Every time I sit down to write my 7 Quick Takes Friday, I'm like HOW IS IT ALREADY FRIDAY?? And then I say "Colleen! Calm down! It's Friday, not Monday!"
Oh yeeeaaahhhh, it's Friday, y'all!
Well, my friend ended up having her adorable baby girl on Wed night so I don't get to watch a real baby being born in real time. I was so.so.close. I'm happy for her that her husband was able to be there for her before his Alaskan interview. I'm just sad that I wasn't able to be her coach and use the advice Phil gave me:
Don't be sympathetic or empathetic. Just cheer her on like you're watching her run a marathon. And when it gets to the point where she wants to give up, keep her focused on how close the end is.
Good advice, Mr. Martin. It's like you've been down that road once or fivesies.
|I hate the word "lovers" - blech, puke.|
I was putting the littles to bed last night, and the big boys went to their room, where Eamon had grabbed a book about babies being born, and was reading it. When I walked in, Andrew jumped up, embarrassed, and said "Mom, is this book for kids or moms and dads?" I looked at it and told him it was for kids, and he said "Well, they talk about virginias in it."
Somehow, I missed my blog's birthday.
She turned 6 on January 28th! Six years of nonsense, six years of fun.
Baby Martini is still nice and comfy in the transverse position. My midwife thinks he/she will turn on his own, but we only have 3 weeks left to make that happen before the dreaded version. (The lady is so calm in that video, it's oddly intriguing.)
Do you think Google is giving their subtle opinion to Sochi's Winter Olympics?
Maybe I'm reading too much into it.
I love the Olympics so much, and I think I'll have to revive my Notes from the Couch series from the last Olympics. Because there's nothing like an out of shape, non-Olympian, critiquing the world's finest physical specimens, amiright?
A lesson in manners, by Alexander Blaise:
Xander: Mom, I need to go to timeout!
Xander: Because I said "butt" and we don't say naughty words. We say nice words, like "You so pretty and I like you."
So there's hope for you moms of littles...by the fifth kid, they start disciplining themselves.
(They also learn words like "butt" from their older siblings, but let's focus on the positives, shall we?)
Have a wonderful Olympic watching weekend everybody!