peek-a-boo, pjs, and pretty

My daughter has been waking up early as of late. I'm not sure why...maybe she senses the soon coming of her sibling? Maybe her tummy awakens her because of hunger? (She seems to be so hungry lately.) Maybe she just thinks I've had my fair share of sleep and she's going to help me out by waking me up? "C'mon Mom, let's get this day started ~already~!"

Whatever the reason is, it's early and there's no mistaking that.

Although I'm a wee bit disgruntled when I first reach that verticle position out into the chilled house from the toasty warm sheets, my mood seems to quickly lighten while watching my daughter eat her breakfast. All the while I'm making her eggs and toast and pouring her milk, she "Mmmmm!!"s. She giggles with great anticipation of the breakfast masterpiece I'm creating for her. And trust me, at the early hour we're up, it's far from a masterpiece, but she thinks it is - fine.by.me! She smiles and does silly little things that make it impossible to stay cranky.

Yesterday morning, she bit the center out of her toast and when I looked up at her, she was peeking at me through the hole. She melts my heart.



After running errands and nap time and x, y, and z that filled our day to the brim, we had a few minutes to relax at home before we'd head out to pick my husband up from work.

I rushed out the door with the little one and in the process forgot my cell phone. I always call my husband once I get to his work so that he doesn't end up having to wait outside for me. I call - he comes out. It's a good plan for us and it works. But it doesn't work if I forget my cell phone.

Problem was though, that I was in my pajamas. And barefoot. Casual pjs though - tshirt and thin cotton drawstring pants. I sat in the parking lot for awhile kicking myself for forgetting the phone.

"Ok I'm sure he'll just come out...yeah, he'll just come out...yeah..."

I wasn't very good at convincing myself as inside I knew he was not going to come out until I called. And the calling wasn't going to happen because I.forgot.my.phone.at.home.

Sparing my daughter the profanities that were swirling around in my head, I kept my mouth shut. I got out of the car and headed to the cargo area where I remembered I had a pair of grungy, old sneakers. They were dusty and dirty and full of burrs.

I slipped my barefeet into the yucky shoes, laced them up and headed back toward the front of the car to get the munchkin. It was at this point that I remembered just how hideous I looked in my pjs. Not only was it far from the distinguished look of a lady, but my pj bottoms were see through and good gosh, people were going to see my p-i-n-k u-n-d-e-r-w-e-a-r through them!

Idea!! Ah ha!

I'd simply carry my daughter and throw my purse over my shoulder...between the purse and her leg, my bottom would be fairly well covered.

The idea was a good one, except that my little one is at the age of wanting to be ~independent~! She wanted to walk herself into the building. Mommy didn't want that. So there we were - me in my pjs, grungy shoes no socks, VERY pregnant and lucky if my tshirt stayed down as to not expose my massive roundness, carrying a toddler that's squirming and wiggling to try to free herself from Mommy's grasp, while my purse was bouncing behind me with each struggling step toward the building.

We made it to my husband's office - and he.wasn't.there!

And of course the office had people in it. I apologized for my horrendous appearance and they brushed it off as no big deal, but the smirks on their faces said so much more.

Finally, he arrived out of no where. He didn't even notice how I looked - gave me a kiss and picked up our munchkin and asked me where we should pick up dinner.

I turned to the office staff, "See? He doesn't even notice when I look horrendous...I knew there was a reason I married him."

My husband looked at me with a "huh?" expression and we all just chuckled.

As we walked back out to the car I encouraged us to walk just a little.bit.faster.please so that I could keep my pink undies from being discovered. He laughed and apologized for taking so long.

Next time I ~will~ remember my cell phone.

So in the evening I was relaxing and wanted to paint my toenails. I was feeling festive and had picked up Santa Red nailpolish with a slight golden shimmer to it. I'm not quite sure how I finagled it, but I did manage to paint my toes all.by.myself! And I even did nail art with nail gems making it look like I have holly on my two main toes. It must have been a funny sight to see - me on the kitchen floor trying to prevail over the task at hand. I'm not sure you can see the nail art very well in the picture...but I feel festive and pretty - at least my toes do!