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So... can you tell what Eggy's been digging these days?

My sister got her the rolling suitcase and the outfit from head to toe is from her GooGoo.  She loves it so much that she didn't even want to take it off for her nap.  I think she looks so cute.  But the pink glitter from the dress that she leaves all over the house?  Not so cute.  

So yeah, her favorite show right now is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on Disney Junior.  She makes us reenact scenes all the time with her.  And she's always singing random songs from the show.  

What the real song is supposed to be but I just don't have the heart to correct her.  Or tell her that it's Daisy, not Minnie, who's singing the the song.  

THREE!!!

It's been a long long day.  Actually, I think we celebrated Eggy's birthday the whole weekend.  So spoiled.  But I wanted to make sure she had a nice birthday since it'll be her last one as an only child.  Starting next year, she's pretty much going to have to share her birthdays with Bacon since they'll only be a week apart.  

Anyway, Eggy woke up this morning to a little surprise from umma and appah.  The girl loves her some balloons.  

A breakfast of cinnamon rolls

Spent the morning at the Aquarium of the Pacific (where she had her first birthday!) with a few of her buddies

After the aquarium and lunch, the hubs and I were exhausted.  And since Eggy didn't fall asleep in the car, I made us all take a nap together even though it was already past 3:30.  I don't think Eggy fell asleep until after 4:30 though because she kept wanting to play with the balloons.  After her nap, Eggy appah wanted to do a little photoshoot with all the balloons.  

And because I am lazy and it was getting late, we went to Wood Ranch BBQ for dinner where Eggy got yet another birthday dessert.  

I am in disbelief that my baby is three years old.  How is this possible?  But at the same time, there have been moments over the past few months where I've noticed how much Eggy is NOT a baby.  Not just because she tells us all the time: "I'm not a baby.  I'm a big girl."  Sigh.  And this fall, she's going to be starting preschool.  Preschool, people!!  If I didn't already have a second baby on the way, I'd totally have baby fever right now. 

Thank you Eggy for being the little amazing person that you are.  How we got so lucky I'll never know.  And even when you're being all dramatic and having diva attitude (you're three, not thirteen!), I still think you're pretty awesome.  I could not have asked for a better baby kid.  Just don't grow up too fast, okay?  I don't think your dad will be able to handle it.  We love you muchos!

35 weeks

I haven't been very good about blogging about Baby Dos.  In fact, I feel like I haven't done very much at all for this baby.  Poor second baby.  He's so going to have a complex.  Here we are about a month away and we still haven't decided on a name.  We've just been calling him Bacon.  I like it.  Even once he's given a proper name, we may still call him Bacon.
When I was pregnant with Eggy, I took belly pictures every week.  I signed up for those weekly pregnancy newsletter.  This time, no pictures at all.  Sometimes, I don't even know how far along I am.  When people ask, I just tell them I'm due in April.  I don't know if it's because it is the second child or because I'm lazy.  Probably both.
Ugh, is it because I'm older now or is it because I have a toddler to look after?  But this pregnancy is definitely more tiring.  I think I've gained the same amount of weight as last time but I just feel so much more uncomfortable.  My back is killing me.  But at the same time, I'm not in any hurry to get this baby out.  Because I know it's going to be a lot harder once he's here.
I had a dream a little while ago.  It's the only baby related dream that I've had for this pregnancy.  In my dream, I was getting an ultrasound, except it was like a video of the baby.  Anyway, he was huge.  Faaat.  He already had rolls on his arms and legs and a big belly.  He had chinky eyes and he was bald.  He looked like Buddha.  I remember I only had two baby dreams when I was pregnant with Eggy and that was that she was a girl.  And look how that turned out!  I really do not want to be having a 12 pound baby, even if I am having a c-section.
Speaking of, Bacon's official eviction day is April 8.  Yup, Easter!  Unless of course, he decides to come early which I bet he will.  Things never go according to plan.  The night before Eggy's birth, I jinxed us by saying to the hubby that I would end up giving birth on April 1 via c-section.  I was only supposed to go in that day so they could check my progress but they ended up keeping me there and inducing me.  (I was hoping that I could hold off until April 2 to be induced because I didn't want her to be born on April Fool's Day.)  Then, I ended up with an emergency c-section.  So this time?  Let's see... I predict that my water will break March 30 when I'll be sitting in a movie theater probably right at the climax of The Hunger Games.

