Wee Whimsical Wilson Wife Writes

Here's the belly progression: 6 Months 8.5 Months Warning! This post may contain personal musings about pregnancy. It may read like a journal. It may contain baby excitement and overall feelings of joy. So I have been stepping on things lately. Mostly toys. How is this possible, you ask? Those of you familiar with my adroit walking skills may be puzzled at this point. I know I was until I took a shower this morning. And I couldn't see my feet at all; not a hint of them, no toes, nothing, not even when leaning forward could I see anything but a belly button sun on the horizon of a large earth belly. And that is why I've been stepping on things. Thomas' toy hammer, a plastic giraffe, the zipper of John's coat . . . The loss of my peripheral vision going down is apparently complete. I can't see where I am stepping! What a frightening feeling. I have also been walking into common household objects with my belly. Doorknobs and chairs. Major medial disco...

My kitchen is clean. I have been cleaning it twice a day. I walk in, I empty the dishwasher. Then I start loading it, easy clean dishes first. Then I keep cleaning and wha-lah! Cleanliness. It's really not that hard. I repeat, "IT IS NOT HARD!" What has brought about this amazing shift in my behavior? Maybe I like having a clean kitchen. Or I am nesting. Perhaps I'm paranoid if I can't keep a house clean with one child, I will fail dismally with two. It may be that I feel bad for my DH when I see him stressed with school. Or that I am intimidated by the moms of many who keep immaculate homes, and then apologize profusely because it's "disgusting." ("Just look at the floor . . . I've only vacuumed twice today. . .") In any case, I feel like a new woman. If you cleaned your kitchen today you have my respect.

OCTOBER Oh October, I love thee. How I love to love thee! With your subtle hints- the promise of cooler days to come! The happy harvest, the colors, the scents the commercialized chocolate. You snap late apples into sweetness. You allow all these to believe that you are merely an extention Of September. And then you laugh. A cold dark laugh, and let Jack Frost out of his summer hideout. You blow just a few leaves off their branches where they cling for stability and warmth. You haze costumed children until they add jackets and hats to their masks and paint. You ridicule us with your frigid dawns. But you are not so dark as you pretend. You secretly love the taste of Strawberry Jam. You relish in the harvest. You envy November it's Thanksgiving Feast. What is processed candy to mashed potatoes and gravy? A farce. Fraud. Treachery. There is no glory in your Halloween End of Days. You lessen your grip on the cold. You know icy felicity belongs to November. And you wait. Your time will...

Dear Diary, I just finished eating a delicious banana which is saying a lot because they only taste delicious to me for about one day, before they are too ripe, and until they yummy they taste very green. I know my mother thinks I'm crazy for this specific reason. I just wanted to share the perfect yumminess of that banana. It was yummy. The End. I would like to thank Thomas today for being such a good boy. And I did. He was well behaved at the midwife's office today, played nicely with the toys, was mostly obedient in the hallways, and he weighed himself without jumping. 24 lbs. I've gained 26 lbs in the last 8 months. Aren't we all glad that it's not the other 'weigh' around? That would put Thomas at about 44 lbs which I don't think I could handle. Seriously. I sold my first item on Amazon! Stressful now that I have to get it shipped! I can do this! I decided that besides trying to sell all of our household goods on craigslist I would als...

Is there anything sweeter than a sleeping baby? Even a sleeping toddler can make you run, laughing, for you camera . . . What kind of message are you reading from this?

Well we have been unpacked for the most part for a few weeks now, but finally we dispelled the wall of boxes in Thomas' room, replacing them with toys and hanging pictures at last! Now I think Thomas should feel more at home in his own space. And since we did the rearranging, he's slept better! One more thing to cross off the list of preparations for baby to come. I have started feeling guilty that I haven't had my picture taken since July or so, so last night I took a belly picture. I'm sharing it with you, but it's really for the baby. Maybe someday it'll be in his baby book!

Don't you love starburst? http://www.starburst.com/ Yes, this is a promotional blog entry because of how much I love my Grandma and Grandpa, Pinatas and, Starburst! Oh, and money. Once upon a time in the summer of 2009, Paige went on a family reunion trip to the middle of nowhere after which reunion John blogged about life preservers on horseback. (Follow links on the right to read John's blog) Before we returned home to the safety of our own life jacket-less lives, we enjoyed a pinata with the cousins. Hiding behind the tree from which the pinata swung violently, I safely would look out for breakage in the pinata and subsequent candy wreakage on the grass beneath. Finally my moment arrived! Among the 20 grandchildren or so present, I dove into the mass of cousin arms and legs and grabbed at all candy visible and invisible (the candy under Colton when he decided to lay on the stash for its protection). I realize now that the failures of my youth to gather pinata can...