Disclaimer: Lookout, folks, Angie is droning on her soapbox today, so just know you have been forewarned!!
This afternoon, the girls and I went to a local grocery store for the standard faire, as we were milk-less, bread-less, and egg-less, among other staple items. Sum up: we were hungry. Anyway, when the girls are with me, I try to get those carts that have the big plastic seats on the front, so that I can use every last inch of cart space for groceries and not squirmy children. Evidentally, this particular grocery store hasn’t figured out that lots of families have multiple children that like to ride in the cart AND THAT BUY LOTS OF GROCERIES (read: spend money), because they apparently only have a very small number (like, less than 3 or so) of these multiple rider carts (I have my ways of knowing this, keep reading if you are still here). Well, somedays you win and somedays you lose. None of these convenient carts were waiting for us today. So we settled on the normal, smaller cart and began to shop. I stuck Lydia in the seat upfront, for obvious reasons-she likes to run away from me and destroy things, and she’s very quick about it. I told Susanna she would have to walk. Of course, she balked. “I don’t want to walk!”, she whined. I was waiting for her to throw herself down right there and commence a screaming fit, but I decided that the list wasn’t THAT long and convinced myself that she could ride in the bigger part of the cart, and thus averted the fit. Halfway through the store, I knew I was wrong. I somehow managed to stack things underneath the cart, like the canned soda pop (for small group tonight) and the pack of diapers (the ones I keep hoping will be the last pack of diapers I have to buy for a few months) and I even finagled a spot for the gallon of milk, as well as two giant jars of apple juice-all underneath the cart. Meanwhile, Susanna was still sitting in the bigger compartment, scruched up against the back of the cart because I had eggs and other “delicate” food paraphenalia crammed in the front part and Lydia perched up in the actual “seat” part by the handle. I was trying to talk Susanna into walking next to me, but she is the unusal child that likes to ride in the cart. So we were trucking through the store when I spotted one of those big plastic-type carts. Here’s where I got a little stoked, you could say. The woman pushing it had ONE child in ONE of the two seats. Plus, she had very few items in her cart. Her nice big cart with one child sitting where two would nicely fit!! Ugh. I resisted the urge to glare at her while I directed my cart down the next aisle. But of course, I talked to myself about it for a LONG time after that. Really, until now (ha ha). After picking up the remaining items on the list, I trudged toward the checkout, paid the cashier (who was not in a friendly mood, I might add), and made a mental note to email the grocery store chain (because that’s what I do when I spot an injustice these days). Once out in the parking lot, I looked over the cart “corrals” to see if any of the coveted carts were there. Of course, I only saw one. Probably that one-kidded lady’s used cart…didn’t SHE leave the store quickly (or quicker, at least, than I)?
This story has a moral and if you have stuck the whole way through that story, I will now disclose it to you. If you see a pregnant, tired woman pushing an under-sized cart filled to the rim with plural children and groceries, for crying out loud, give her your big plastic cart!
And yes, I just emailed the said grocery store, in an effort for them to provide more of these desired carts! I know this is piddly and probably just my hormones taking up a unworthy cause, but by golly, YOU try pushing that heavy cart with squirmy demanding children who are trying to break every one of those 18-count eggs, open all the packages of cheese, and smash all those nicely ripened bananas. All this while trying not to cough yourself to death or worse, throw up while coughing because of the extra person taking up residence in your guts. Cry for me!
OK, end of blog for now. I think I need some Raisinets (Why didn’t I think of drowning raisins in chocolate-that’s the only way to eat them!).
OK, so I’m a sucker for cute baby pictures, but here is another one (it’s the fuzzy one I talked about, but it was just way too cute). Lookout! It looks like he wants to fight!
Bummer that it won’t just “show up”; you have to click on it. Oh well. I should also tell you that I got both of these pictures from my sister’s website…just to avoid a nasty accusation of “stealing” pictures…..
Let’s see if this works…..
Here is a picture of my sister and her son (who happens to be my nephew), Crewe. He looks a lot like his dad. And yes, if my sister knew this picture was up on my blog, she might have my head, but I think I’m safe, as I don’t think she reads my blog. (Whew!) I might be in more trouble with my sweet, kind, loving, familial web administrators, because I think this is a huge file that eats a lot of server space. So I will probably only have it here for a day or so. There is another super cute picture of just Crewe, but it was a little “fuzzy”, so I opted for this one. Cute, isn’t he (even though he looks like my bro-in-law)? Just kidding, Jon!!
The update is that my new nephew, now named Crewe Anderson Prough, was born via c-section at about 6:45pm last night (January 21, 2004). He was 7 lbs. 5 oz. and 21″ long. My mom says he is “pretty cute”. My girls are thrilled! They want to see him badly, but due to other committments, we will not be able to see him for another week or so. I guess that will give the new parents and baby some time to settle into their new roles before we sick the 2 girl cousins on him.