Anyway, here is the one belly picture that I've taken this whole pregnancy.  (No, that is not a beach ball that Eggy is holding!)  This was actually taken a few weeks ago so my belly is even more swollen and bigger.  I might even have cankles, I'm not sure.  It's kind of hard to know when you can't see your feet.

Eggy and Bacon

What did she say?

So you know how some kids have like lisps?  Like their R's sound like W's or whatever.  It's so cute, at least when they're little.
Anyway, Eggy kind of has one.  Sometimes, her S's sound like D's.  She was talking to her dad about Snow White and it kept sounding like Do-white and her dad kept thinking she was saying Dwight.  And we were at the market one time and she kept talking about "dodges" and I had no idea what she was saying.  I finally figured out she was saying sausages.  But today?  This one takes the cake.
So Eggy and her appah were at the park.  Sometimes, she likes to collect sticks at the park and give them to us.  Anyway, they're getting ready to leave and Eggy notices that appah does not have the stick that she so carefully and thoughtfully picked out for him.  So she yells, "Where's your big stick, appah?"  Of course, when she said it, stick sounded like something else.  And her dad says, "I don't need it."  And she gets more upset, yelling even louder, "Yeah, you need it!  You need your big stick!  Where is it?"  If there was no one else at the park, it wouldn't be so bad but of course, there was another dad there with his two kids.  And the hubs doesn't embarrass too easily but he said he could feel himself turning red, especially since she kept yelling louder and louder about his missing big stick.

And the award goes to...

I'm not 100% sure if she really was faking or not.  I feel a little bad.  I guess I should be nominated for Meanest Mommy of the Year.  If she really was pretending, it's a little scary how well she faked it.  Hope she only uses her powers for good, and not evil.  

A Bedtime Story

Once upon a time, there was a pig.  A tiny pig.  And he eat some bok choy and cheese and bok choy and some more broccoli and some more broccoli and more broccoli and some noodle cheese (string cheese).  And some billy goats and some meatballs and some eggs.  And he grow taller to be a pig.  A BIG pig.  Yay.  And he live happily ever after.  The end.

In related bedtime news, I'm super excited that Eggy has been going to sleep BY HERSELF for the past few weeks.  This is awesome.  I read her a book, tell her a story, sing a song and then it's GOOD NIGHT!  And she goes to sleep.  Sometimes, she rolls around or just kind of sits there for a little while but I (or the hubs) no longer have to stay with her until she falls asleep.  When she's ready, she just lies down and goes to sleep.
The whole thing started when Eggy threw the biggest tantrum last month.  It's kind of my fault because I took her to park when we couldn't stay long because it was almost naptime.  Anyway, when I told her we had to leave, she had a fit.  Like the biggest fit I've ever seen her have.  Eggy is usually very good and rarely ever has tantrums.  I mean she gets attitude or moody sometimes but nothing major.  There was screaming and crying and she even hit me once.  Luckily, there weren't too many people at the park.  And I was more pissed than embarrassed.  It was like over 80 degrees (in January!) and I have to carry her scooter, her helmet, and a screaming toddler.  Oh, and I'm like 7 months pregnant.  Not fun.  So when we finally got home, we talked about it and I told her that I was very upset with her.  And that it was naptime and I was not going to read her any books or tell any stories and she was going to go to sleep by herself because I was still upset with her and I didn't want to sleep with her.  BUT that I would leave her door open a little bit and I would be right outside if she needed me.  She tearfully told me okay and good night (which almost made me cry).  But she didn't cry and she went to sleep.  And we did the same thing that night but I told her a story and all that.  I just said good night and I would be outside if she needed me.  There were a few times later in the week where she'd cry a little bit, saying that she wanted me but I was firm even though it was hard.  I could have just gave in to her tears but I know when Baby #2 comes, I'm not going to have the time to be laying down with her for every nap or bedtime.  And so far, it's been great!  I just hope I didn't jinx it.  

Happy Valentine's Day!

A big kiss from my valentine, Eggy!