...I do love hearing baby girl's heartbeat at my doctor's visits, but is it wrong that this week I was most excited that I only gained a pound? She is moving all the time now, so I guess hearing the heartbeat isn't as much of a surprise as it was before she decided she's going to be an Olympic soccer player, especially at around 3 a.m.
...We spent the entire morning outside - literally. Summer is here. And I love her. So does he.
...My birthday was last weekend and I've come to the age where it's totally...underwhelming. As in, remind me how old I am again?
...I might be big, fat, and pregnant, but this morning alone I have killed two fruit flies with my bare hands. Cat-like reflexes, I tell you!
1. I have a hoarding problem with pictures of wall arrangements. Originally from here.
2. I am hosting not one but two baby "sprinkles" this summer (I will try not to go into early labor like I did for Carron's two years ago.) Looking at lots of little arrangements. Originally from here.
3. I think every little boy needs a lunch bag. Maybe not a $34 one though. From here.
4. I'm into maps lately. As you'll see. I'm also into nursery/big boy room decorating. Hence the pink state. From here.
5. Again, with the maps. Love this take on it. From here.
6. Because pretty much the only thing I'm shopping for these days are shoes. From here.
7. Again, multiple sprinkles, looking for favor ideas. Originally from here.
8. Have you had enough of me and my maps? From here.
9. As a mom, I feel like this is my mantra these days. It's OK. From here.
10. Yes, I will be wearing this around my neck come August/September. From here.
11. Who isn't looking forward to 2012 already? From here.
Finally, for those of you unsure about joining, using Pinterest, I have to say, I was praising its existence on Mother's Day morning when I received something pinned to my, "Bling, Bling" board. I married a smart man.
...today is Mother's Day, which Ken and Charlie have made so special for the last three years. But it's a bittersweet day too. Today marks one year since we said farewell to our sweet golden girl.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of her.
Most days, it seems like there isn't an hour that goes by that I don't think of her.
I still think I hear her. Maybe I do.
In the middle of the night, I still look down at our neighbor's light reflecting off our front hall floor and take comfort when I think I see Charmer down there. Maybe I do.
Every day when we sit at the table, I ask Charlie to point to her picture. I want him to know her, even if he'll never know her.
Lately, a lot of people have been saying to us, "You should get another dog."
Truth is, I don't want another dog. Truth is, Charmer broke my heart. I know some day, I'll want another dog. Some days I do want another dog. But that day has to be when my heart feels a little less broken. (And maybe a day when I won't have to worry about a toddler picking up dog poop in the backyard).
...wish we could have invited all of you. But there was no tenting this year for us, so family and a few friends it was.
When I heard Wills and Kate were getting married on Charlie's birthday (NOT that Charlie's birthday was on Wills and Kate's wedding day), I knew he needed a royal party. I figure this might be the last year we actually have input on what the "theme" is and by next year I will probably be pinteresting "classy elmo parties."
Gamma and Poppy came early, and Ken had just finished putting the final touches on this:
He's clapping for himself in that picture. Because he honked the horn. The real horn. It's a truck - the Cozy Truck to be exact. And we were sold when we saw the ad with a golden retriever puppy in the truck bed.
Do you think Wills and Kate had this kind of entertainment at their reception? I think not!
And I bet they didn't have anyone as cute as him there:
Charlie's guests were treated to authentic, um, paper crowns:
Charlie was treated to a one-of-a-kind knit crown made by none other than Carron. Forget the crown jewels, this will definitely be a family keepsake:
Unfortunately, he didn't necessarily realize the value of said crown and it lasted on his head for less than 10 seconds.
He was amazed at the big kids climbing a tree. In our yard. And he has spent several minutes in the following days whining at the base of the tree, wanting to climb it himself. Thanks a lot, Jack and Claire. Hmph.
The lion seemed regal:
...and the cupcakes were delish (much better than last year's tears):
...i was a military spouse. I looked for a picture of us from back then, but holy cow nothing's digital going back that far. Ken was deployed and taking part in an exercise that involved me not knowing where he was. But I knew he wasn't in New York City or in the Pentagon, or on a commercial airliner, which is more than can be said for those families who anxiously waited for phone calls from loved ones on that day.
I will always remember where I was when I heard about the first plane crash (driving on my way to work - the details were murky - I thought it was a stunt gone wrong). And I will always remember where I was when I found out there was some justice for those families. (On Facebook, of course).