12 on the 12th [01.12.12]

01. Brynlee was a little slow on the ‘get up and go’ this morning. Spence joked that he was going to need to funnel feed her breakfast in order to get her to school on time. She’s wasn’t amused in the least.

02. Dug out my maternity tote in hopes of finding a few pair of jeans that I could simultaneously bend over AND breath in. No such luck. And thus begins my search for a pair of maternity pants that stay at a reasonable altitude below chin level but also cover the crack region while sitting down. Oh, and if they could make me look like that chic on the cover of the Fit Pregnancy Magazine that’d be cool.  Any suggestions?

03. Things to do with an empty tote #147: use it as your dance floor.

04. A marvel comic book superhero retreat on my kitchen floor.

05. And look, it’s the superhero puppet master himself.

06. Home again, home again, jiggity jig jig.

07. Microwave popcorn - my homemade after school snack.

08. Brynlee was gifted a tote full of random craft supplies for Christmas. In Brynlee’s heaven the roads are paved with pom poms, pipe cleaners and glitter so it was like, THE BEST GIFT EVER.  She’s shared her wealth with all of us.  So far I’ve been the receipt of this bracelet; a pair of earrings made out of hot pink craft pom poms and double sided tape, a bookmark made from toothpicks and yarn, and a miniature bouquet of flowers made from pipe cleaners and wads of toilet paper.

09. Nothing says my life is rad like doing a front flip into a huge pit of blue square foams.  

10. Treated the kids to a candy aisle goody after gymnastics. Typical of my children they both picked health food: Fun Dip and Airheads.

11. Just for fun, I think I’m going to keep a spreadsheet for 2012 tallying the time I waste stuck behind a train. 

12. Marie and mom came to visit for a day or two. Not to brag, but my kids are luckier than your kids. Life’s more fun with a ten year old Auntie.

And guess what? 12 on the 12^th is going to be a family affair this year. All my sisters {except for Jessica, because every party needs a pooper} are taking pictures on the 12th. Go to Jami, Jaelynn and Kate’s blog to check them out.

Happy Friday.

A 12 on the 12th Recap

I’m eighteen weeks now and I’m happy to report that I’ve been feeling so much better.  Like night and day sort of thing.  I still get pretty nauseous during the evening hours, but all the throwing up has been reduced by about 95%.  I tell Spence no less than a million times a day that it feels so good to feel like me again.  And then I do a happy dance because it just feels that good.  And without all the throwing up I’ve regained hope that I actually might survive to the end of this pregnancy.  Oh happy day.

Today’s the 12^th.  Late last year I had decided that one go at 12 on the 12^th was probably enough for me and I started brainstorming fun blogging ideas that were similar to 12 on the 12^th, but different too.  But then I got sick and didn’t post anything for November and December and it kinda feels like I didn’t complete my goal.  So for 2012 I’m playing along once again.  I’ve talked my born again blogging sister, Jami, to join in on all the fun.  You should too.  Jaelynn?  Katie?  Jessica?  Sarah?  Anybody?  Hellllooooo?  I know you can hear me. 

Anyway, to wrap up 2011 here’s all my 12ths.  Well, January through October.

Back in October: Autumn Almanac

Photo Album: A Shower for Jaelynn

Last night before I went to bed I compiled a few pictures of Jaelynn’s October baby shower to post on the bloggy.

Or maybe I should tell you first that we served soups, rolls and cinnamon rolls for the shower luncheon. At least a hundred perfectly gooey, perfectly delightful cinnamon rolls. Jami made them all. When I arrived at her house she had cinnamon rolls stored everywhere. In the oven, on the kitchen table, on top of the fridge, on top of the dryer, in the microwave.  Everywhere!

Baby Shower Cinnamon Rolls

Anyway, last night I looked through the baby shower pictures and then I called it a night and snuggled between my covers and drifted to dreamland.

I dreamt about cinnamon rolls. All. Night. Long. They were stored everywhere in my house, and I just kept eating them.  Hundreds of cinnamon rolls consumed by me.  Perfectly gooey, perfectly delightful cinnamon rolls. And no matter how sick I got, I had to keep eating. There was a point in my dream that my arm got too tired of feeding myself so I just dug in, pie eating contest style. 

It was like an eating contest meets crazy pregnant lady. I woke up this morning despising cinnamon rolls. {{shudder}}

Anyway, a few pictures from Jaelynn’s baby shower.