Is your mom home?

Thats what I was asked today when I answered the phone at dinner time... I really didn't know how to respond. I kinda started doing the um and ah thing, how do you tell a person you are indeed the mom? Sigh. Upon asking Ken if I sound like a kid on the phone, he said yeah, but I know its you. Didn't help, heh. Most people making that mistake would then say, oh sorry and continue on, this woman just basically said, really? You sound like a kid. Nice. Thanks lady.

This lovely photo of Ariel is for her Aunty Jo and Uncle Mike. She is in her new outfit that they brought back for her. Now, what you don't know is, I put it on her and within 10 minutes, no joke, she had a 'crap attack' and had poop right up her back. GACK! So much for the outfit today eh? Nana ended up taking her laundry today and is a master of removing the stains, so the outfit will live to see another day. I just love her face, 'I did what?'

Other than the poop, we had a good day. I finished Ariel's cross stitch for her room. I hope to take it to the framers this week. We also did a test run with the baby bjorn snuggly Ken's mom gave us. After the horror stories of how I hated the snuggly as a baby, I was nervous to see the response. She actually seemed to enjoy it, but she is also a big cuddle muffin, so score one for the snuggly.

Also I am discovering the odd feeling of nerve endings healing from my surgery. Thats pretty strange. I read alot lately about women who feel cheated out of giving birth when having a c-section. Um, you still tynically gave birth, sure you were cut open like a thanksgiving turkey but you still had a baby. There is a pretty strong chance that I will have to have a c-section again when the time comes again. I don't really mind, all that matters to me is that there is a little person for me to hold at the end. Thats my deep thought for the day. Whee.

Dinner was a cabbage casserole in the freezer from Fran, yum. Ken went up to animate shortly after and I watched some tv. Big Brother is almost over, very addictive for summer viewing, especially since I got hooked as a huge pregnant chick who was required to rest and found it the only thing on at the time. I haven't seen the show since season 1, back in the summer of housesitting. I must admit, the only reason to watch was Chicken George, but he is gone now, sniff.

Been thinking alot about the tragic death of Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter. Seeing the last few minutes of Larry King, they were showing pictures that kids drew to express their feelings over his death. This guy was like a superman to them, I never realized how much of an icon he was to youngsters. Its sad that he has a young family that now has to continue on without him. I feel for his wife and kids.

Getting sleepy, time to zonk before the girl wakes up to eat.