So much to report... I'm happy to say I made it to prenatal yoga on Thursday and when I compared my bump to the other bumps standing in Warrior I Pose, I didn't feel so gigantic (despite some recent comments made about my expanding side profile). Pregnant or not, nobody likes being called "huge".
We had a breakthrough on Friday night @ 11 o'clock when Saige used the baby monitor as a walkie-talkie and called out, "daddy I have to go poop". Trev and I both sprang out of bed to witness a successful #2 moment (the only one of the weekend).
We postponed our "you went ______ on the potty" celebration for Saturday morning and here's our proud potty-goer sporting her custom sticker (and the 12-18 month denim GAP jacket that I picked up for Baby K at that Value Village sale - only a twoonie people!).
Sure she still wears clothes for 1 year olds, but our Saigerella is officially 35 inches and almost 26 lbs putting her between the 10th & 25th percentile for both height and weight. To be honest she doesn't seem that small to me, but maybe her big personality throws me off (and the fact that she almost fills up the entire length of our tub).
The stuff coming out of her mouth these days is just too much. She had me in tears the other night when she told Trev, "if I have to tell you again, I'll beat you". I think my tears were a combination of "haha... where on earth did she learn that from?" and "OMG if she ever repeats that in public I'll be without a job". *** For the record I don't beat my child, cross my heart.
I just have to say that I'm so thankful for this blog and the fact that so much of Saige's life is documented for me (and eventually her) to look back on and read. I often click on random posts from the past and think to myself "oh ya, I forgot about that" or "aww, I miss that" or "sweet Jesus someone get that bald baby a hat". Saige Marie AND Saige Wisdom have both changed my life for the better and I'm looking forward to Baby K's blog debut.
Our Sunday (or whole weekend rather) was spent nesting. I had a mini-anxiety attack at work on Thursday when I added up the total number of working days I have left before my September vacation/mat leave and the answer was 23. WHAT?! How did this happen? - okay I know how it happened - but how is it happening so fast? Baby K is less than 9 weeks away; so yes, our weekend was spent nesting, nesting and more nesting.
When we weren't doing our own version of TLC's "Clean Sweep" - keep, toss, sell - we were basking in and/or escaping from the summer-who-decided-to-show-up's heat. I got a rad sunburn, like 'look at my red & white zebra legs' rad.
* I've replaced the bag of Beneful with a small child.
I was browsing baby-related websites the other evening and stumbled across this... The Baby Morpher.
Impatient me is dying to know what Baby K will look like (especially since our Saigers came out 1 part old man, 1 part primordial dwarf):
So I took the ol' baby morpher for a test drive...
and apparently our genes,
are destined to create this gem.
* let me be the first to introduce you to our bouncing baby boy (who looks nothing like us) and let's hope he doesn't come out donning scuba gear :S