My Fifteen Minutes

I know a few of my friends out there are familiar with RFML or for the newbies "Rants From Mommyland". This is far and away one of my favourite blogs.  To be fair, the only one that beats it out is DYAC (Damn You Autocorrect!), which pretty much has me in tears of laughter every day.  (How do you not love a blog that posts accidentally awkward texts?)

Anyway, last year, RFML put out a call for "kitschy" type things from around the home, and I sent them the following picture:

Some of you will recognize this...it hangs next to the man (ahem) door between my garage and house.  My "backdoor", if you will.  It has been hanging there since the dawn of time, and is one of the many items inherited by us when we moved into my grandparents house.

Anyway, after a rather humourous email exchange with Kate and Lydia (the kick ass authors of RFML), they decided to hold a caption contest for my little photo.  Below is the blog post dedicated to that contest.  The comments are rid.ic.u.lous.

Probably the only thing that has made me laugh harder than DYAC...

http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2010/12/caption-contest-back-door-friends.html

Off to find something that could possibly top that for this year...

Buckman's Baby Bump - The Sequel - 8 weeks

Oh the tiredness!  The last few weeks have been rough...picked up a cold the beginning of September, and haven't been able to shake it.  Subsequently, I don't know if I'm tired from this stupid cold, being pregnant, or both.  Although, on days like today, I tend to lean toward the later.  I am EXHAUSTED.  Yawning all day, can hardly keep my eyes open exhausted.  And no, it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I spent a fantastic weekend in Niagara Falls with my girlfriends Trev's ball team.

Am finding I have some of the same food cravings as with Eric...bagels and cream cheese, feta cheese, ice cream...the usual.  Although, I seem to be really put off by chicken at the moment.  Specifically chicken breast.  The stringy texture icks me out.  I'm hoping that I can still do dark meat, or Thanksgiving and Christmas are going to be terrible!

Going for my first appointment with the midwives on Wednesday.  Not expecting anything exciting...likely just some blood work drawn and then booking and appointment for the first ultrasound. 

Buckman's Baby Bump - The Sequel - 4 weeks

So here we are...about to be parents for the second time.  I'm ecstatic!  So far, so good.  Much like with Eric, I have been feeling great.  Although, I have had a couple mornings of nausea, it was nothing serious.  And the "girls" are a little more sensitive this time around.  And I keep "pulling" my lower abdomen muscles if I stand or turn to quickly.  That smarts pretty good.  And a little tiredness.  But all in all...feeling great!

Eric is very excited to be a big brother...well, as much as he can be, with the comprehension of a 2 year old.  He will already tell you where the baby "is" (by pointing to my belly).  When we asked him if mommy should have a baby, he said "Yes".  He DOES know what a baby is.  And when we asked him if he wanted to be a big brother, he said "Yes."  You got it buddy!  On a side note - Trev overheard me telling Eric that he was going to be a big brother, and said "How do you know?"...what?  Two seconds later he caught himself...oh right...the sex of the baby doesn't matter, Eric will be a big BROTHER no matter what.  Apparently baby brain isn't Mommy specific.

Waiting a little longer to announce the news this time around.  Not really for any specific reason...just because I want to.  To be fair, when I announced to the world I was pregnant with Eric at 5 weeks, some thought that was perhaps a bit risky.  Although, I never really worried about miscarrying with Eric.  Not really worried about it with this one either...just sort of want to keep the excitement for ourselves for a bit.

I love the beach...

Today, we decided to go to the beach.

I LOVE the beach...and after last summer, it was finally nice to be reunited.

But I forgot there would be sand.

We arrived, and got out of the car.

And my sandals were full of sand.

We set down our bags and spread out our towels.

And they were full of sand.

In the water, we all splashed and played with the spirit of a two year old.

And my bathing suit was filled with sand.

Silly me, forgot I brought a toddler...

And he ate the sand.

We dried off, "cleaned up" and headed back to the car.

And it, of course, is full of sand.

We headed home in the warm afternoon sun, dirty, wet and sleepy.

And my heart is fully of joy. And sand.