Ode to Grandma

My mom just left today. I dropped her off at the airport a few hours ago. I cried. She didn't. Guess she was tired of changing diapers, doing laundry, making dinner, relieving me at 5:30 am so I could get some sleep, and a million other things. Not to mention the mommy expertise pumping through her veins that was gained from raising ten kids of her own. Fortunately I was able to tap into that expertise time and time again these past few days. Not quite sure if I'll make it on my own without that lifeline.

May you all be fortunate enough to have a mom like mine.

Thanks, Mom, for everything. We love you!

Ok, We're obsessed. I am so enamored that I feel proud, like thrilled proud, when she makes a big poo. Here are some more pictures.

She sleeps alot. She's a growing girl.

Pictures of Norah

Norah & Hilary

Norah is born!

Norah Jorgensen was born Jan 19, 2010 at 3:43 am. Her mom jinxed herself by saying, what if we have to share a birthday? She didn't know that Norah was listening and wants to be just like her mom, so as soon as it struck 12:01 am on Jan 19, Norah was on her way.

Labor went fast and Norah is beautiful. Daddy's proud, and already bragging her up. I texted about 10 people that she weighed 14 pounds. She's doing well so far, but not that enormous yet.

pictures to come shortly. (technical difficulties)

Andy May or May Not Get Some

"Got a chocolate craving, huh?" asked the Walgreens cashier.

Should he just assume those two huge bags of peanut M&Ms are for me? Yes, I am eight and a half months pregnant. And yes, they were the only items in my shopping cart. But c'mon, two and two do not always equal four. Got it, Mr. Cashier Buddy?

In my defense, they were 50% off, okay?

No Sacrilege Intended

I told Andy I was going to blog about this and he said, "Spare the world."

Remember buying new school clothes as a teenager and not being able to wear them until school actually started but secretly going into your room to try them on again and again and again to admire yourself in the mirror?

These stockings are my new school clothes.

I would elaborate, but then I'd be doing exactly what Andy wanted me NOT to do so I'll leave it at that. Except to explain that the below photo is Norah and me at 33 weeks. And to say that Norah is totally going to love her new stocking.

I Totally Miss This Place

If you're dying to rent the cutest house on the bench in Boise let me know. I can hook you up.

Here ya go, Lexi, Cali, & Molly.

So I only post when I have a funny story to tell, hence I only blog once a month or so. However, I've had naggy family members nag and nag, hence the boring blog and unattractive photo.


Norah and me at 30 Weeks.

Dress up: This Time It's for Real!

She says with concern in her voice, "I'm worried about our baby being cute."

“I thought all babies are naturally cute”

“But dressed cute and stuff.”

Hilary had her little party in which her friends showered her with cute shoes; cute sweaters; cute blankets; pretty bows; adorable safety equipment; lovable booklets; frilly flower bands; snuggly sockies; comfy pink furry pajamas; and boss-cute bumbos, boppies, basinets and bouncers.

I thought that dressing up baby dolls was just make-believe fun for little girls. Like killing bad guys all day was for me when I was a boy.

No, having a baby is exactly the same as playing with dress up dolls. *This time it’s for real.*

Respect.

I love autumn. The season of sweaters and no coat; tee shirts with a jacket; sixty degree days, little rain; pumpkins, leaves and Thanksgiving. During these couple months out of the year, Mother Earth and I have a special understanding. She and I are on totally different wave lengths from December to August, but come September, she really gets me, you know?

However, I've inherited a disease (undoubtedly from my father). As soon as the air gets slightly brisk nudging me towards my cocoa stash in the evenings I am severely tempted to listen to Christmas music--be it December or September. I just wanna turn the lights down low and snuggle up to a book and Kenny G. Andy knows that autumn is my favorite time of year but insists that listening to Josh Grobin's Noel album in October is "like punching fall in the face."

Am I disrespecting Mama Earth at a time when she does so much to make me happy?