Weekend in Review
Saturday night was fun - we didn't move locations and all, so it wasn't as crazy as I was remembering from BlogHer, but I love seeing my bloggirls, and there were more of them out than I have ever seen before! The promise of Redneck Mommy sure does bring 'em out, I'll tell you! Some of them I didn't even get to, but I did get to chat and catch up with Blue, Metro, Motherbumper, HBM, Sandra, Mimi, Mama Tulip, Crazymumma, Babbler, Lisa B.(who I had lunch with all afternoon on Friday - seriously, I got on the subway at 5!), and I know there were others who I am shamefully forgetting... It was a little loud, so my throat is feeling it, but I love me some blogger lovin', so it was good.
I would have liked to go out with everyone on Sunday, too, but when I work Saturday, I really can't give up my only weekend day to see my family and do some stuff around the house - like a whole whack of laundry, some floor scrubbing, and other glammy stuff. Damn. Totally should have gone out instead!
And! Went and got fitted for a baby sling. I didn't have one last time, but Miss Pumpkinpie didn't love the Bjorn, and I thought I'd try both this time. But wow, there are a lot out there, and the fitting charts always seemed to have me falling between sizes, so I went and sought professional help from the lovely people at the also very nice Baby On The Hip store on Queen E. that a friend recommended. So now I have this to look forward to wearing around:
I love the bright orange and aqua!
As I was on my way there, I was offered a seat on the bus, without even being obnoxious, but my maternity shirt gave me away. Really, maternity wear is so shameless! And I was fine, really, not rushed and overheated like on my morning subway rides, and said I was okay, but he insisted again, and it just seemed churlish not to sit down when someone was being so nice, and so I did. Which was nice, after all.
And Pumpkinpie demonstrated today that she knows how to spell her long, 9-letter name, and told us she would now like to learn to write it. Hmmm. Her fine motor is not great, but showing improvement lately, so maybe it could work. Ish. She has turned out a couple of awesome drawings this weekend, including this number, Girl Under a Rainbow,
as well as one of herself in bed, so detailed as to include hilariously oversized nostrils, at which I stoically did not laugh.
And finally, as I was getting dressed for that errand, Pumpkinpie saw me tugging on my maternity jeans, before I had a shirt on. They are the older, uglier style left over from my last pregnancy, with one of those stretchy panels that do nothing but highlight your big belly, necessitating covering them with a longer shirt. So she noticed this, and reached up and patted my tummy.
Pumpkinpie: Mommy, you have a big belly.
Kittenpie: Yes, I do.
KP: Um, I had a REALLY big lunch. I had soup and TWO salmon sandwiches. You only had soup and one sandwich, right?
PP: Yeah, and look how big MY belly is! [sticking it out as far as it will go]
KP: Right. Not as big as mine, is it?
Um, yeah. Good thing it should only be about a week and a half before I can spill, because I'm not so thrilled about lying to my kid! We have still to decide, though - tell her before her birthday in two weeks, or hold on until after? It might be a nce thing - she has, after all, been asking to be a sister for over a year now, but then, it's her birthday, right? What you you do?