thestorygodgaveus

Sunday, January 1, 2012

i am a very slack little blogger

oh my gosh my last blog post was in november, and early november to boot.

so what's been happening lately? i'm thirty weeks along now, meaning in just seven more

short weeks this baby girl is term, crazy stuff that.

oh and nick tells me my feet are puffing up, so of course that just made me feel swell.

recently he also started referring to me as a chubby bunny and while i know i should be

offended it is actually rather funny.

here's a bit of what has been going on round these parts

made these for the lovely work girls

polaroid magnets! i know, right?

ohh, i'm thinking about twenty eight weeks

our christmas stash, unfortunately we are just too lazy for a tree

christmas morning, i think baby girl scored the most over nick and i combined

christmas day at mum's. you can't half tell i was in charge of decorations

beautiful forster

i developed a skin condition more commonly known as ~~stupidity~~ sunburn.

oh and then this happened

so ima gettin' an iphone, yippee!

Saturday, November 12, 2011

how to make a paint chip mobile - diy

paint chip mobiles are all the rage over at pinterest (where all the cool kids hang out) and

with a bebeh on the way i finally had an excuse to make one and eat breakfast three times

daily!

so for those playing along at home, this is how it's done.

1. go to your local hardware store and ~~steal~~ pick up some paint chips (i have repeatedly told my husband, it's not stealing if they're free)

2. cut out your circles. the size and amount of circles you cut is totally dependent on you.

i used a circle punch (about $15 from a craft store), which saved a lot of time, but you can

always go old school with scissors.

3. line up your pattern. remember each circle needs two paint chip circles, one for the front and one for the back

4. stick one strip of double sided tape onto one circle of each pair and then run a length of fishing line down the length of each group of circles. then match up your pair of circles so the double sided tape is holding both the fishing line and the pair of circles together (get it?).

remember to leave lots of fishing line at the top to use to hang the mobile

5. tie each length of circles onto a metal frame/circle (picked mine up for $1.50 from a craft store)

6. holding all your long pieces of fishing line that are coming out of the top of your mobile, straighten up the mobile, so it hangs properly and then tie a knot. then hang it on a hook from ya ceiling and that's it.

ta da, a paint chip mobile!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

we're having a.....

girl!

while any baby is a great baby, for us, a girl is just so perfect. for some reason when i picture myself as a mother i am holding a little girl and i can already tell nick is smitten with his daughter

text message: your little girl is
kicking her mumma like crazy

text message: i just can't even wait
one more minute to meet her. by the way,
you have a person inside of you, if i
didn't know any better, i would
think that would be a problem

this baby girl is loved and wanted. from the moment the thought of her was conceived in our minds, she was loved and wanted. a part of me is sad because i know one day i will have to give this girl away, and she will belong to her husband and not to me, in the same way i belong to nick now. the thought of that crushes me, because i never want to lose this precious girl. her father on the other hand has taken a more proactive approach, stating "there will be no dating until she's 35".

i will leave you with some prose written by comedian tina fey that made me laugh and smile, but also resonated with me

a mother's prayer for her child
by tina fey

"first, lord: no tattoos. may neither chinese symbol for truth nor winnie-the-pooh holding the fsu logo stain her tender haunches. may she be beautiful but not damaged, for it’s the damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the beauty. when the crystal meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half and stick with beer.
...
lead her away from acting but not all the way to finance. something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes and not have to wear high heels. what would that be, lord? architecture? midwifery? golf course design? i’m asking you, because if i knew, i’d be doing it, youdammit. may she play the drums to the fiery rhythm of her own heart with the sinewy strength of her own arms, so she need not lie with drummers.

grant her a rough patch from twelve to seventeen. let her draw horses and be interested in barbies for much too long, for childhood is short – a tiger flower blooming magenta for one day – and adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

o lord, break the internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers and the online marketing campaign for rape hostel v: girls just wanna get stabbed.

and when she one day turns on me and calls me a bitch in front of hollister, give me the strength, lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, for i will not have that crap. i will not have it.

and should she choose to be a mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that i may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 a.m., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “my mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “my mother did this for me.” and the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a mental note to call me. and she will forget. but i’ll know, because i peeped it with your God eyes. amen."