It may be vacation time, but the past week has been VERY busy at the Lui house. Friday was Emma's last day at St. Paul's. She's been there since she was 13 weeks old, so while I was ready for the change, it was also a bit emotional for this hormonal mommy. (And in regards to hormones, I will say that I have been WAY less hormonal carrying this baby than I was with Emma!) She brought doughnuts for all of her teachers and made fruit cones for her classmates. She really loved her Dragonfly teacher, Ms. Sharon, but she is ready to start with her new teacher, Ms. Sue, on Monday! In the meantime, we have just enjoyed a wonderful week at home together!
I had my 24 week checkup this week. I have gained TWENTY-SIX pounds already! Holy smokes! (The skirt hides how big my ass has gotten!) The doctor is not concerned since I "was on the skinny side to begin with", but she anticipates that I will gain between 40-50 pounds. Eff me. Considering that the baby weighs barely two pounds at this point, 26 pounds is ridic. LOTS of "maternal fat stores". Lol. I think I gained a total of 38 with Emma, so Oliver will have her beat since you're supposed to gain a pound per week and I still have 15 weeks to go. Ay ay ay. I do realize that this is partly my fault as I have not turned away ANY food and purchased more milkshakes that any one person needs. Oh well. Here is me and my dress up queen.
So there's a story behind the following pictures. If they were an art piece, I would call them "House Alarm Shenanigans".
So, long story short, around midnight the other night, an obnoxious ass beep would go off with a computerized "Low battery" voice EVERY 15 MINUTES. This is characteristic of our house alarm when a sensor battery is low or something. Well, by 2 am and after sending Larry out of the room repeatedly to turn it off, I was getting rather annoyed. I mean, how hard is it to shut this damn thing up? He assured me that if it beeped again, he didn't know what else to do to make it stop. Honestly, in my tired state, when it beeped again, I thought, "Seriously, he's such an idiot. IIIII will go take care of this!" Well, I don't know how the hell that thing was still beeping either. All of the batteries had been taken out. The control box was in pieces. The batteries were OUT of the sensors. The pinchy box wasn't even attached to the wall anymore. Okay, poltergeist. So I decided to sit in the hall and stare at the wall until it beeped again. Of course Emma woke up right before it beeped and I was walking down the hall to her room so couldn't pinpoint where the effing sound was coming from. "Mom, I have to pee. And I had a bad dream about beeping." LOL. After taking her to the bathroom, I decided to sit in the living room and stare at all the pieces again for the next 15 minutes to see which one was possessed by satan. Mind you, my brain as a mom and while pregnant functions at 15% capacity on most occasions but it occurred to me suddenly that the house alarm "voice" was usually a dude and the "voice" tonight was a woman. Eff me, it wasn't the house alarm. Right as I pulled up a chair in the hallway and climbed all 151 lbs of me up onto the chair to pull down the smoke detector, the mother effer beeped right in my hand "low battery". Ugh, smoke detector? Really? Well, at least the house alarm isn't possessed. Of course it won't work anymore, but I'm glad to know I don't have to sprinkle my house with holy water. At least we can laugh about it now!
Finally for the week, my older brother Gary came down to SD to visit for a few days. Emma was excited to have someone else to play with her. (Clearly my slow state is starting to bore her!) We braved an outing to the San Diego County Fair the evening before it's last day. Bad idea as far as traffic was concerned, but she had a great time. She "let" uncle go on a few rides with her but pretty much insisted on doing everything by herself. *sigh*. Here's a few pictures from our 7 hour adventure!
She let uncle ride, but he sure as hell wasn't allowed to help her spin it!
Waiting patiently to ride the ferris wheel....by herself.
One of the few photos where she was actually willing to look at the camera.
That's her and uncle climbing up the stairs to the top of this GIANT slide.
You are too funny!!! It could only happen to you have an alarm system that is possessed. :-)
ReplyDeleteEmma is getting to be so independent. She has to stop growing up. What great pictures of her and Uncle Gary. She has so many people that love her.
You look good and stop talking about how big you think you are. You are pregnant and you look better than a lot of people who aren't PREGNANT and look like they are!!!
We love you and enjoy all of your stories.
Love,
Mom and Raimond
I agree with Mama Joanne...YOU LOOK GREAT!! You are not FAT (not your belly, not you ass, not any part of you!)!! I love you and your babies and hope to play at your house soon. =)
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