The Ad Execs Must Be So Proud

The Prince has only recently begun to draw pictures on his own. In the past few weeks I've gone through paper and scotch tape like you wouldn't believe. I'm relieved though, because I used to love to draw and color as a child and I was starting to think there was something wrong with him.

This is what he was inspired to draw yesterday morning:

Yes, that is the money you'd be saving if you switched to Geico.

Clarification

I think some readers misunderstood what I meant when I said I thought women who scheduled c-sections for convenience were crazy. I was talking about women who decide they'd like to have such and such a day as a birthday for their kid or a certain date/time works with their work schedules, etc. Not women who need one for medical reasons, like being overdue or something like that.

Sorry if I've offended anyone.

He's Out!

Well, the Little Prince decided to make his debut into the world the day before my due date. As I suspected, we had to go in and get him. I was in labor all day and actually dilated all the way to ten centimeters, but the little guy was so happy and cozy he just didn't want to come out. So I ended up having a c-section.

Having given birth both ways now I can honestly say that I think women who schedule c-sections for convenience are out of their minds. Here I am, one week later and I'm still having trouble getting around. Thank God my mother is here to help me because I honestly don't know what I'd do without her. Talk about pain! I admit, I'm a wimp. I get dizzy from paper cuts. But this is a new pain, one I'd rather not feel again.

I'm rambling. I haven't slept much. I don't know when I'll post again. In the meantime, here he is.

Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

We are a family of floppers. Our home, for the most part is designed for comfort. When you walk in you don't feel like you are in a museum. It's our home, we live here and we flop here. There are a few exceptions of course. The living room/dining room is for when we have guests (which is like never) and I try to keep the furniture in those rooms relatively presentable at all times. Translation: No one is allowed in those rooms without express permission of me, Mommy Queen Of Everything. The only one I let slide is William our cat because, really, have you ever tried to get a cat to listen to you?

But seriously, you can flop in any other room in our house. Put your feet on the furniture, I could care less. Make yourself at home. Mi casa es su casa, you know? I do, however, have a bedroom ensemble that I am quite fond of and am trying to keep presentable. It has a quilt/bedspread that I refuse to let the King use as a blanket. Call me crazy, but I take it off of the bed every night and fold it in the closet until I make the bed in the morning. The King and I each have a floppy blanket that we use to sleep with and if we drool all over those, who cares?

The King has been known on occasion (much to my chagrin) to ignore my request of not using that quilt and just go to sleep. I've let him slide for the most part because it's usually after a long day at work and I can tell he's dead tired. But last night, LAST NIGHT I was two steps behind him going to bed. Don't you know he crawled right under that quilt without a second thought? So what did I do? I tried to take it off the bed. The King held on for dear life. Thus began battle 6, 723 of Why We Don't Ever Use Said Quilt For Sleeping.

Him: "It's a BLANKET!"
Me: " No, it's not, it's a BEDSPREAD!"
Him: " I have rooms I'm not allowed in, I have couches I can't sit on and I have a BLANKET I can't use. It doesn't make sense!"

We are by now laughing our asses off because we always have this discussion about the BEDSPREAD. The Prince, hearing the brouhaha from his room decides to come in and give his opinion of the whole situation. Bless him, he came down hard on my side.

King: "It's a BLANKET!"
Prince: "It's a BEDSPREAD!"
Me: "Can't you just let me have a few nice things?"
Prince: "This BEDSPREAD, it BRIGHTENS UP THE ROOM!"

He's five and even he knows a good thing when he sees it. I love that little boy.

39 Weeks

Well, I'm still here. And still pregnant! My due date isn't until the 18th. I thought for sure I would have had this baby already since I'm freakin huge, but no, he's comfy in there and I'm going to be pregnant forever. Sigh.

My mother is coming to visit on Saturday. I haven't seen her since my dad's funeral back in January. Hopefully all will go well. She hasn't travelled alone in years and she is stressing majorly about it. I keep telling her she is making way too much out of a simple plane ride, but she is really worrying. I keep telling her to ask for help if she needs it and to make sure to tell people she can't hear and to speak up. I feel sorry for her. To be so nervous all the time must take it's toll on you.

We put up one of those 2 ft. kiddie ring pools for the Prince this weekend. I was looking forward to a little sun and fun today and wouldn't ya know it, it's cloudy. The Prince likes the skimmer. He was outside all day yesterday standing by the pool holding the skimmer. When the King asked him what he was doing he said he was on "bug duty." We'll see how long that lasts.