Don't Drink the Bubbles

Apologies for my blogging absence- I have been choosing a nap over a new blog post these days. Time has been flying and I feel like the 20 pre-baby projects on my list aren't getting accomplished in a timely enough manner. Still, we found time yesterday to quietly celebrate my 34th birthday. Lunch with my mom, dinner at PF Changs with my husband, and lots of well wishes. Tomorrow I hit the friendly skies for a quick trip to Charlotte. Have I packed or finished laundry yet? Hah! Have we been enjoying the spring like weather at our door? YES!

In our everyday life, not a lot that is newsworthy. More and more I find myself telling Patrick not to drink the bubbles in his bath. My nursery rug came in and turned out to be more controversial than I had anticipated (apparently Tom and I have differences in opinion about this one, but luckily the pregnant woman always wins out when it comes to nursery decor. I think because men are a little afraid of us in the third trimester). I scheduled my living room furniture for delivery this coming Wednesday-hip hip hooray. The search for the perfect new diaper bag continues. Hunting for new shoes to go with the formal dress/tent I had to order online for a black-tie affair next weekend. Laughing at a friend's blog post about finding her toddler curled up asleep on the floor behind a chair in his room . Stockpiling diapers.

And you all were worried you were missing some major milestones in our home...


Birthday cake: thanks to my husband for not trying to squeeze on all 34 candles.

Moving on Up

Saturday was a busy day in our house. Just when we think we are safe from threat of more moving, something requires moving. Luckily Uncle Mike came to lend a hand and he and Tom got most of the furniture from Patrick's room relocated to the new nursery. This made room for Patrick's big boy bed (which is just for show right now) and new dresser, both of which were Tom's when he was little (and Grampy's when he was little)! We left the crib in place because I have no plans of sacrificing my last little bit of good sleep before Baby Pohl comes by trying to get Patrick to stay in bed.

I know, I know- the rug has got to go.

As for nursery pictures? No more photos until it is all complete!

The Not-So-Super Bowl

Ahh, where to start. It was a busy weekend-maybe I over did it? We decided to watch the game at home by ourselves since P would be ready for bed by 7:30ish. By the time the Super Bowl began at 6:30, I was already beat. But because this day is close to a holy day for my husband, I sucked it up and began cooking his Super Bowl dinner: southern fried chicken (from scratch) and corn casserole.

Keep three things in mind:

1. I am HUGE and back into the tired phase of my pregnancy.

2. I don't eat chicken.

3. I have a small cast iron skillet so I have to cook the chicken in batches, which takes forever.

Nearly two hours after I began, the first batch of chicken was done along with the corn casserole.

I inform Tom who in turn informs me he is NOT hungry anymore and doesn't want anything. Nothing. Not a leg, not a kernal of corn.

I think I cried for the next hour. Then I went to bed. I didn't care who won. I hated football. And I hated fried chicken. Sorry Steelers, but at least you weren't scrubbing grease off your kitchen countertops this morning.

But for your viewing pleasure, here are some photos of the boys before things went downhill:

A Chilly (but yummy) Housewarming

A dear friend, who is going through so much herself right now, surprised me with this belated housewarming gift:

I had seen it in catalogues and coveted it like I do so many kitchen gadgets and was so excited to try it out. The premise is that you can have a popsicle in 9 minutes.

I lined the popsicle reservoir with sliced bananas and used our favorite OJ blend. true to form, 9 minutes later, we had a tasty treat.

Patrick was a BIG fan.

yum, yum, yum

29 Week Belly

Are we really almost at the 30 week mark? I just scheduled a tour of the hospital we plan to deliver at, and bought some longer shirts-what I had just wasn't covering this little boy. I feel for a friend who is having a lot of foot swelling with her first pregnancy-she still looks AMAZING though and I can't wait for her shower in a few weeks! I'll be flying solo to North Carolina to attend (thanks to Tom who has agreed to a boys weekend at home while I sneak away).

Our Newest Addition

We are about to enter the grown-up world of a real, furnished living room. Goodbye, old burgundy chairs and chair leg that keeps falling off. Goodbye, fabric that clashes with every other color on the planet (say hello to the man cave/basement).

Hello, leather sofa and chairs and ottoman. Hello, adult room where toys are banned and toddlers are closely monitored. Coming soon in mid-February...

Beginnings

Way, way, way back in my single days, I would be known to occasionally frequent a bar or two- until one day back in Feb 2001 when I happened to run into some handsome Marines at a Georgetown hot spot. Fast forward ten years, and here Tom and I are. One of Tom's fellow Marines who was also present the night we met was his friend Mark. Mark is also now married and has two kids, and we were finally able to meet up with them at Seven Springs for the weekend. The guys were able to get some skiing in, and the moms swapped mom talk. It is funny to think that Mark was there at the very earliest beginning of my relationship with Tom, and now here we all were hanging out as parents.

Cheers to good friends.