notes from Jules

Dear Mamaw,

Thank you for the pretty tote bag. I've been using it to keep my library books and school worksheets in. It is perfect. Thank you for thinking of me. I miss you.

Love,

Jules

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Dear Seth,

I hope you've gotten your voice back since you got home from the beach. I would hate you to have to go to work not being able to talk and sing like Ariel. Thanks for always playing with me.

Love,

Jules

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Dear Aunt Camilla and Uncle Ted,

Thanks for letting me come over to pick blueberries again this year. They sure are yummy! It was nice of you to share with us.

Love,

Jules

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Dear Nanna,

I'm sorry I've been so mean to you lately. Please know that I love you and I am only three and have a hard time expressing my feelings properly. I know it's hard living with me, but I would miss you if you moved out.

Love,

Jules

this has Disney written all over it

We're walking out to the beach just now and Jules asks, "Mommy, why are there fireworks at the beach this time? Is it because my Daddy is falling in love with me?"

Maybe she's watched one too many Disney princess movies?

short stories

When we were getting dressed for church last Sunday morning Jules explained, "When my baby sister is born I want to take him to Disney World and take him on Goofy's rollercoaster and Daddy can hold him while I hold on to the handlebars."

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I was tucking Julianna in for a nap one day and as I was leaving the room I said, "Goodnight Squirt."

She replied, "Mommy, I not a squirt! A squirt is someone who has juice in them!"

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Me: Jules, did you just feel that?! The baby just kicked you!

Her: With his shoe?

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Happy Father's Day

"When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years."

Mark Twain, in "Bringing Up Father," Reader's Digest, September 1937

Happy Father's Day to all of the dad's out there! You are much appreciated.

with Julianna all I wanted was cheese

In the past ten days or so I have had cravings for the following:

baby back ribs
grilled shrimp
salt and vinegar potato chips
hushpuppies with melted butter
Claussen dill pickles
gummy bears
steak and baked potato
a BLT loaded with bacon



Why can't I want healthy things like fresh fruit or veggies? I'm sure you've heard the stories of the women who just can't get enough oranges or whatever and they wake up in the middle of the night peeling and ravenously eating oranges over the kitchen sink. Why can't I be one of those women? I mean, seriously. Baby back ribs...?



Since these pregnancy cravings started my sodium intake has probably tripled. Not good.



Problem is, I would still be about willing to give my left arm for a hushpuppy tonight.



What did you crave when you were pregnant? Or just hungry and bored?

this is the kind of day I've had

We had one of those nights last night. You know the ones every three months or so where you find yourself changing wet sheets in the middle of the night.

I had to do a grocery store mystery shop today (which you are technically not supposed to bring children to, but mom and Julianna were with me so they got their own buggies and did their own shopping separate from me). Well, Julianna decided to misbehave and make it one of those shopping trips, pushing her kiddie cart around in people's way, selecting various items for the cart herself, running away from us, and grabbing and dropping plenty of other stuff along the way.

It was also 90-something degrees today and I started feeling sick as we were walking in to the grocery store. I had to sit down because I was shaking so badly. I think my blood sugar was low because once I drank a Pepsi I felt better right away. Just another one of those side effects of being pregnant I suppose.

With all the rain we've had lately, my child has not been able to run out any of her energy outside and I didn't particularly want to spend the afternoon out in the heat today so I spent the afternoon sorting baby clothes and starting to clean out the nursery while Jules entertained herself. That translates to a whole other slew of opportunities for her to act poorly making it one of those afternoons cooped up inside all day with a three-year-old.

Then as we were making dinner tonight Jules decided to CUT. HER. HAIR. Now she has a lovely 'do that unfortunately I think she's quite proud of.

I however, am not.

Yes it was one of those days.

dumb question

Why is it that when we stand on our heads or hang upside down the blood rushes to our heads and we feel woozy yet in utero, babies don't get head rushes when they're upside-down despite the fact that blood is pumping through their bodies as well?