My sister-in-law Rachel made me these. She's the one who has bags on Etsy (www.etsy.com/shop/HenrieCreations).
She made them for me this summer, before we knew if the baby was a boy or a girl, so she made accessories for me to add once we found out.
This was pretty much why I was rooting for a girl:
A few months ago, I was going about my buisness when I suddenly got overwhelmingly sad. There was no reason for it that I could identify, but the emotion was genuine and painful. As I felt myself welling up with tears, I noticed that I was thirsty. I got myself a big glass of cold water and, after drinking it, I was miraculously cured of my sadness. Not a trace left.
I've had many bouts of thirst-related sadness since. It's difficult every time I get that sad (it's still real sadness even though the cause is dumb), but it's nice having a quick and easy remedy for it. It has, however, had an unintended side-effect.
The other day, Gary was teasing me about something. I told him that he was going to make me sad. "That's okay," he responded. "I'll just go get you a drink of water."
While staying at my in-laws' house, Gary and I noticed that our nephew cat, Tony, had some matted fur on his neck. It was round and flat and looked just like a name tag on a collar.
We just couldn't help ourselves.
I think Nugget likes Jill better.
(Ignore the price stickers on his head; he always gets those after I go shopping at D.I.)
Nugget and I took a three-week vacation to visit family in Utah. Gary joined us for the last week. And now we're all back in Oregon again.
We're sure going to miss all the snow.
I took Nugget to the dog park today. We were both really excited: Nugget because he loves the dog park and I because it had stopped raining. But oh wow. Prepare to be disappointed.
Immediately after we entered the dog park, two very large dogs ran up and jumped on me. One of them punched my unborn child and the other nipped at my face. Then another dog charged up and full-on attacked Nugget. I had to rip the dog off of Nugget while simultaneously trying not to get bit, screaming "Stop it!", and attempting to get the two big dogs off of myself. It was a challenge and took a while because, you know, I'm six months pregnant.
When I finally managed to restore some sanity to the group of dogs, I looked up, wondering where the dog owners were and why they hadn't done a $&*# thing about what had just happened. They were all standing in a circle, discussing how infuriating it was when people brought their kids to the dog park.
"Like just the other day," one woman was saying, "someone brought in their little boy and my dog knocked him down THREE TIMES!"
"You know what you should do," another woman responded. "You should call the police and tell them that those people are endangering their children for bringing them in here."
"That's a good idea," the first woman agreed. "I'll do that next time."
Yes, yes, because when your dog knocks down a toddler THREE TIMES, you should definitely call the police on his parents. I mean, those people are so irresponsible. Seriously, control your children.
Nugget and I fought our way to the exit and left, covered in mud and murderous thoughts.
A little while back, I got an unexpected package in the mail. It was a present from my mommy. She had sent me some really cute bibs and burp cloths. I e-mailed her this thank-you message and picture:
Thanks so much for the presents! They fit him perfectly! :)
Love frum Jody.
She didn't think it was quite as funny as I did.