Some of you may have “heard” via a certain excitable Grandpop character that the “baby brother” will be named “Luke”. This is a big miscommunication (or maybe just the musings of a completely estatic Grandpop) that I am currently trying (by typing this part of the blog) to amend. “Luke” is simply one of the few names we can agree on at this moment. Please put NO stock in that! It will only frustrate you. I promise!
For all those who care (and even if you don’t):
I just got an update from my mom…..They are going to let my sister start pushing in about a half-hour. Her nurse is sure the “baby cousin” will be born today.
On a side note, a year ago today, my sister’s father-in-law passed away after a brief bout with pancreatic cancer.
Anyway, hopefully in a short time, we will know more about my new and only nephew! Exciting!
My mom just called from her cell phone en route to an Oklahoma City hospital. Evidentally, today is the day of my aunt-dom! My sister hopes to have her baby today.
Yay!!! This story just developing…stand by for further details…….
We try to have family devotions every night, though it’s not always easy or possible. We have been using the white children’s bible The Beginners Bible ™, just going through it and using the stories for our passage. It’s a major paraphrase complete with illustrations, but the kids really like it. Tonight, the passage up for discussion was the passage where Elijah gets taken up into heaven by the chariots of fire and Elisha takes over in Elijah’s place.
Mark: So how do we know that Elisha had God’s power?
Susanna: Because he was bald! (as we see from this particular bible’s illustrator)
I’m not sure where she got that one, but if you are reading this and you are bald, consider yourself a spiritual giant (at least in Susanna’s eyes)!
The conversation at breakfast this morning went something like this:
Susanna: When is the baby brother coming out?
Mommy: Remember? Probably not until after your birthday.
Lydia: The baby brother is sleeping. He waked up. Now he says, “Hello!”
Susanna: Babies can’t talk.
Mommy: What can babies do?
Susanna: Cry. A lot.
(More talk of babies, etc.)
Susanna: When is the baby cousin going to come (out)?
Mommy: Probably next week.
Susanna: Mom, can I blow bubbles now?
[End of germaine conversation]
This is just a snippet of many conversations we are having these days. Mostly, the girls ask me when the baby brother is coming out. This conversation was a little different in that it lasted a long time and that Lydia was actually participating in the same conversation with the rest of us. Anyway, they are very interested in the baby. It will be neat to see how they adapt to having a baby brother once he is finally out!
This just in…..
I just got back from my doctor appointment. I had a sonogram and the lovely gestational diabetes test. The sonogram went well and I chug-a-lugged that orange stuff you have to drink for the glucose test. Then, as is standard nurse/doctor/phlebotomist procedure, they drained about a gallon or so of blood out of my arm to check for diabetes (maybe it just felt like it). And you might or might not be reading this because you’ve already skipped ahead to the part about baby gender. That’s ok, you can do that. I will just type for no reason.
[Might I have a drumroll, please?]……………..So for all those folks who don’t know yet, little Festus is a boy. The conversation with the tech went like this:
Tech: Would you like to know what you are having?
Me: I’m pretty sure it’s a girl……right?
Tech (holding ultrasound wand on my stomach): This is definitely NOT a girl!!!!
So there you have it! The breaking news. You may now go back to whatever it was you were doing!
One last thing…I have to give credit where credit is due…….Abigail Horne told me about 3 months ago that this was a boy and everyone knows that Susanna has been praying for a baby “brudder” since she’s known we were expecting. And it’s quite alright, I can admit it when I’m wrong. I was wrong. Thank you.
This is the week I have a sonogram scheduled to find out how the little Pumpkin (also not his/her name) is doing and hopefully we will be able to tell whether we are having a “baby brudder” or another baby sister. My best *guess* is that we are looking at the third member of the all-girl trio. All I want to eat are things with at least a cup of sugar in them. I don’t want a cheeseburger, I want a pop-tart. I don’t want veggies and dip, I’d rather have apples with caramel. I don’t even want water, I’d rather have Gatorade. And those Jelly Bellies in the pantry are really talking to me now. Don’t worry, so far I’ve been able to curb these horrid and potentially disasterous urges (at least Mark would call them that). But sugar is definitely the top craving (if I have those - ha!) and that’s why I think it’s a girl. (In case you’re not up-to-date with the latest old wives’ tale, sugary food cravings mean it’s a girl, salty food cravings mean it’s a boy.) It’s not very scientific, but it’s all I’ve got. We’ll see!
The other thing I want to comment on are those pictures that our gracious and wonderful family paparazzi, David, took of us all on Christmas Day (yes, those were all taken on ONE day). At first, I couldn’t figure out who that Blue Teletubbie was climbing up Enchanted Rock, and then I realized that it was me! Ugh. It doesn’t look like I’m pregnant, it just looks like I’ve eaten way too much Christmas pie (which we all know has sugar in it). Anyway, those pictures are really great and I’m so glad we have someone in the family who loves to take them. Good job, Dave! I think I will post something later about the actual trip.