Don't Go Signing her up for the Iditerod

Payton does not do well in winter. She's a scrawny little thing and would rather not place her delicate paws in the cold, wet snow. It's frequent that a series of bribes and high-pitched coos are used to convince her that she does in fact need to get her butt out the door and do her "business". In fact, she's so ridiculous that she got herself marooned under Maggie's swingset slide the other day. Jason had let her outside and noticed about fifteen minutes later that she wasn't jumping up and down on the sliding glass door like the normal spazoid she is. So he called her name to come in, and then called again. Finally, he had to go outside and scoop up a shivering little ball of Jack Russell from her hidey-hole under the slide. I guess the long trek (15 feet) back to the patio door was just too daunting for her.

Maggie's New Favorite Word

Booger!

She can't say "I need a tissue," so instead she comes up to me and yells, "Booger Mama, Booger!" Fabulous.

Kill Me Now...

I spent an hour and a half looking for my car keys today. The last time I saw them was yesterday afternoon in Maggie's grubby little hand. I looked everywhere, under the furniture, in the furniture, in my purse, in my jacket, in the toy box, behind the TV, in the bathroom, in the garage, in the refrigerator, under the car, in my bedroom, in the laundry, in the dollhouse, even in the fish tank. The whole time I'm looking I'm trying to ask my darling little thief where she put them. She didn't know, but she have a grand ole time playing with all the toys Mama was tossing around the room. She did try to help a little though, and gave me her pink plastic keys as a consolation prize.

Wanna know where I finally found them? In a box of play-doh which had been put in the cabinet last night. I'm not even sure what made me look in the box of play-doh, thank god for mom-brain.

Cayman 2009

So lets see if Maggie can stay asleep just a few more minutes and give me the time I need to finaly write this post... please, please, please, please!

Maggie the world traveller spent another fabulous holiday season at her winter residence on Grand Cayman - otherwise known as "Gigi and Grandpa's Condo". She got to pet a turtle this trip, throughly bonded with her 10-year-old uncle "Guy", and spent so much time in the pool that she came back to the States with a very pleasant contact rash that she's still getting over.

Here are some of the best pics from our trip for all the Aunties and Uncles...

So Yeah, Pregnancy...

SUCKS! Yes, it's a miracle and a blessing. Yes, I love the result. And yes, I did this on purpose. But that does not mean I have to enjoy the process. In short, I am sick and tired... literally. I think I may finally be over the all-day-morning-sickness; HOWEVER, it has been replaced by all-day-heartburn which pretty much feels like the same exact thing. And before you get your undies in a bunch about my incessant whining... I'm pregnant, I can whine if I want to.

When I was pregnant with Maggie I was scared shitless about everything - even though nothing really happened. I got fat and I got heartburn, but that's about it. This time around I'm not scared, I mean I kinda know what to expect. I guess that's why God decided this time around I could handle the morning sickness, acne, exhaustion, prescribed "pelvic rest" (try to figure it out on your own, Jason was not at all pleased)and hormone suppositories, huge (painful) ta-tas, and just about every other annoying (albeit not quite debilitating) pregnancy symptom there is. Fun, fun, fun!

To finish up this post I'm going to stop my bitching and say just one more thing. I undoubtedly with turn to this blog to complain many more times. As I've said before, in many ways this is my outlet as much as your window into our lives. I can't complain anymore though, unless I make one thing crystal clear. We are SO LUCKY, so ridiculously, undeservedly lucky to have the chance to give Maggie a sibling and complete our family. I know not everyone has the same chance, and personally know too many women that would give anything to have things as easy as we seem to have had them. I will never, ever forget how precious this gift is or take it for granted(crap, now I'm crying, one more annoying pregnancy symptom) - even when I'm on my knees in front of the toilet wondering why in the hell I ever thought this was a good idea. Even then, I'm one lucky lady.