David gave me one of the best birthday presents I could ask for. And he kept it a surprise too! I’m so proud of him for keeping a secret from me for almost a month! He planned a slumber party for me. No boys. No babies. Just my girlfriends. Awesome!!
I’ve decided to do a sewing project for baby #2. Ever since using my cousin’s huge receiving blanket last summer, I’ve wanted some but didn’t want to pay a lot for them. So a $20 trip to the fabric store provided me with four big blankets and some matching burp rags. They sure look homemade, but I’m rather attached to them since the finishing stitch around the edges took me over an hour to sew for each blanket. Granted, most of the time seemed to be spent on trying to refill the bobbin. I guess it was good entertainment for David who kept laughing while hearing me grumble or make strong exclamations at the machine.
Not to complain, though. I’m thrilled to get my Grandma Hill’s old Pfaff machine, which my parents and Rex chipped in to get repaired. It was an expensive Christmas/birthday gift, more money than it costs to get a new cheap machine from Costco or somewhere. But the Pfaff is also worth quite more if I sold it. I don’t know that I will sell it ever. It’s a link to a very dear woman, and I can imagine Grandma sewing the stuffed animals she made for me.
Sleep deprivation leads to interesting side effects. David and I have developed hearing problems. I’ve realized that it does no good getting mad at him for saying “Huh?” every time I say something to him. Now we just repeat what we thought we heard.
David: “Huh? You need to grebber garble gooka?”
Jenni: “No! I need to grab the diaper bag!”
(I just made that up because I can’t remember what we’ve actually said, but it’s a lot like that.) Needless to say, our processing skills are a bit shot, just as our eyes are blood-shot.
“Captain Harville, though not equaling Captain Wentworth in manners, was a perfect gentleman, unaffected, warm, and obliging. Mrs Harville, a degree less polished than her husband, seemed, however, to have the same good feelings; and nothing could be more pleasant than their desire of considering the whole party as friends of their own, because the friends of Captain Wentworth, or more kindly hospitable than their entreaties for their all promising to dine with them. The dinner, already ordered at the inn, was at last, though unwillingly, accepted as a excuse; but they seemed almost hurt that Captain Wentworth should have brought any such party to Lyme, without considering it as a thing of course that they should dine with them.
“There was so much attachment to Captain Wentworth in all this, and such a bewitching charm in a degree of hospitality so uncommon, so unlike the usual style of give-and-take invitations…
“On quitting the Cobb, they all went in-doors with their new friends, and found rooms so small as none but those who invite from the heart could think capable of accommodating so many.” – Persuasion
I wish I knew the Harvilles. I find myself identifying with them because of having a small home, and I’m always happiest when it is packed with the people near and dear to me.
Here’s another movie of Rachel’s boys and our trip to the Oregon Zoo. We originally planned to hit the Children’s Museum, but the nice lady at the admission desk warned me that it’s really meant for toddlers through 7 year olds. Yikes. Good to know (Luke, Jesse, and Stephen are ages 8-11). So we walked across the parking lot and spent a fun afternoon at the zoo instead.
For the past couple of years, my friend Rachel’s boys have come to Washington for a summer visit. Being that they live in Montana (sniff sniff), I was granted the opportunity to take them out for a day of fun while they were here visiting family in our neck of the woods. The following is a movie of our trip to the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry, aka OMSI.
A year ago in August, we flew to California for our cousin Kevin’s wedding. Since I’ve completed my scrapbook projects for now, I’ve been editing video projects that have been on the back burner, obviously, for a long time. So the following movie is our adventures misadventures in trying to rent a car upon our arrival at LAX.
“The pregnant body produces a hormone called relaxin. This is what loosens the pelvis making it mobile to help your baby be born. However, this can also cause waddling! I also refer to this as “feeling like a Barbie with her legs pulled off.” This is only temporary, and while it may be a pain now, come birth time you’ll be rather grateful!” – Pregnancy Week by Week
It’s little nuggets of information like this that help me feel less embarrassed about my body during pregnancy. I laugh about it rather than let it stress me out- usually (I am hormonal sometimes and can cry about anything on a bad day).
I love the tropics! Especially Maui since our honeymoon was there. And I love the flowers there, specifically Hibiscus flowers. In college, my roommate, Iruru, had a beautiful red one, and since then, I’ve been keeping my eye out to buy one for myself. So yesterday, when I found some at New Season’s, I was so excited! David bought me one for my birthday, and I’m so happy every time I look out the window to see the gorgeous blooms on my porch.
Rachel and I figured out we’ve known each other for 11 years now – since before her first son out of three was born. Now that she’s moved to Montana, married a great guy, and has a daughter, it was time for a visit.