Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Baby you got it...


I'm so embarrassing you already! Look at that huge naked belly of mine! Look at that hilariously cheesy filter I put on that picture! Look at the slowly stretching out star tattoo! Oh baby girl you are in for it...at least, the music was good.

You decided a week ago that you were big enough to start showing your dance moves to the world. And as we were standing in our friends bedroom in Spokane late at night, and I was explaining that daddy hadn't felt you kick yet, you started dancing like a maniac! So daddy put his hand on my belly and you did a masterful roundhouse just for him. It startled him, it was cute. You are being cute already?!? We are the ones that are in for it...

Uncle Greg came to visit and got to feel yr dance moves, he was the first one after your dad! I think he might think there is an alien inside of me. Then Grandma Flores came to visit and you decided it was a good time to chill out for a day! She says it was because you were so calm and happy knowing that grandma was around. I'm hoping you will dance for her and Grandpa when we see them next week.

Yesterday was a big day for you though...and as I'm sitting here typing this your going nuts also. I would think you would be tired from all your shenanigans yesterday but you seem just as chipper today. I prefer it this way...let's me know you are having a good time and staying healthy in there! Your dad is on a 48 hour shift and I wish he was here to watch my belly move and feel you dancing. I texted him last night and told him how funny you were being and he said to immediately put the headphones on! It was a demand, not a request! So I put a little Built to Spill on and stuck the headphones on and you started what I am guessing is 'rolling'? It was a whole new kind of dance move that is for sure...and it sure felt funny. I took the picture for him...and now for you to be embarrassed by when I show all your friends what my nekkid belly looked like while you were in there busting a move.

We love you apple pie! See you soon.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Over the hills...

...and through the woods. We are on our way to see a very important couple on the other side of the mountain today! They are having a little fruit cup just two months before you show up. So me and her have been dishing about you and her little one for 6 months now. Advice for the future little girl, try to go through all of life's major events with someone who is either going through it also, or has before...it's nice to have the company!


I drove the first 4 hours! Don't worry this was taken while we were stopped for 15 mins for roadwork.


These slackers just got to sit back and relax.


Rest stop! I pee'd twice here thanks to you!


Only 3 more hours to go!


You got a little hungry, so we stopped for Papusas...mmmmmm.


Good ol' dad was so into his food. He might actually think that 4 hours is a totally reasonable amount of time to drive for a Papusa!


Apples EVERYWHERE!


Only 1 more hour to go!!! We love you and see you soon apple blossom.

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Location:Over the hills...

Sunday, July 17, 2011

I like papaya!

Hi fruitcake!

Omygosh...time is flying by. You are 23 weeks today and according to all the research I've been doing we are supposed to sing and dance for you. You can feel all my movement and you can hear everything I do. So you know what we did to celebrate this milestone? We went to a concert at one of the best music venues in America! I'm not even kidding. The best. It's called the Benaroya hall and it's in Seattle, your dad and I have been there a few times before to see Beck and Joanna Newsom. But this show was special. We went and saw your dad's hero, Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam fame. He just came out with this ukelele album (what? I know! crayzay!) and you'll probably hate it, because that's what kids do! Hate their parents annoying music...ha! But last night, at the show, you loved it. You were a dancing queen my little Apple bottom. The best part was you had the best taste. You preferred the old school Pearl Jam tunes to the newer stuff. You really got into Betterman and Immortality. Your pops looooves Immortality, and the performance last night was epic. Good taste little girl, already!

(PICTURE SOON!!! EDIT!! PICTURE IS HERE!!! THERE YOU ARE LITTLE APPLE BLOSSOM, ROCKING OUT!!)

The funny this is this is technically the second concert I've gone to while you were incubating...but it's the first you could actually hear. That is not really the funny part, because that is not funny at all. The funny part is that your buddy Beckett's second show in utero was Pearl Jam! Seems to be the pre-natal rock and roll of choice. (i'll explain who Beckett is in a later post, you've got a lot of body guards out here and he is going to be one of them!)

I'm pooped! While you were rocking out in there, I was rocking out, out here. Because technically, I'm rocking out for two now, and well, that can really take it out of you.

we love you golden delicious, see you soon!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Food baby!



















My darling girl, I hope you are enjoying the feasts.

See you soon apple bottom!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Women folk.

