Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Disney Pics

Its a small world...

Really, it is. I remember thinking my parents were such dorks because they got so excited about bringing us on "Its a Small World" the first time we went to Disney. They thought it was so cool that they had gone on the ride as youngsters at the World's Fair back in 1885 or so, and now they were bringing us on it at Disney. Well, now I have brought my offspring on it as well and, well, it was kinda cool.

Overlooking the (man-made) lagoon at our resort. I don't look too pregnant here, do I?

Even here, you can just see a gentle roundness in the abdominal region. Not too bad.

Here I'm using a classic "cover the future baby up with the existing one" trick to conceal the bulge. One of the best reasons for having your second while your first is still small enough to lift and carry.

Whoops. That Hugo. He couldn't resist catching one from the side. There's no hiding it there.

My little princess was such a good girl all day at Disney. And luckily, she seems to have inherited a certain, shall we say, skin tone benefit, from her dad's side of the family. No sunburn for her. At least that made one of us.

Epcot isn't all that entertaining for 1 year-olds. But she tolerated it for our benefit. Until the fireworks at the end of the night. She wasn't thrilled about those.

Magic Kingdom was much more her style. She rode the carousel...

And Dumbo. On Dumbo, she seemed less than entertained. She was just like, "Oh well, if mom wants to go on this thing that goes up and down, I guess I'll humour her..."
We enjoyed staying at one ofthe Disney Resorts and we took the opportunity of our weekend trip to travel around and see a few of the other resorts as well. The Grand Floridian was beautiful and we decided we would love to go back and stay there sometime.
All in all, though it was just a short weekend excursion, we had a grand time and can't wait to go back someday and see it all again! Originally, we were thinking about doing a short cruise, since I had requested the time off and we wanted to do something fun that wouldn't require driving more than a few hours. Unfortunately, I found out that pregnant women aren't allowed to cruise past the 24th week and I was officially past that mark. So Disney was the next best option. The cruise will have to wait a year or so, because babies aren't allowed to cruise until they reach 6 months of age, so that will count us out once Chumby Pumby '09 makes his or her official debut.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

This Tuesday

I find that stuff happens on Tuesdays that I need to blog about. The kind of stuff that one needs to find a way to purge their soul of. Some people would write about it in their diary, some people would talk about it to their therapist or priest, others would just stew over it and then let it go. Me, I blog. I really don't even care if nobody ever reads it. Just kidding. I want everyone to know what a basketcase I am.
Tuesdays are a little stressful for me to begin with, because my work week ends on Tuesday morning and I only have a sitter until 2 PM, so I get about 5 or 6 hours of sleep if I'm lucky and I have to get up and function for the rest of the day. I've talked about it before.
This Tuesday, I found out upon waking up that my babysitter has decided to move back to Lakeland with her parents, and presumably will not be commuting to her babysitting job for us, so in a month I will be sitterless. My darling Sofia will be caregiverless. Oh no. I handled it fairly well, though and put it on my mental list of things to freak out about in about 3 and a half weeks.
When 6 O'Clock rolled around, I started to think about food, and what I would be feeding my family for dinner. I didn't feel like doing much, so after vacillating between the freezer, refrigerator and cupboards for about 15 minutes, I settled on a very easy menu plan for dinner. I had a thing of Velveeta Shells and Cheese. Easy. Not very nutritious, but easy. And tasty too. I also had chicken breasts in the frig. that really needed to be used up since I bought them about 5 days ago, so I decided I would sautee it in olive oil and cut it up into chunks and add it to the Velveeta, to dress it up a little. Not to mention make it a little more substantial of a meal for my meat and potatoes loving husband. I also had some delightful vegetable sides in my freezer. Birds Eye makes them and they come in this balck dish that you put right in the microwave and the veggies cook up perfectly, all dressed in a delicious savoury sauce. I pulled out the brussels sprouts one and stuck it in the microwave.
With dinner well underway and Hugo now home to entertain the baby, I took the chicken breasts off the stove and transferred them to a plate with a piece of paper towel to drain any excess oil before I added them to the macaroni and cheese. Luckily, I decided to try a chunk before I actually added them and it tasted awful! Rotten chicken is the worst. I spit it out and threw the rest into the trash. So much for that chicken. I decided that plain old Velveeta would have to suffice.
I took the brussels sprouts out of the microwave and took off the plastic film covering the dish. Hugo was watching Rachel Ray on the Food Network in the living room, and she was making something that had bacon in it. She said, "I don't know about you, but I don't think there's anything as good as the smell of bacon cooking..." Hugo got the strangest sensation just at that moment, because he swore he could smell bacon right then and there, but knew better than to think that such a thing was possible, because his wife is vehemently opposed to any pork products whatsoever and would never countanance the cooking of such a thing as bacon in her kitchen.
Well, meanwhile, in the kitchen, I was about to discover that the delightful savoury sauce that my brussels sprouts were served in was actually liberally endowed with real bacon. It really bugs the crap out of me when you innocently assume something that should be an entirely vegetable product turns out to have bacon in it. I forget to check sometimes and then stuff like this happens. Then, I dropped the spoon, coated in bacon sauce, on the kitchwen floor and had to bend over to wipe up the mess and then haul my considerable girth back up to a standing position. It was about this time that I said a VERY BAD WORD. Then, because I'm 6 months pregnant, I burst into tears. Hugo was just getting the baby settled into her high chair for dinner and bewilderedly asked, "What's wrong?"
"These damn brussels sprouts have BACON in them!" I burst out hysterically. Of course, I didn't have time to outline all the other things that had lead up to that being the straw that broke the camels back, so he was understandably mystified. However, he handled it with aplomb, assuring me that he had no problem with bacon in the brussels sprouts and promising to take me out for something later if I was still hungry.
After such a disastrous dinner experience, things started to look up. Hugo took me to Target, got me a pretzel and an ICEE (the perfect meal as far as this pregnant girl is concerned), and we picked out some new toys for Sofia, as well as a new pair of pajamas and a new, much lighter stroller so I won't give myself a hernia trying to load and unload it into the car. Then we stopped at the video store on the way home (haha, even though we haven't rented a video in years, I still call it the video store, much to Hugo's amusement) and rented some movies. I managed to stay awake until midnight and then went to bed and slept like a baby.
So that was my Tuesday. Wonder what delightful things will happen to make me curse and cry next Tuesday?...

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Camera Phone Gems

I often wonder how our parents ever captured any cute photo ops of us when we were little without camera phones (of course, with me, I know the sad answer to that question...they didn't). Some of my favorite images are stored away on my trusty Blackberry. Until now that is..
Just before the priceless moment...wait for it...wait for it...

After we went to the YMCA pool one day and found it inhabited by 100 fifth graders, we decided to head over to WalMart and get this $7 number for the backyard. Now when Hugo calls me from work, I can casually state that we're hanging out by the pool.

This little tug was hidden away in a corner at the urgent care center. We fished it out and had a grand time while Hugo was in the back getting tended to.