Taters is 6!

I can't believe I have a 6 year old and a nephew only one year away from baptism. I'm getting old. I guess it was bound to happen. Anyway, Tates is so excited to be 6, but while her best friend, Bart, is around she will never be happy with her age. He turns 7 in January and I'll hear all about how she wants to be 7 after that. I guess we all wanted to grow up fast.

Tates had a fun birthday- we took her to Chuck E Cheese and let the kids play and eat pizza. It wasn't miserable. There were hardly any other kids there and the pizza wasn't too terrible. The awful part of the day was having to go vote early (because Jeebs never got his voter registration card) and stand in line for 2 HOURS!! I thought I was going to scream. My back took 2 days to recover. The old people in this town were going extra slow. I wonder if they had decided who they were voting for before they got there or if they were debating it over in their minds while they stood at the booth- ARrRRGH. I love old people, just not when they're going freaking slow- and yes, grandma, I know you're reading over my shoulder and saying "Vanessa, you're going to be old someday." I know I will be old, but I'll still be fast- cuz that's how I roll :) Actually, thinking about it, I'll prolly be like that old lady in the Notebook- with alzheimers - and Jeebs will be reading me our life story- making up crap to make it sound like we did all kinds of cool stuff and like we really loved eachother hehehehehe-

Okay - back to Tater's birthday- She got a new.........................................BiKE!

Hooray for a Heartbeat!!

I had my doctor appointment this morning. I just realized it is the first time I've actually been to an OBGYN. I have only ever had midwives. huh. Anyway, it was a super fast appointment - doctor says everything looks great. Taylor came with me and so we both got to hear the little heartbeat. I was so excited and I'm now breathing a huge sigh of relief. There is actually a baby with a little heartbeat flipping around in there. Poor Cagey wanted to come along too, but I just couldn't trust him to sit still while I got examined like Tates does. She just stood there while I got checked out. When the doctor looked at the southern region I looked back at tates and she had her hands jammed over her ears. I don't know why she didn't want to hear anything. She's kind of crazy like that. The doctor seems really nice and he says he's sensitive to women who've had homebirths and then move to NC where not many people deliver at home. He says he wants to prove to me it can still be a good experience at the hospital and that if he gets off track to let him know. He seems like a good man. But, the thing is- he won't deliver my baby- it's whoever is on call when you go into labor- ridiculous. Anywho- one step at a time.

Shake it to the left, Shake it to the right

Peel your banana and OOMPH take a bite! That was a cheer I learned in kindergarten and for some reason it plays through my head all day long.

Anyway, Taylor has taken a new interest in coloring. She says she wants to be an artist. She has colored 5 pictures of horses in the last few days. Yesterday was a traumatic day for her- she had that worried expression on her face and told me her tooth hurt. I looked at it to see if she had a cavity or something noticeable, but I couldn't see anything. She told me she put it back in place with her tongue. I immediately got excited and sad at the same time- she's going to lose her first baby tooth! All of her primary class seem to have already lost several of their baby teeth so now she'll fit in with the rest of the crew. She didn't take the news so well that her tooth was going to fall out. She was crying and boohooing for about 20 min about it. Then I told her about the tooth fairy and she thought for a while and then thought of a new worry. "What if I wake up in the middle of the night and see the tooth fairy?" good grief. She has way too much of her mother in her. I drove my whole family crazy with my constant worry about dying. "I'm gonna die!!!" - they should've made me a t-shirt. Sorry mamma, daddy, glen, and yang- I think Page just tuned me out.

Cagey got a haircut on Saturday- he was very upset about it. I don't know what he hates about getting a haircut, but I tried a few days before Saturday and he had such a reaction I gave up. When I got back from putting the clippers away he said "did you put away the sharp?" Anyway, I started shaving his head and Jeebs came running around to the back of the house to make sure Cagey wasn't getting killed. He really hates it. I missed a few random hairs, but at this point it's really not worth the struggle.

