Best way to entertain a small child at a *boring* reception full of adults and no friends to play with. A laptop, Veggie Tales (I Love My Lips Sing Along), and iPod headphones...
One of very few times I wasn't holding my camera. Not sure who snapped this one. Matt maybe? I must be working on something, I'm looking a bit intense...
Dancing fools. :) They love their dancing, as did Oceana! :) That's Drew's sister Nicola in the background. And yes, Drew is a Kiwi.
Kissy Kissy! The latest game between Daddy & Oce involves Daddy puffing out his cheek, Oce kissing it, and Daddy pretending it popped his cheek, causing a loud raspberry sound. This would be evidence of said game. Oh, and she's carrying my camera bag.
The temperature difference is incredible! 15C/60F at Cate's place today. And 26C/79F (and humid like a sauna) at mine. Eeesh! No wonder I was enjoying my time there! It was a quick reprieve from my preggo-induced heat misery. Oh well. Back to the humidity we go! Last night I wasn't thinking and slathered on some cocoa butter (the thick stuff) because I found the beginnings of three new stretch marks (I'm refusing to talk about it; denial is a good policy in this case). Only after I had slathered appropriately did I realise I was now full greased and hoping to sleep in my nothing-less-than-steam-room-of-a-bedroom. Hmm... I've made smarter moves. I'm still greasy this morning. Ick.
This little girl. Nope. Still no name. She's happy - kicking and rolling as always. She kicked me strong enough that I said "Ouch" outloud the other day. Sometimes the kick requires more skin than my body provides.
Skin tags. One of those :related to pregnancy: things no one ever tells you until you say, "What the heck is this skin tag doing here?" Well, I have one. Or I think I do. I have to ask my midwife today. It's on the back of my neck and it's driving me nuts. It weeps constantly, and when it's not weeping (and smelling funky) it's dry and crusty and getting hair caught in it. Gross, I know. Believe me, I'm living with it! I have every intention of GETTING RID OF IT in the next day or two. Just had to check with my midwife before I tried anything crazy.
Oceana's in a touch-everything, get-into-everything, pretend-I-didn't-hear-you-say-no mood. That's all I have to say about that.
I'm learning to cope with my glue on nails, but I'm still a bit out of sorts. I'm hoping to keep them on until after Valentines Day. I also need to make sure we get a chance to get out for V-day. This morning I pushed the microwave door-opener-button and the nail didn't come with my finger, instead choosing to get stuck on the actual appliance. Crud that hurts!
Now I need to start funneling things back where they belong, and out of the suitcases that are slowly vomitting themselves onto my living room rug. I should really get on that, since I have a Heads of Department meeting this afternoon and will be too tired when I get home to care about doing it. I really should.
Home again Home again Jiggity Jig is something my mum said when we were kids. Havalah and I both think it's from a nursery rhyme. I googled it, and found this. My mom said the first two sets, not the third set.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.
Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme