Who really cares, right? Who cares that these images are weeks old and that when looking at them I can hardly remember what we’d been doing before we hooked up the hose and ran wild in the pool. Ever since we blew the pool up in June, it has been a go-to toy for us to play in on these hottish days. And the popsicles? I should have bought stock in popsicles this summer because I consider it a State of Emergency when we’re running low and head to the store as soon as time allows. I figure with this pregnancy if I’m craving popsicles, I don’t have to keep track of how many I consume. Because it is WAAYYYYY better than eating burgers, as I did all too often when I was pregnant with Maggie.
This pregnancy is already going so much faster than the first time. I don’t necessarily think that I’m busier, but I have less time to ‘think for myself’ these days. As anyone with a 2 year old knows, time to contemplate and twirl your thumbs doesn’t exist. But the other night as I was reading in bed, one of my favorite times of day, I swear I felt B2 (as we’ve been calling him/her) move and it was exhilarating. I’ve thought on more than one occasion that I’ve felt movement, but it was fleeting.
I’ve mentioned before about being photo-challenged in the Daughter & Me photo department – and I’m determined to change that. Maggie has a fake camera that she loves to take ‘pictures’ of us with. A couple weeks ago, she asked to use my camera, which her little fingers can hardly reach around. I set it to a very basic mode and showed her the button to push…..we’re going with major close-ups, but she got the idea and I’m pretty sure we’ve got a budding photographer. I’m so proud.
And when I mean close-up, I mean CLOSE-UP. . .
And a picture of us wouldn’t be a real ‘HB Girls’ picture without a Sydney photo bomb. Bombs away, Syd!!!
Who really cares if a Pug butt is in your photo when it’s a picture of a cheese-ball little girl and her mama, right? Who really cares that soon after, the said mama and daughter went and ate 3 or 4 popsicles between them because it’s what made them happy….who cares.
As with any blog post that I write while Maggie is still awake and our house is still humming with activity, I am distracted by the game that Maggie and Barry are playing in the other room. Maggie and I made a fort today and she’s convinced him that’s the best place to have their nightly love-fest of games. He’s currently asking Maggie for different shapes as if he is Piglet – and he’s using a very high, hilarious voice for Piglet. It is, as always, beyond adorable. Poor little Piglet seems to always get stuck with the highest, most awkward of voices.
Who really cares? We all love Piglet.
