Things I'm dying for today

INK! Ink ink ink...



But alas, I'm gainfully employed and actually enjoy my job. Better not push it.

SUNDRESSES!



I accidentally stumbled into Target the other day and they have all their bathing suits and cute little sundresses out. If only it t'werent January and I hadn't swallowed this beach ball...

AN ENDLESS POOL!



The deal is: Dallas gets his motorsnickle, Amy gets her endless pool. What I think Dallas doesn't realize is that he's a winner either way. My butt will get SO toned in this thing.

MOCCASINS!



But wait! These are already on their way to my doorstep! Score!

MY LONG HAIRS BACK!



Because this is totally what I look like with long hairs. ;) Everytime I cut it off, I like it for approximately 8 days, then spend the next 8 months growing it out again.

PEPSI SLUSHIE!



Because yum.

32 Weeks

Welp, here I am at 32 weeks. I feel like I've really grown even in just the past two weeks! Psst... my belly button is on the verge of being an outie - but don't tell anyone. It's weird.

Our appointment last week was good. He weighs about 4 pounds now and is approximately 19 inches long! When they asked how everything else was going, Dallas informed them that I've taken up snoring. I don't believe him. Also, I'd gotten sick last week and my ribs have been hurting me ever since. They said it's possible I tore or fractured something whilst puking, so now I'm going to great measures not to laugh, sneeze, or cough. The laughing is impossible, because I'm married to Dallas. The sneezing and coughing are tough too, but it's tolerable, and I sure don't want to take any x-rays or pain meds with little Severin in there. So I'm settling for whining constantly about it instead.



Thanks again for the tank tip, Staci! I've not really worn anything else since I bought them.

And speaking of buying things. It's January, the bleakest of the winter months, and real sucky around here so there isn't much to do. Dallas just works all the time and I alternate between eating and napping. So on the weekends we feel like we need to break the mold a little, but this really can't involve anything outdoorsie because I complain a lot.

So we shop.

Look at a couple of the cutsie little things we found for Mr. Severin. :)




EEEKKKK!! Can. Not. Wait. to get him in his little overalls! I still need to find some cowboy boots. It's quite a mystery. Before we knew what we were having, we found little baby boots everywhere. Now that we know we want a boy pair - nada.

And now for your listening enjoyment on this bleak, sucky, thankfully the last day of January:

For "Mad Dog" Severin "Heads" McCarter, from his uncle

Mad Dog's a comin,
He's ready for the world
Such a bitchin little dude,
I'm so glad its not a girl!

Ima have him chokin kids
when they try to steal his blocks,
Packin little plastic hammers,
Boppin foreheads, leavin knots.

A crazy little baby,
Straight G from the womb,
When he dies, 3 days later
He'll be missing from his tomb.

Flippin birds at his teacher
When they tell him settle down
"I'm da boss up in this b*tch,
I'm bout ta push you to da gwound!"

Rollin trikes on 26's
with the streamers made of gold,
He's a little like his uncle,
Never doing what he's told

Can't wait till he can talk
So I can teach him how to spit
All the nasty little rhymes
With a lyrical wit

Just a little longer
and he's here to stay
Then he'll be droppin bombs for you on
THUG TUESDAY

:)

I've got this on repeat. Sooo delicious...

Huh?!

It was just me and Toby on our own last night because Dallas is in KC for training this week and the weather was horrible yesterday, so he just stayed put instead of driving back and forth. I hate to be there without him, but was thankful not to have to worry about him driving in the snow. Our office shut down early which was really nice. The weatherman told me this morning that we ended up with 8.7 inches. That's a lot of inches!

Toby loves the snow. He puts his little nose down in it and runs around like a little snow shovel, kicks it up, eats it. And he's no dunce. When he was in the mood to frolic a little, he'd go whine at the door. I couldn't figure out why he had to potty so much till I figured out what the little booger was doing - running a few hot laps then coming in to warm up. Stinker.



Once he'd burned all his energy, he was ready to settle down and watch some HGTV with me. We laid on the couch and he was snuggled on my tummy until Severin decided that it was his turn to run some hot laps.

Toby could NOT figure out what was going on! Uhhhh, Mom? Everything ok in there??



Hehehahahaa...

Cussin

Mom: Can I drop a bag o cake off to you?

Me: Are you kidding me?! Hell yes you can drop off cake! (Yeah, I just totally cussed.)

Mom: Hahahahaha...

Me: I think I'm going to start cussing. It sounds so bad ass coming out of me.

Mom: We're here, dammit.

Me: MOTHER!

Mom: Just taking after you!

Me: Backfire....

30 Weeks

Me: Severin is able to grasp your finger now!
Dallas: He is?!
Me: Yeah! He's a little toughy pants.
Dallas: My boy is strong! *Pulls at bib straps*

We've not been great about remembering to take belly pics. Most of what we do have is the result of prompting from Grandma Stearman. All of what we have is me, right before bedtime, in sweats, no make-up. Plus, we still suck at the art of taking pics, so every one Dallas snapped resulted with me canning it because "My second chin looks bigger than my real chin!" or "I look like a haggard old re-re!" Ahhhh, what glorious memories we'll have to cherish later. ;)

NKOTB

My brother and I both have a real love for music. For the most part, though I'd say both our tastes are rather.. interesting, we tend to agree on what is good and what needs to go away and die.

Avenged Sevenfold = good.

Dave Matthews Band = needs to die.

Chevelle = good.

Any song that has been re-made into a country song = needs to die.

Tanner's affinity, I think, comes from a true appreciation because the man actually has musical talent. He can play the guitar, he can sing, he can even keep a beat! These things are totally lost on me.

My love, I believe, comes from the fact that I've got no musical inclinations whatsoever. And you know how you want/are attracted to things in life you don't have, or can't get, or don't really understand? That's me. That elusive beat in the song, me trying to clap along like a pre-schooler who watches everyone else's hands clap to try to hurry up and do it on time. *sigh*

Anyway - Tanner's suggestions are usually pretty on point but here lately, he's veered off onto an odd, not-so-good path. He keeps arguing with me that these bands are, in fact, talented, and that I need to be more open minded. I wholeheartedly disagree and have been scratching my head over his newly acquired bad taste.

But then mom sent me a picture of us as kids that brought it all back in to perspective.



Please note the Vanilla Ice hair-do and the New Kids On The Block watch that he just HAD to show off in this photo.

Apparently his bad taste was acquired at a young age. Meh meh meh...



Teeny, tiny, little side note: So what if my good pal Colleen informed me of an NKOTB tour this summer and we both agreed we should probably go? What of it?

It's beside the point, is what it is.