A Mighty Update

The Mighty Car
So I am loving my new car, folks. Really. I can't tell you how much sliding doors have improved my quality of life. And I think we are going to appreciate our little starter minivan even more when the new baby is here. It doesn't feel like a van (and I am Experienced in this area), it hauls all the gear, we don't break our backs trying to load Jack in his car seat and because it's only as long as our old Jetta, I have absolutely no problem backing it into our tight driveway and garage. Go me. I shall now sit back and wait for the Mazda people to thank me with the iPod package we couldn't afford to install.

(Except I will also tell you the things I don't like. 1) The front bumper is so low that I keep driving it into things. Like parking spot curbs. Don't tell Phillip. 2) I can't figure out how to get the groceries to stay in one place in the back, although I hear this is a problem for all cars with open back space. Not a huge deal, but I grimace every time I hear a canteloupe thump against the side of the car. 3) The gas mileage. KILLING ME. I don't think it's horrible, and considering the car I used to drove (Ancient Ford Explorer) it stacks up rather well! But with my Jetta I could drive to my folks' house and back without the needle moving whatsoever. Now I watch it go down a quarter tank. SO PAINFUL.)

The Mighty Nap Schedule
We had a few weeks of one consistent nap. We had a few weeks of two consistent naps. We had weeks and weeks of a Well Adjusted Mother, because she was being Flexible and Easy Going. SHOCKING. And today we had one hard-won nap in the morning and no afternoon nap. Which: fine. Except I tried two different times to get him to go down and both times involved hollering of the horror movie sort and I am SPENT. Phillip got home from work and as soon as he scarfed down his dinner, I disappeared. I've been decompressing on all the posts I haven't been able to read today due to the screaming and the whining and the PICK ME UP PICK ME UP.

The Mighty Birthday
It was lovely, thank you. There was the silliest movie I have ever seen (silly and AWESOME), cheesecake, a gift certificate for a pregnancy massage (THANK YOU GOD. And Phillip.), a picnic in the park, sleeping in and a bowl filled to the brim with Hershey Kisses. There was also birthday money, some of which I spent on (AND KEEP THE SNICKERING TO YOURSELVES) another diaper bag. I KNOW. Some of you may remember that I agonized more over my diaper bag decision than I did over the new car. Shallow! I ended up with this bag in the "perky perennials" print, which I positively adore. It is, perhaps, a bit loud, a bit bright, a bit embarrassing for Phillip to carry when he's taking a cranky Jack out of church, but I LOVE IT. Also? Super functional. It has a place for everything. However! Certain people (HI MOM) have been telling me I'll need a new bag for the new baby. I am DOUBTING this, because can I even CARRY two diaper bags, plus whatever else I have to drag around? But, you know, new bag! Whee! I'd been eyeing this bag, (sans monogram, ugh) and when I tallied up those birthday checks I was all, "IT WILL BE MINE." And I went and bought it today. In red. Love. Of course, it's completely impractical. It has one measly barely useful pocket. When it gets dirty it will be a pain to clean. The top does not snap or zip or lock or have any way of making sure a toddler doesn't dig around for his goldfish crackers when you are not looking. BUT I BOUGHT IT ANYWAY. Why? Because I think I WILL need two bags (those full days at Grandma's house require a lot of stuff) and I think my laptop will look very cute inside. What? And it is a little more, ah, grown up than my other bag. For when I am concerned about such things. Not that I AM concerned about such things, sniff, but I HAVE noticed that my friends carry black Skip Hop bags or canvas backpacks or, you know, bags that are not smothered in hot pink flowers and maybe SOMETIMES I want to fit in. (But not too much. I did buy the red one. Pretty!)   

The Next Mighty Baby
Is still in there and still making me uncomfortable. I swear, her feet are inside my lungs. I couldn't even STAND in church on Sunday, I couldn't BREATHE. I had to hunch over the pew in front of me, like I was 107 years old. I'm glad I liked being pregnant so much the first time because now? I AM OVER IT. Oh! And I think we have a name. Even though I have one or two misgivings I think it is The Name. Oh, by the way, I am taking a poll. My best friend from school has, in my opinion, a beautiful name, I love it, I loooove it, I totally wanted to use it. I even ASKED HER if I could use it. But Phillip nixed my idea because 1) it's a [Of This Place] name and we are not [Of This Place] and 2) it's SOMEBODY ELSE'S NAME. He did not care that I loooove this name, so it's out. Oh well. I have moved on. But do you agree with Phillip or me? (Hint: AGREE WITH ME.)