Pick one!

Alright peeps, I am not a huge Halloween person, but since I have a built in prop this year, I figure I aughta get over myself and dress up.

This would be really funny:


except I realized that I have serious love handles that would be hideous hanging out of those tiny shorts that my neighbors would never look at me the same. So I found some better more options.

There is the skeleton baby:


Mother Earth:


And the Beer Belly:


Whadya think? There were other really funny ones but they all involved painting my belly and I don't think that I could pull that off having to pick up a toddler all night. He would be covered in paint by the end of the night!

*I lifted these pictures from google images and blocked out the faces because they probably don't want their mugs on my blog :)

Status Update: House

So he left. What a relief. He left and took almost everything with him. He left us some "presents". An old bed, an old vacuum, to vacuum (?) our wood floors, a bunch of dishes, and a vitamin water with a pitcher. Um... thanks? Oh, and a layer of filth and dog all over every surface, cigarette butts, and some pretty good sized holes in the walls. Thank heaven for the cleaning crew coming next week!! Besides the work that has to be done before we can move anything in, it is amazing.

I met all the neighbors and am completely in love with my neighborhood. On Sunday I walked down to the beach and there was some awesome yoga happening on the lawn overlooking the ocean, complete with (I KID YOU NOT!) a Vietnamese pig.



Only in freaking California! I LOVE it!!

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!"

We bought a house. This house, to be specific:



Isn't it pretty?! I am in love with it.

It is in San Diego. Yes, I know we "live" in Phoenix, but we hate it here, and the housing market SUCKS(!) so we bought a house by the beach. Because we felt like it. We have owned the house for a month now, but have we seen the inside once? Nope. Why not? Because the previous owner is still living there. He is supposed to move out today (one of the many dates that he has said that he will be leaving thus far) and we are still not sure if he is actually going to be leaving today or not. Because he does not take our calls. Or our lawyers calls. We sicced the attorney on him after several times of changing his mind about leaving. He is living there sort of legally because he paid us rent for one month... but that month is up today, and I really want to knock on his front door and scream in a pregnant rage "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!"... but my attorney advised against that.

P.S. It was 111* here on Sunday, and almost October. Never more did I want to be somewhere, anywhere, other than here in my life. I was ready to drive to our house and pack his things myself, but G stopped me.

Hang up

My husband does this thing at the end of a phone conversation. It might be because he is British. He initiates ending the conversation, like this for example:

Him: Okay honey, well I gotta get going. I have this (very importantish thing) to do.

I go along, willing to end the conversation because I have nothing important to add, but expecting what is going to happen next.

Me: Alright then, I will talk to you later.

This is when most people say "Okay, bye" and hang up right? Cause that is not what happens next with G.

Recap:

Him: Okay honey, well I gotta get going. I have this (very importantish thing) to do.

Me: Alright then, I will talk to you later.

Him: Okay, oh hey, did you check the mail?

Me: Yes, there are a few bills.

Him: Okay, I really gotta run.

Me: Alright honey, see you later on. Love you.

Him: Love you too... Oh hey, did you hear about Jill?

Me: Yeah, sounds terrible huh...

Him: I know! Can you imagine. Oh no! It's raining! I gotta go!

Me: Okay, Bye

Him: Oh hey honey, did you ever get a hold of your mom about tomorrow?

Me: Yeah, she said it is fine.

Him: Okay. Talk to you later.

Me: Okay, bye...

Him: How is the baby?

Me: He is playing with his blocks. He is in a good mood.

Him: Okay honey, I really have to go.

Me: Okay, bye

Him: Okay, bye! Love you

Me: Love you too.

click

There is a minimum of 4 attempts to end the conversation before it actually ends. He just loves me so much he can't hang up...

25 weeks

From the front, I look fairly normal. A little heavier than normal for me (and in UGLY clothes), but normal.



But from the side? Ha! This picture does not really do the basketball justice. The shirt is a little baggy. It is pretty big. I have 15 weeks more of growing, and well, it is not getting any smaller. I had a lady tell me the other day that her belly was this big when she went in to labor at 40 weeks. I wanted to sock her in the nose.


Please excuse the bags under my eyes and dirty mirror. It has been teeth week here (the little guy has 6 coming in!) and we are all a little groggy. You are lucky I changed out of my drool covered shirt.

Listen, Love, Buy.

This is an album that was put together by the VERY talented Ryan Marshall over at Pacing The Panic Room. I have been reading his blog from the start and admired the progression of his work. His stepson has Smith Magenis Syndrome, (which has too little known information) and the entirety of the proceeds from this album go towards a grant supporting research of this syndrome (that Ryan set up!). The music is mostly for kids, but will not make your ears bleed a la Barney. I bought it, and my little peeps love it.

Listen, love, buy.

Summer Video

In case the photos didn't do it justice, here is how we spent our summer:

Summer 2010 from MissM on Vimeo.