Hey there Pink Lady (that is a kind of apple, see how I did that? clever your mom is!),

So I've been thinking a lot lately about the amazing women that are in your life (I have also been listening to a lot of Hole, these two things go hand in hand). I really, truly, would have been happy if you'd been a boy or a girl. And, in reality you could still come flying into our lives with boy parts! Those doctors have been known to be wrong...But baby girl, I have this feeling they were right. And because you are our little girl, I've been thinking how lucky you are going to be to have such incredible role models in your life. It is really important, now more than ever, to have a strong circle of women in your life to show you what it really means to be a woman. There are a lot of conflicting ideas in the media and in society, and who knows if that will get better or worse when you are growing up, about what women should or shouldn't be. So I am proud that you will have these women in your life to let you know what is really up. Being a girl is not defined by the way you look, the way you dress, or what your hobbies are. Your grandmothers, your aunts, your sisterhood aunts, all of the women in your life exemplify independence and confidence. They represent what being a girl is all about, the fun and flexibility that comes with it. And most importantly we will all be here for you when it gets tough, which it will, because of all the stuff out there in the world it can be hard to process and growing up for anyone can be rocky sometimes. But it will be a lot easier with all of these women there to help you out, especially when you may not want to talk to me (hard to imagine, but it may happen, or not, I am kind of spectacular!). Anyways, this whole blabbery thing is just to let you know that you are awesome and already so loved. And that I love the women in my life and I can't wait for you to meet them.

One of these women sent me a message with a bunch of questions because she said "I want to experience your reactions to life at this sacred time." And I thought you might want to know the answers some day too. So I'm going to answer them here! So this is for you Carrie, one of the coolest women in my life.

How are you feeling?? I am actually feeling kind of amazing. They say that this trimester is like the honeymoon, it's all rainbows and kittens. I reallllly didn't believe them, because I wasn't feeling so great. My body ached, I couldn't sleep, I was getting so big so fast it was a little crazy. And like, I still am having trouble sleeping, but when it comes down to it I'm having a really good time right now. Just enough energy, just enough hungry, and just enough big that I get to wear really cool prego clothes. And by cool I mean slightly ridiculous, like caftans and gingham rompers.

What is your body doing? My body is doing some crazy stuff. Holy cow. For something that happens so often, to so many women, for so many thousands of years, this whole pregnant body thing is pretty unbelievable. Like, how the heck is this belly going to get bigger? Which by the way, I'm kind of huge. Like it's a topic of conversation. Where is all that skin coming from? And why did I ever have my belly button pierced? The hole is stretching so fast and it feels like a bruise. Omygosh, is that B.O.? THAT hasn't happened since jr. high. Are those pimples on my back? Again, not since jr high! CrazY! Oh man, and there is the classic nail growth...they look amazing. My hair is fuzzy, and so is my brain. EVERYTHING is growing at an alarming rate. everything.

What patterns are your feelings forming if any?

So far it seems all these hormones and changes have mellowed me out. I am on a whole different level than I was before. I have even tried to get angry, or stressed, and I just can't. I'm over it almost immediately. I have to say I am a big fan, and so is everyone around me. There was always a lot of joking about how everyone was going to have to watch out! when I got pregnant because my hormones were going to make me crazy. I like that everyone was wrong. It must be the quiet confidence that this was all just meant to be.

What kinds of thoughts occupy your days?

I think about money, peeing, and what color hair/eyes you are going to have. And clothes. I think about clothes a lot. And you. Always.

Baby clothes?

Our friends inherited a bunch of baby girl clothes from someone who's daughter is now a sophomore in college. Which means a lot of early 90's baby clothes. Which of course made her immediately think of me. Which means, baby girl, you are going to be styling.

Elementary schools?

We drove by the elementary school that you will be going to, if we don't move. And it is right next to a park. And it is cute. And omygoodness, I don't even know what color hair you are going to have but I know what school you will go to?!?!

nursing in public?

If I can and not traumatize anyone, I fully will.

giving birth??

There is a scene in Roots (if you don't end up watching this in 5th, 6th, and 7th grade, we will rent (livestream? something else futuristic that hasn't been invented yet?) it for you at that point. I can't imagine growing up without this little gem being shown in school.) Anyways, there is this scene where a woman goes out into the woods and births her son. By herself. She just squats and screams and viola! That is all I can think of when I think of the actual birthing process. That and Kourtney Kardashian's birthing episode on Keeping up with the Kardashians (p.s. yr mom is a pop culture geek).

when your next cocktail will be???

I can't imagine when...but when it does happen it will be a bloody mary.

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Ok, baby apple girl, that was quite long winded. If you come out babbling like I did your dad is in for a very loud household. On the other hand, if you come out quiet like your dad, you are going to have to ask your dad how he handles all my chattering.

We love you apple baby, see you soon.

Sparkle baby, sparkle.




21 weeks in my stars and stripes for the 4th of July. You just keep getting bigger and bigger! You go girl. Oh jeez, did I just say that? I'm so embarrassing already...the mom genes (jeans?) must be kicking in already.

We love you baby apple blossom. See you soon!