Here's a (wow it sure is blurry) of the cupcake tower we're going to make for her party in two weeks. It's from the back of the Betty Crocker cake mix box. However one thing baffles my brain....where do you find blue and neon green food coloring that is recommended on the recipe???? :)
Which makes for one happy momma 'cause I finally get to cut out all five bazillion squares of fabric for the rag quilt extravaganza for baby-who-still-has-no-name.
Pictured above are all of the fabric colors I am using.
The floral pillow case on top is so that you don't say to me like the lady at It's A Stitch did...."My, my, this is going to be a really bright quilt.....for a baby".
On the news about me, whatever deal I made with the Big Guy Upstairs, IT'S WORKING!!! No gallbladder pain. At all. And I think the bladder stuff has finally resolved itself too. Now the only hurdle, so to speak, that I must jump over is my glucose test today. So keep the prayers coming, friends. :)
Sorry to have left you there hanging with no information, except for that "we're ok" post a few weeks ago. I'm not always great about sharing things with friends and felt the need to really *hunker down* for a little while before I wanted to let you know what was going on. For that I do appologize. Thank you for the well wishes. It means a lot. Really.
Long story short :)
My lovely gallbladder is acting up with probable reason to have it removed in the following weeks before the baby arrives in September
A UTI that won't go away is now causing some contractions, but no meds or bedrest (ugh)
I am planning my post-baby thyroid removal surgery
In a nutshell, I've been crazy busy just keeping tabs on my own body!
Besides all that lovely stuff, baby-who-has-no-name is kicking up a storm inside and Emma is enjoying all that summer entails.
Stacey's post and parting scripture today was an exceptional one.
So exceptional that I felt compelled to post very favorite and special scripture that keeps me going in the rag quilt project extraordinare, extreme heat, pregnancy complications, and desperate attempt to not indulge in self-despair.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
She trains so well....just like her momma. We're trying out a borrowed booster seat because Emma has completely outgrown her carseat. Poor thing can't help being tall. I've got my eye on the new Britax boster seat and hoping that it will work. Our other options are pretty slim and pretty expensive!
Have you noticed its summertime already? I am really dreading the upcoming months because its only going to get hotter and hotter. I highly recommend NOT being in your 2nd and 3rd trimesters in the Texas heat. It ain't so fun. Ugh.
However, we have sought cool refuge at our local library on Wednesday mornings for preschool story time and crafting. I find it funny that there are only a handful of actual preschoolers present. The others are a little younger and I suppose if I weren't so pregnant and cranky on a daily basis, it probably would not bother me. What really bugs me is the parents who sit there and carry on sometimes rather loud conversations with other moms all the while telling their own kids to be quiet. Hmmm. Makes me upset and sometimes I do ask them to please be polite and go outside to chat. Which I hate to do, because I don't like confrontation, but sometimes something has to be said. Ranting over!
I'm still on the hunt for good color fabrics for baby #2' s rag quilt. Its harder than I thought. I am just too picky. But I will get it done. Even if its at the eleventh hour!
Yeah, that's Emma standing right next to her teacher. That's my girl!
However, I'm extremely relieved to report that her cheesy smile wasn't the cheesiest....that honor goes to her best friend, Nina, who is the hammiest, funniest little girl I've ever known. I keep telling Christine a job in showbiz is in her future. Her mom was a drama coach in HS, so the talent runs deep in the family. :)
That on some days I can be the most inattentive and neglectful parent on earth.
And its times like today that I learn the lesson the old fashioned way.
Earlier this morning as I was surfin' the net, catching up on emails and whatnot, Emma snuck into my purse to "make herself gorgeous" and me, being the aforementioned inattentive and neglectful parent I am admitting to, took a peek into the living room and saw this:
Can you see how much lipstick she used???
Does anyone have any recommendations as to how to remove lipstick off of the couch cushion?