Eating my words

A previous post in April 09 went something like this:

Andrew: "I want you to buy me a baby sister."
Todd: "We can't buy you a baby sister!"Andrew: "Well then I want you sell a baby sister."

Just to be clear there is no baby sister in the works either naturally or on the black market anywhere. We are still our little Bardsley unit of three. Perhaps another pet will be added to our family but I can't guarantee it will be a girl especially because out of the three dogs and four cats I have ever owned, not one has ever been a girl. I think I was destined to be surrounded by boys.

So now in August I am totally eating my words. Happily. :-)

The Winner Is...

Team Pink!

Team Pink or Team Blue

We have invited some of our family and friends

To be there when we find out

If our little baby is a future Girl or Boy Scout.

Who is in favor of Team Pink or Team Blue?

Our guests will wear the colors to vote for the gender of Bardsley Baby #2.

Wearing Pink or Blue proudly is a must.

The winners will be treated to a round of drinks on us!

This Saturday we will be joined by several of our friends and family for dinner and a very special cake dessert. The only people that know the gender of our little baby is the sonographer, the nice lady at the front desk of my doctor's office and our cake baker. Jerry with Cakes By Jerry in Cedar Park, TX will be dying the cake batter either pink or blue. After dinner on Saturday night, Andrew will cut into the cake and share the secret that our little baby has been holding onto for the last 20 weeks. Soo... what do you think it is?

Scorpion In My Pants

I wish the title of this post was some kind of metaphor for something silly but the truth is, I really did find a scorpion in my pants. My little friend hung out in my pants for an hour and half before he made his presence known by tickling my bum while I was at work. I immediately grabbed it from the outside of my pants and streaked down the hallway with my pants coming down faster than I was running. It stung my thumb in the process but wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been.
Now this isn't the first time I have found a critter in my pants but this time he hung out a lot longer than I would have expected. Todd is no stranger to scorpions either. Several weeks ago a dead scorpion slipped out of his pants onto the kitchen floor and since we have moved to Georgetown he has had one crawl under the arch of his bare foot and another tickle his bare chest while he laid on the floor. Although I have been stung twice and the pain was really mild both times, I worry about Andrew and the baby. Our monthly pest control spray isn't quite doing the trick. Any suggestions are welcome!

Pregnancy Moments

I had completely forgotten how ridiculously stupid I get when I am pregnant although it is nice to at least have an excuse for the next 7 months for odd behavior and loss of everyday works like the word plum. Plum. P-L-U-M. I was staring right at the darn thing and I could not for the life of me remember the name of this little purple fruit that I see every Sunday at the grocery store. Amazing. So this brings me to "pregnancy moments" because it seems like I am always having a moment of some kind. At least now they have a name... for awhile anyway. So a few of my favorites just in the last week alone:

Moment #1
I have washed my face with shampoo the last two mornings in a row. Seriously. What is that about? One says Olay and the other says Dove. One is on the top rack and the other is waaaayyy at the bottom. How does this happen?

Moment #2
Agreeing to pay CVS $160.00 for a prescription for prenatal vitamins. Granted the moment I handed my card over I regretted this and got my money back. Apparently (and this might count as a moment too) you can buy over the counter prenatal vitamins and I had no idea. How did I not know this?? Did I somehow forget am I just that unobservant?

Moment #3
Gagging violently and very loudly immediately upon entering Andrew's summer daycare and then crying out even louder "Did someone vomit in here or what?". I was greeted by the director who kindly advised that they had just waxed the floors and asked "are you okay ma'am?" while Andrew looked on horiffied by his mother's embarrassing display. I then abandoned him and I do mean litterally abandoned him because he later told me that I left him all alone and he was scared (or did he say scarred?). So I fled to his empty classrom and introduced myself to the tiniest toilet I have ever seen just long enough to revisit my breakfast. Afterwards I had to walk down the hall of shame car passing teachers and parents who all had that "awww poor thing" look. A few had the "ewww what is up with her" look. At least I have an excuse and when I start showing I can finally prove it.

If it's a boy

If it's a boy can we name him Wolfy? Or Luke Rubenstein?
If it's a girl can we name her Doodley?
I tell Andrew all of the time that no idea is a bad idea so I have obliged (somewhat) and agreed to add it to the list of possible names. For what you ask? For the new Bardsley baby joining our little family in January. That's right. Our quiet, schedule oriented, perfectly budgeted little life is about to get a major shock to the system but we could not be more excited or nervous (you pick) about the impending arrival of a new member to our family. Actually I just get tired thinking about it but honestly I get tired just thinking about doing anything these days. I haven't even clipped a coupon in weeks. I actually threw one away yesterday because I was too lazy to put it away. The Shock Of It!! I am almost certain that at this very moment the local CVS is putting out missing person fliers looking for their "coupon queen" who has gone MIA. I better check in with them soon. Even the pharmacy keeps calling me asking me to visit. Or maybe they just want me to pick up a prescription. Either way, I know they miss me.
But I am just way too exhausted to make the effort. Maybe next week. I keep telling Todd I know it looks like I am just laying here doing nothing but seriously I am totally swamped over here building a baby and creating life so could you hand me the remote?

Lego My Cupcake

Andrew's 5th birthday...