passion Fruit was by far the best I've had there, and after every bite I kept exclaiming, Matthew! This is the BEST popsicle I have EVER had! I had a hard time enjoying it I wanted to talk about it so much. It was so perfectly deliciously fruity and cold. And yes, given the option Vera does wear this outfit 4-6 times a week. 

Late night (read 7-8pm) swimming at a little water park. Probably in the running for top 3 of best days of Vera's life. 

In Texas this is really the only way to enjoy a pool in August: past bedtime, in the shade, still 104 degrees. 

Quotes:

"Mama, watch! Watch! Watch! Mama! Mama Watch! Watch Mama! Watch! Watch!" as she runs in a circle in the living room. This will go on as long as I will sit and continue to say, "Yes, I'm watching. I see you. I am watching. Yes. Watching."

"To Babylon (bubble land?)! And please hurry!!" as she climbs into my bed and throws all the pillows on the floor.

Me: "Vera where are you?"
V: "There me are!"

V: "Mama?"
Me: "Yes, darling?"
V: "No! I'm NOT a darling! I'm a longing to be!"

V: "Mama?"
Me: "What's up?"
V: "Yeah! What's up in the sky?!"

Stories:

V has become obsessed with figuring out how/why the car moves as we're driving. Any time we come to a stop no matter how brief she will start yelling at me: NO! Mama MY GO! I had to nip that in the bud, so now it's "Mama, I want to go please!" She loves to talk about the Red Light means we can't go. Green means we can go now. Yellow (which she calls orange) means we have to "Slooooooooooooooow down." She gets so easily frustrated by having to stop at so many red lights that I had to tell her about how we have to obey the traffic lights or we will get hurt or the police car will get us and put us in trouble. She will tell me these things but also start to get really frustrated at every stop. So THEN I had to talk to her about how if cars are in front of us we can't just go. We can't crash into other cars and break the cars and get hurt. She talks non stop about the traffic and police cars and having to stop or go. She has a lot of opinions on the subject.

Pregnancy has not been terrible for me at all. I was pretty sick for the first bit but it really hasn't been bad. This week was not a great one though. I got terrible food poisoning Sunday night and was bedridden all day Monday. V got to escape the torture of me running to the bathroom all day by going to Lego Land with her grandma and cousins. I'm better now though, so don't worry. But then I started to get a weird sharp pain in the back of my leg running from my knee to the arch of my foot. It felt like a really angry pinched nerve. A few days later Matthew gasped, "WHAT happened to your leg?!" There was a huge blue and black bruise and cluster of veins on the back of my knee where the pain was. It was gross and very sensitive. I feel so pestery when I have to call the doctor about things when I already have an upcoming appointment, but this was making me really nervous. They sent me to the hospital to get a sonogram on the veins in my leg. Clearly, they didn't see anything abnormal as they let me leave. They also didn't tell me anything. Well, turns out it's just gross varicose veins. Welcome to pregnancy, nature's way of rewarding you for procreating is by slowly destroying your body. :)  Now I get to wear fancy compression tights and if they are still painful after baby I get to have surgery! Haha. Seriously, though, I'm grateful I don't just have to live with painful gross veins forever as would my role model Ma Ingalls. Bless all you people (especially mothers) who lived without modern medicine.