If things go to plan, a stranger will be coming to my home and asking to see my butt. I’m a little weirded out by that.. isn’t it illegal or something?

I’ll keep the kiddos distracted with this and hopefully they will be none the wiser.

This gluten free thing isn’t so bad. I can make my own delicious version of pretty much anything I want but there are days, like today, where I just feel like crying about it. Do you know why? Because I’m pregnant and don’t want to make my own pizza, I want to call some place and say “please bring me a pizza damn it and make it snappy”

I would comfort myself with gluten free banana cake with peanut butter frosting,

but The Hubster decided to eat the last slice… and he drank my last rootbeer.. I think someone is begging to get punched in the kidney.

You may have noticed the naming excitement of pregnancies past has been missing around here. I’ve been feeling really bummed about this whole naming issue. Thus far nothing seems right and The Hubster, in classic Hubster fashion, is no help.

I feel like I’ve looked at everything there is to look at and in the end I’m going to wind up settling for something I don’t like or is less then what I want just because the Hubster and I cant agree.

The only name we both find acceptable thus far is Lachlan (said lock lyn ). It’s Scottish and a bit different but I can’t say it’s THE ONE. The Hubster also likes Blake and while I don’t mind it, it seems to pale in comparison to the rest of the siblings names(not to mention it’s on the Social security top 100 of names.. something I try to avoid). Maybe it just needs to grow on me more? I know it’s possible considering a few short months before Levi was born I declared I would never NEVER use that name because one day I said it out loud with our last name and Mira swiftly followed it up with a rousing chorus of E-I-E-I-OOOOOOOOO.

Thoughts? Ideas? Suggestions?

ps dont forget THIS! Do it! Daily!

Forgive me readers for I have sinned. Just a short week ago I asked ya’ll for some decorating help. I have to admit I was not entirely forth coming with you. Yes, we are working on getting our nursery done, but why? Why now after nearly a year of procrastination? Well, happily we got just the kick in the pants we needed to spur a flurry of activity. Remember how I mentioned a nice big fat carrot? Here’s our carrot:
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When you walk up to Casa de Fidget, you should expect to hear a rather unfriendly greeting of dogs ready to tear you apart. However, if you live at Casa de Fidget this is what greets you when you come home

aka reasons we should reconsider the whole letting them watch The Simpsons thing:

“Daddy, what’s a drag queen?”

This just cracked me up, probably more then it should

My kindred sister in birth control failure rates is ready to pop! Mothergoosemouse, take cover! This one is coming equipped with some extra bits and pieces.

After two girls, you’ll find raising a boy to be quite a different matter indeed. Sure they are just as cute and sweet and cherubic as their female counterparts, but there are a few things you’ll find yourself always considering- namely that one very prominent bit, the penis, and his partners in crime, the testicles.

Every diaper change you must remember to check his aim before sealing things up or you’ll be in for an unpleasant face shower. Yes, you can tuck it down, even if it’s having one of those “mind of it’s own” moments. Then, the boys always need a good wipe down and remember to check underneath- it’s a wonderful snuggaful crevice for the keeping of dingle berries.

Once the boy is old enough to have some arm control going on, do not be shocked which you open his diaper and he swoops down, grabbing his nuts and peen. He’s not there for a little caress, nay, he’s twisting them violently. You may cringe in pain but this is 6 month old bliss. This apparently continues until his arms fall off, at which point I am certain he would learn to accomplish this with his toes. Levi is turning one in a few short weeks and I am still shocked he hasn’t ripped anything off.

As he grows, you’ll realize that the diaper doings are small potatoes (no pun intended) compared to the deep soul shaking love this little boy creature will lavish upon you. Everyone told me that a love a boy has for his mother is so different then a girl- I should have believed them! To this boy person I am completely and utterly indispensable. As much as he loves his dada, when I am gone he will sit at the door wailing for me to return. He took his first steps to me, instead of opting to run the other way, as both of my girls have. I really can’t even adequately describe it. He needs me and wants to need me. It’s an amazing feeling.

So to you dear Julie, embrace your boy, and if you are done cooking babies you might consider getting you AND your Hubster fixed. Oh, and don’t throw out or give away all your baby stuff when you are done using it- fixed or not that always seems to be the kiss of death!

Recently something has occurred which has sparked a renewed interest in getting our home projects done. I am so thankful that this has come along to act as a catalyst because if I have to go through another entire pregnancy with no place to nest I would end up in the loony bin. I can’t talk about what wondifferous event has refreshed The Hubster until all the paperwork is in but let’s say it’s a very nice carrot to dangle in front of the home improvement donkey.

On to my issue. The babies room. Originally I had planned on making the walls green

but we have had to shuffle the room plan since now TWO boys will be sharing it! *cheers* The new room only has 1 window and is much less sun washed in general. I think my color pallet needs some adjustment. Here is the fabric which is the basis for the room theme

here it is as part of the quilt made by KarlaCreative

the quilt will be used either as a wall hanging or as part of the window treatment.

Here is the major dominating piece of art for the room, this sucker is over 5 1/2 ft tall and came from Nasa.

I hope to add a chest of drawers painted in a vibrant red to the room. Levi’s crib is a darker cherry wood color.

What color would you choose for the walls knowing that the room tends to be on the shady side and will have darker and very large artwork on the walls?

This week has rendered the troops whiney and fighty. Tessa’s school is still out on break and will not resume until next Tuesday. She does not appreciate the extended break and has been deeply involved in general naughtiness such as spilling an entire bottle of dog wormer on the floor and chucking her toothbrush somehow into the tank of the toilet. When given the opportunity she also torments her older sister, hurling insults and evil laughing.

Mira has been easily baited into the back and forth fighting. Her school has been on extra early release all week. She is not functioning well with these compressed days and now that she has Friday AND Monday off, I fear her head may explode from lack of normalcy.

The dogs are taking cues from the discombobulated children and prompting me to scour my local craigslist for used cattle prods. Need a surefire way to make a pregnant woman cry? Leave a stool in the kitchen which allows a 120 lb sack of fur and crap access to the kitchen counter where it then consumes a quarter of a Cinnamon Swirl bundt cake which said preggo stayed up until 1am cooking because her craving was so fierce. Then have the littlest and newest dog take a dump in the house. Make sure it is loaded with worms so it practically walks it’s self out of the house and then watch said preggo try to get up the balls to TOUCH that pile of writhing wormy poop without barfing copiously everywhere.

Levi seems to be the only creature cooperating. He’s taking naps and if you send those tranq darts fast enough I might be able to take out the other two and crash for an hour or two or three.