Fashionista

Plenty of fun times since I last checked in! Oma's birthday gift for Lillian arrived and luckily all the clothes fit really well. Ray and I had just been talking about needing to get Lillian a swimsuit of some kind so we can get her into the water this summer - she really hasn't done much of that yet. So Oma's gift was perfect! The colourful outfit fits well too and of course looks positively adorable on Lillian.

Swimsuit model


Big Grin - Thanks Oma!


I love my hoodie :)


I tried to get a little fashion show going, but this was the only head-to-toe shot I managed to get...


Lillian was less interested in a fashion show and much more interested in playing with her pals...

With Howard and Sally still on their road trip, the house is pretty quiet during the day, so Lillian and I have been listening to the Sirius radio we get on the tv - especially the 80s station. Today I found out exactly how much we've been listening to it. During lunch, while flipping through a magazine I absentmindedly sang along to Don't You Want Me by Human League (you know the one... You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar... when I met you...), then I stopped to eat a few bites. Lillian woke me from the magazine to ask if I would sing. "Sing?" I asked. "Yeah, don't you want baby..." she answered, while bobbing her head around. Oh yeah. 80s lover in training!

On the flip side, the other day we had the 80s station on and Footloose came on. Well, I just can't help myself when it comes to that song - particularly if no one else besides Lillian is around! So I turned it up reeeeeaaaaaallllllly loud and started singing and dancing like a lunatic. I hoped Lillian would join me in the dance, but instead she ran off to her bedroom. When she didn't return after a moment, I danced my way over there to find her balled up on her bed in the furthest corner of her room. Upon seeing me in the doorway she started flailing her hands and shouting "No Mama! I'm in Lillian's room!" I do believe she was trying to escape me, and/or I was embarrassing her. When did we hit the teen years? How did I miss out on that wonderful time when we can have a blast dancing together like no one is watching? And whose child is this if she does not feel some sort of connection to Footloose? Next I'll find out she doesn't like Grease.

Of course Lillian and I are not totally alienated from each other. Lately she's been pretty sweet about asking told my hand when we're just sitting around. We hold hands all the time when we're walking, but in the last week or two she has started to ask for my hand when we're sitting at the table eating (awkward but how can I say no), or playing on her bed with her pals (one of her favourite pastimes by the way), or even when I'm changing her diaper (nearly impossible but we manage). Gotta love this stage when handholding is not only acceptable but desirable.

I've started a bit of nesting around the house, moving some of Lillian's things to make room for Baby's stuff and whatnot. Tomorrow marks 32 weeks down, 7 to go! With such little time left, you'd think Ray and I would have a narrowed-down list of names, especially since we know the Baby's gender. But, nope. We've picked up working on the list again, but right now we're in a deadlock of a handful that he likes and a handful that I like, and they don't correspond at all - yet. We'll figure it out. In fact, the book is sitting next to me right now. I should log off and flip through it again. Maybe this little one's name will just jump out at me this time! Yeah, that's the spirit!

P.S.

Oh my gosh, I already clicked to post this entry but I had to edit it to add this... while prepping this blog, I've been enjoying a delicious and nutritious snack (ok, it's a can of icing, so sue me - it's not like I eat the whole thing in one sitting, and besides, that's not the point of this PS - focus, people!). As I went to do the last few clicks, I absentmindedly set the can down - on my belly! And it sits there perfectly! And the Baby is being very active (perhaps it's the sugar, ya think?), so every now and then a kick makes the can move! Love that!

Okay stop judging me and get back to whatever it is you should be doing.