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I have so much and yet so little to say.

I’ve been fighting with our printer for two days. When Mama says print, she means print! Don’t make me come over there and plug the computer in with the USB! That defeats the whole purpose of wireless printing. UGH.

The Etsy shops are staying busy. We’re sponsors over at Under the Sycamore this month. I may have been obsessed with that blog and all its great DIY projects for a little while before the munchkin was born. But I can neither confirm nor deny. Anyway, our little shop is featured over there this month and we are excited!

Amelia met her cousin Nathan today. You’d think that I’d have all kinds of cute photos to share, but alas; I always choke under pressure and forget to get the camera out. Plus, I was busy trying to get my little Mama’s girl to let her Aunt & Uncle hold her. She’s going through an “All Mama, All the Time” phase, so a weekend with her grandparents and aunts and uncles in town should be all smiles for her. Or not. She did much better with everyone after she had a little nap and time to adjust her attitude, so here’s hoping a good night’s sleep cures her of what ails her.

And on that note, I’m off to get my own good night’s sleep. Until 12:30am, when my little sidekick will decide she needs me. It’s tough being a Mama’s girl.

Monday Madness

It was just your average weekend here at HuYoung Heaven. Old friends, new babies, laughter, fresh stories, good food, late nights, hot coffee, bare feet, and record heat.

Nothing beats old friends. Unless it’s watching your children become friends. Man, I love that.

When our friends’ youngest boy was 6 months old, I tried out my new stretchy baby wrap with him. It was my first baby wearing experience and I loved it.  I couldn’t wait for Amelia to get here so I could wear her too. Now the little fella is 18 months old, and he let me wear him again this weekend, just for old time’s sake. I wish I had a picture of it. I love babywearing. There may be a post on that subject coming soon. I mean, yesterday while I was wearing Amelia, I was able to bend down to pick up the 18 month old and hold him on my hip to keep him out of traffic for a minute. And I still had one hand free. Two babies, one hand. Now that’s what I wish I had a picture of.

Needless to say, we’re all a little bit exhausted over here. But it’s a good exhaustion. Amelia never had so much fun with two little boys to entertain her. Too bad they weren’t able to teach her to sleep through the night while they were here.  She did learn a lot about Buzz and Woody though, so that’s a plus.

Thanks for coming to visit, Jones family! Naptime, anyone?

Pumpkins

I just love convincing the insurance company that they should, indeed, cover the $271 doctor’s bill that I’ve been sent. Listen, people, I KNOW MY RIGHTS!

My doctor’s office and insurance company are cursing the day I learned about their  secret “codes.” But my insurance  paperwork says that routine prenatal care is covered at 100%, so gosh darn it, I expect 100% coverage. When I get a bill, I call that little number at the bottom, you know- the nearly invisible one that says “please call for questions or credit card payments” and keep calling it til I get to talk to someone who will re-code my claim as “routine prenatal.” Because when you’ve only had “routine prenatal” doctor’s appointments, and you have “100% routine prenatal coverage” you should not get be getting bills from the doctor.

Pretty amazing logic, right? Thankfully, the doctor’s office has always been able to re-code my erroneous bills, and the insurance company only denies them once or twice before I call (again!) and talk to a helpful representative. Phew.

In other news, Dave and I had a great day together  yesterday. Instead of anxiously waiting for our little pumpkin to make her debut, we’re trying to enjoy our last few days (or weeks) as just the two of us. So after church we went to Borders, then to our favorite hole in the wall Vietnamese restaurant, then to a park and the farmer’s market. The weather was beautiful. After a quick stop at home for a nap, we ran a few errands, did a little yard work, and closed out the day with a bonfire in the backyard. Hot dogs and s’mores included. This morning we decided that the only thing that could make yesterday better would be if the baby came today 🙂

Here are some pics (of me, because Dave is a camera hog) at the park and farmer’s market yesterday. I wish I hadn’t left my wallet in the car, because those $3 pumpkins were really calling to me.

39 weeks.

Two little punkins in my lap.  Awww….

Raisin Bran – a new sleep aid

This morning I ate a bowl of raisin bran at 5am. Then I went back to sleep for 3.5 hours.

The end.

Wait.

I feel like there was something else I wanted to say about that. Oh yeah.

Dave had to leave for work at 5:15 this morning, which meant he woke up at 4:30. Which meant that I woke up at 4:30. Sleep is elusive these days. Our bed is getting more and more uncomfortable. I don’t think it has anything to do with being 30 weeks pregnant and 23 pounds heavier than I used to be. Or the fact that I can only sleep on one side for an hour before it gets sore, then I have to heave myself over to the other side, readjust my 3 pillows, and start again. Nope, it’s definitely the bed.

I lay in bed from 4:30-5 listening to Dave get ready for work. I knew it was pointless to try to go back to sleep right away, so I just kind of hung out with Dave since I won’t see him til later tonight. Also, because I was hungry. HUNGRY. I finally gave in at 5 and fixed myself a bowl of cereal in the dark. I’m sorry I ripped the box a little, honey, I was just so hungry! And it was dark!

When Dave finally left for work, I finished my (2nd) bowl of cereal and went back to bed. Heaven. That raisin bran is something else. I slept like a baby for the next 3.5 hours and only woke to adjust my pillows once. I don’t think it had anything to do with having the whole bed and 4 pillows all to myself.  Nope, it was the raisin bran. I think I’m going to write them a thank you note.

While Nick and Rachael were visiting this week, they let us babysit Gavin for the evening while they went out to eat/get food poisoning. Seriously. I’m glad we stayed home with the munchkin.

Notice the coaster. Makes crawling on the floor so much more fun. And slippery.

How big is Gavin?  Sooooo big!

Uncle Dave is so big too!

Dave? Are you out there, Dave? Stop grilling and let me step on you!

That’s better.

Kisses through the glass. That boy looooves his Uncle Dave.  Come back soon! We’ll babysit anytime 🙂

Happy 4th of July!

While these may not be red, white, or blue, they do say summer, don’t they? They do to me at least. These little babies grew all by themselves in my non-garden. I’m going to start watering more because the big one was bitter 😦 Does anyone know how to grow non-bitter cucumbers in this TN heat? The little tiny cuke was delicious with salt and pepper, and I can’t wait to make some slicers.

In other news, while waiting for Nick, Rachael, and Gavin to get here I’m sweeping the floors, slicing up watermelon, and making these gooey chocolate-y oatmeal-y bars.

Mmmmm, happy 4th of July indeed.

Jack

We had to take this guy to Grandma’s house while we did some traveling this summer. I know he’s having fun there, but I want him back.  I want him to look at me with those sad, sad eyes until I get him his dinner. I want him to lay his big heavy head on my lap until I agree to take him outside. I want him to drip water all over the kitchen floor after he gets a drink. Not.

After having him around for 3 years, it’s weird to not have our constant companion with us.  It’s weird not to have to go outside and untangle him from around the trees. Again.

It’s weird to take walks in the neighborhood by myself. Walking by yourself borders dangerously close to exercising and that’s something I try to avoid at all costs.

While we originally got Jack for Dave, he has undoubtedly become a mama’s boy. And why not? Who else will train you for a week not to sleep between the coffee table and the couch and then invite you in the next day to lay on her cold feet? Who else will take you for walks everyday and then lay in the shade with you to cool off? Who else will tell everyone else not to feed you under the table but then drop you choice tidbits from the pan on the stove?

Only 1 more month, Jack. Come home soon, please. Mama has some bacon for you.