Dear Maternity Shirts,

This isn't a good look for me. You make me want to cry, especially when Ellie says, "I thought that was a stretchy shirt, Mom." *sniff*

The Daily Life...

1. I met with Ellie's preschool teacher a month ago. Ellie is doing fantastic. Apparently she is very social, and likes to tell stories that make the kids in her class laugh (sigh). When we got home I asked her to tell me a story that she told her class...

Ellie: I told them that my mom is going to have a baby, she has a big belly, and it is hairy.

Maybe she'll ask me to come to show & tell...

2. A couple days before Christmas, Ellie fell up the stairs. She killed one of her baby teeth. I'm in mourning. If you see her, and she smiles at you...I swear we brush her teeth religiously!! I feel like a pageant mom. I asked the dentist to paint or bleach it, and they look at me like I have five heads. I'm not entering her in any beauty competitions...I like baby teeth. I cry when my second graders lose their teeth.

Actually the horror of the story is that I saw the teeth coming in...awkward years are up a head...poor girl. I understand the need for flappers.

3. I hate tall, skinny, pregnant ladies. Seriously...must you make us average sized women feel so bad about ourselves? Have a twinkie.

4. As you can tell, no pictures of this pregnant lady are available...the baby is big. I also just noticed when I looked in the mirror, my butt wants to be proportional with my belly. I'm pretty much symmetrical.

5. I stripped down last night (in a totally non-sexual way) and asked Dan to search for stretch marks. He said he didn't see any...if I find some after this baby is born, heads will spin.

6. My 30 year old husband is playing Halo tonight. Let me repeat, he's 30.

7. Since when did Ellie become my buddy? She constantly cuddles with me, sits on my lap, and last night when she came into our room, she put her arm around me, and gave me a kiss. I think Dan is jealous. She's suffocating me.

8. I've officially decided that telling family/friends name choices is a bad idea. Everyone's a critic. As for now we have three names sporadically written on a calendar, whatever day this kiddo is born on will determine his name. Sorry if you don't like it family members, just pretend.

9. Why is it that my maternity clothes are tight in the belly, and too big in the boobs. I mean, I'm finally filling an A cup...that's got to be worth something, right?

10. Last, but not least...I'm investing in cloth diapers. Go ahead, tell me I'm gross and a granola. I've already heard it.

Christmas, No Mas

Anyone notice that as the family gets bigger, more drama arises...ugh. I love Christmas, but it is getting to the point that the smaller the party, the better. :)


We were able to spend some quality time with Uncle Rory, Aunt Joni, and Shannon this year. We had a girl's night in Salt Lake, and we were able to take Shannon and Ellie to Babes in Toyland, and spend the night at Little America. Ellie loved the play, and it might need to be something Dan and I implement with her.


Christmas morning was fabulous...Ellie slept in until 9:30. I love that kid. I can remember my brother waking up at 4 am to sit among his presents. He would wake my little brother and me up too, and as soon as we got upstairs...my Dad would yell for us to go back downstairs. Thanks for nothing Aaron.

Ellie got three more baby dolls...I think our total is now up to 25. She also got a Jack-in-the-Box, and a Snow White Barbie Doll (the three things she asked for), not to mention the plethora of other gifts. The girl was spoiled this year. :)




We did get to chat to Benny. Hard to believe that he'll be coming home in four months!! I miss that kid.

"I really like dancing on stage."

Apparently Ellie is a born performer. She had her Christmas Dance recital Thursday. She loves ballet, and looks forward to it every week. She's bummed that she doesn't get to go to dance until the beginning of the year. Dan and I were so proud of her...she's definitely no nonsense when it comes to dancing. :)

She also LOVED putting on makeup, and having her hair done. She told us that she looked just like Belle on Beauty and the Beast.

Here is a snippet of her first dance.



And here is part of her second dance.

Grandma GiGi brought her flowers (don't mind that her mascara smeared...Santa came, and she thought we were going to leave without seeing him).

She would still prefer to admire Santa from afar. Apparently he is welcome to bring her presents, but he can't come in the house. One of her friends from dance class waited in line with her to sit on his lap. I guess a little reassurance from someone your own age helps with fear...who knew?

Happy, Merry Whatever....

So, I'm behind on pictures...possibly as far back as Ellie's birthday. I've always hated scrapbooking, and I thought I'd be better at this (outlook not so good).

Here's Ellie about six months ago, on her birthday (YIKES!!).

Low key pool party.

I think I already posted her presents, just not pictures.

Family Reunion at the farm.

Only the best waterslide ever.

She actually let me take pictures of her this year...what a difference a year makes.

Ellie wanted to be a scarecrow for Halloween. She is proudly standing by the Jack 'o' Lantern she and Dan made.

Ellie, Grace and Laney before hitting up the neighborhood for candy. Ellie really enjoyed trick or treating this year. Last year she wanted to hand out candy, and she was quite disappointed that we didn't let her go to more houses...well, next year we know. :)

Thanks for indulging me. I now feel fully caught up, and ready to move onto the next post. :)

Name that Movie....

Hi Blog...

It's me, Katy. I'm sure you've forgotten about me by now...let's just pretend that we skipped November this year (I'm trying to spare your feelings, here). November was uneventful anyway (I think, I didn't write anything down, so I imagine nothing happened...).

I'm already getting the, "So, when are you due?" comments, and, "Wow, you must be having a BIG baby.", and, "You still have a LONG time!!" I don't dare say that I'm actually due (I mean, I think I know) two weeks later than the February 13th I've been telling everyone. Yes, this kid will be 12 lbs....go big or go home. I plan on having a 20 lber, so I can be in the news. These kind of comments have possibly sent me into my anti-socialization mode.

My mom takes pictures of my lovely, lady lumps for Ben (I'm sure he wants to see them), but I try to erase them before I leave her house. Who needs that kind of incriminating evidence?

I still haven't told my second graders that I'm expecting. When they ask if I'm going to have a baby. I just tell them I had a big lunch...possibly a Kindergartner. Yesterday a boy in my class said, "C'mon we already know you're having a baby." to which I said, "Then quit asking me about it, Mr. Know-it-all!!" Was that too harsh?

Four year olds kind of suck rocks. I loved 1-3, but four...ugh. We've been practicing like crazy for the circus. Is four too young to join? It doesn't help that she repeats everything I say, in the same tone I said it when she's mad at me. I tell you what, if she says, "Listen to me when I'm talking to you!!" one more time, I'm gonna lose it!!

Boy names...they suck too. This kid in me, not only is he a tanker, but he is also a mover and a shaker. He often kicks Ellie. I can't wait until he is old enough to pull her hair. I've also taken up snoring. The baby and I work together to make it impossible for Dan to sleep. I snore, and the baby kicks all night (enough to shake the bed). Broken ribs are possibly in my near future.

Dan told me this year that he refuses to take the day after Thanksgiving off next year. He said he works harder that day than he would if he went to work. Everyone knows Christmas goes up the day after Thanksgiving...and if you don't...we need to have a serious chat.

Again, I apologize blog. I'll post pictures of Halloween and such when I find my camera...it is probably hiding under my bottom somewhere, but I can't really maneuver myself off the couch to see...