I have my first doctor's appointment tomorrow and I will be exactly 12 weeks- according to the ultrasound guy from the ER. I'll be able to hear the heartbeat- and I just pray that everything is okay. This baby is already making me lose a lot of sleep. I'll have a full report tomorrow after my doctor's appointment. I'm sure every orifice will be violated in some way. I'm still trying to decide whether or not to have a home birth. I really DO NOT like the idea of having another hospital birth, but I really don't know about all the legal issues. I'm hoping that we will move before I have to make that decision. I had a dream last night our realtor was telling us that we had 4 offers on our house and there were 2 that we really needed to consider. Maybe that's a good sign:)

I love Halloween...

I've always been a little too excited about Halloween. There's something about getting to dress up, the spooky aspect and the glorious weather- if you don't live in the south. But, even in the south there's always a hope that we'll get some kind of cold front. Since we've got our house back on market I haven't wanted to put too many decorations up. But, my mirror over my mantle was just begging for a spooky something or other. I found a cute "Spooky" sign at Pier 1 and I made some bleeding candles. This was the final product.






Here's Cagey and his new boots- again with no pants.

Food glorious food

I've been obsessing about food lately. It has to be just the right food. It's really annoying. I've been trying to take it easy because of the problems I've been having and I get really bored and I eat. I stopped watching food network for a while because it would make me want to eat this or that or bake something. Well, I've been watching it again lately. There isn't really anything that I want, I just want something. I'd go shopping to take my mind off of it, but I usually end up spending money on things we don't need. The weather has been wonderful!!!! Today the high was 71- it was perfect, I just wanted to rollerblade all over our neighborhood or go for a hayride or something- but I didn't want to do too much. Tomorrow we have a realtor showing for 4 hours- hopefully something will come of all this cleaning :) We are hopeful!! We have enjoyed our time here, but the job has moved to Raleigh and there is nothing else here- we need to move on too. Oh man, I just wish I could go to Whole Foods and eat everything on the hotbar. It's probably a good thing right now that we don't live in Raleigh because I would spend SOOOOOOOOoooo much money on a variety of all kinds of food- especially at Whole Foods. I think some lettuce wraps from PF Changs would be tasty right now too. DANG- I gotta quit thinking about food!!! :)

This is for Glen- I used 'fun' as an adjective yesterday at Pier 1. I'm so ashamed:(

Triple D

Man, I've got to stop watching Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives. At this moment I want some onion rings from fresh farm ranch in who knows where, picadillo enchiladas from Austin, TX, fresh ricotta cheese in Omaha, Nebraska, and some dadgum perogies from somewhere else I can't remember. Seriously, if you're hungry and/or pregnant do not watch this show. There should be an advisory at the beginning for husbands. "Husbands, do not let your pregnant, hungry wives watch this show without supervision. It may lead to several irrational outbursts when your wife realizes that most Diners, Drive-ins and Dives don't deliver 1200 miles away." Yeah, I don't know why I gain so much weight :)

A sad day...

Today was a sad day in the Nicolaysen household. My baby girl, Taylor, wears a size 7! I bought a little gymboree outfit on ebay that was a size 7. I thought "it'll be roomie, but she'll be able to wear it soon". Oh, I tried it on her when we got it today and it fits perfectly. I couldn't believe it. A 7!?! She will be 6 in a couple of weeks so it's not really a huge difference, I usually buy her a size bigger so she has room to grow. But, 7 makes me so sad- that's a little girl, not a baby or a toddler. I can't believe I have a baby in kindergarten/1st grade. She is growing up way too fast and so is Cagey. My mom always told me not to wish away my life and I've always wished different parts would get over- like when will they sleep through the night? when will they potty train? Well, I have both of my kids sleeping pretty much through the night and both completely potty trained. It's seems like only a few months ago I was gaining 3 pounds a week pregnant with Taylor, wrapping Cagey in a blanket and putting him in his crib, changing diapers and going to Good Earth every other week for organic baby food. I've decided I'm going to really enjoy this pregnancy- as long as everything goes well. Having had all the problems I've had, I'm paranoid every day. I haven't worked out in a week and a half and I feel like a total pudge, but that's ok- there'll will be plenty of time to lose weight after all my babies make it here safely. Please let this one make it here safely!