Well, It's 185 degrees outside and...

I'M 36 WEEKS PREGNANT!

Seriously, is this the hottest summer EVER on record, or is it just me.  Our a/c runs all day and all night, until it finally cools down to 69 degrees at 4am only to be back up to 75 degrees by 9am.  I am at the "giant" stage where even my maternity pants and shirts don't really meet anymore.  Meaning at any given point in the day I can feel a draft right above my pant line and right below my shirt line.  I'm sure many of you have caught a great glimpse of my actual skin - AMAZING!

I must be pretty big, because people keep asking me if I am going to pop and if the baby is due tomorrow.  Work to the wise people...NO MATTER HOW BIG A PREGNANT LADY IS....be kind and tell her she is SO TINY!

Also, those who shall remain nameless (jil from work) that have seen me this pregnancy and with G, no need to express how much bigger you think I am this go round.  Again, stick with flattery!  

Here I am at 36 weeks with G-Unit. 

 "Oh gurl, you look so tiny, I was a giant cow when I was pregnant". (see how easy that is)

Just wait 3 or 4 ,more weeks and you will get a true shot of what gigantic really looks like.  At the end, my belly gets so big it almost sags to the ground and the water retention in my face makes me look in the 180's range.  Also, AMAZING. 

All in all, carry on people....say what you will.  I am growing a person inside of me - what are you doing?  I will be back to 35 weeks before you can blink and you will never have known me not pregnant.  What am I supposed to do, these babies kind of wreck your body, but why stop when I can have more and more of these.

Let's Hear it for my Mister Sneaky Face!

Just another Sunday at the Lake

My husband is better than yours (and better than me)...

So, Mike officially completed his first Olympic triathlon this past weekend. 
Could you do that?  I couldn't.

That's why we are a team.  I (bare, bear, behr?!?!?) children and create memories and he is athletic.

Tall guy, blue cap.  The guy in front of him looks cold (just an observation).

Oh there he is "transitioning".

And finishing the race.   Again - could you do that?

I didn't think so.

Speaking of my husband.  He is sitting across from me working and he has his iPhone plugged in.  I'm thinking GREAT, let's get some new blog material from his phone camera.  I bet he has cute  pictures of my mister baby man's that I don't.  Check out what i found...

Screen shots to prove his amazingness at Words, Humble?

Bag of lettuce and then lettuce blended.  Mmmm.  Anyone want to come over?

Mike's boss and co-worker.  Wouldn't you want to buy what they are selling?

I think this must be what they are selling. 

Seriously, Sexy.

Who do you think this one is going to?  Our personal home IT Director?

Let's see here....sprouting something.

Smart thinking, can't lose the car if you take a pic of where you parked it.

Won't forget the details if he has a picture. 

Maybe I should take a picture of where HIS bath towel goes.

So there were a few pictures of the baby on his phone, as well as a few bazillion of the dog, some cool sports cars driving down the road and of course a few dozen meals he has eaten.  Is this normal?  I would like to know what other dudes have in their camera phones. 

Good thing it is not his job to preserve the family memories. 

Side Note:  We are also watching "SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE" , and I SERIOUSLY LOVE it when Mike says "I could do that" or "they haven't done anything I don't already do...yet".  Come on....that's funny.

Love you honey.

Let's Hear it for my Huzband (em-pha-SIS on the Z).

Happy Father's Day

So my grand idea for Father's Day was to get Graham and Mike matching Mavs championship t-shirts.  Great idea, right?

Problem #1:  Apparently most toddlers don't care that the Mavs won a championship - or at least they don't want to flaunt it by wearing an appropriate sized t-shirt., b/c NO one makes a 2T Mavs shirt.  I could find onesie's, but if you know Mike he does NOT think there is a event of any type that would warrant the wearing of onesie by a 1 and a half year old.

Problem #2:  All the championship shirts are Sponge Bob Squareshirts.  They are stiff, shaped like giant boxes and the graphic is super blah.

Solution:  The Mavs should hire me to "do some stuff" for them and make them a  lot of money b/c I bet they barely tun a profit.  That would however, take away from my "doing stuff" for a few hours at my own job, so maybe it won't work out.

So for Fathers Day, we ended up getting Mike and overpriced vintage Mavs t-shirt, some Jack Black Beard Lube and G got some matching Mavs Toddler socks.  That's right I said Toddler socks, so they make socks but no T's, hmmmm...   You know it is a good gift when they put the shirt on, use the new shaving cream and hand me the baby socks knowing "I know what drawer G's socks go in" (as if I have changed his sock drawer since he was born).

G waiting to be "invited" to open Da Da's present.

Reading the card (as if he had never seen it before).

Attack of the giant, drooling German baby.  Hide your stuff, your friends and your children.

I've said it before, but my husband is a great dad and we are lucky to have him.

Let's Hear it for my Boyz.

Remember...

Helpful Tip - Photography 101:  When you are on vacation and someone asks you to take a picture, to ZOOM in a bit so you can see the subjects.

Let's Her it for Helpful Tips. 

 (Don't worry, I'm sure the lady that took this is taking a "break" from reading my blog -she won't be offended)

Bless her heart.

Kayla's Back ALRIGHT....

Kayla was G's nanny last summer and she is back for another summer with my Monster.  Kayla usually leaves before Graham is awake from his nap, so I have occasionally gotten a "surprise" when I go get him out of bed.  When he was 9 months old I got him up and he was dressed like a Tiny Chinaman.

Today, I get him up and he is dressed like a Guatemalan soccer player.

Kayla is Kelsey's sister, so I think Red is probably the Master Mind behind G's wardrobe and Kayla carries out the humor.  Thank you Carpenter family to traveling all the way to China (San Fran) and Guatemala and remembering G-unit. 

This has been the highlight of my day, it's so funny to me.  It's such a shock to get the baby out of a dark room and look down to try and figure out what in the world he is wearing, only to realize he has been themed.

Let's Hear it for the Carpenters. 

Teaser...

We started our first official swim (uh hmm -wild toddler goof off) class tonight.  Other moms were super serious about doing some beginner swim moves....I was concentrating on not letting my "always parched" child drink every ounce of the pool water so lessons could continue.

It was HILARIOUS.  It's one of those times I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry - because we were both having such a good time (and I am giant pregnant).  I can't believe he is old enough to love the water and I am old enough to have a baby (which I guess I could be 15 and have a baby - but thank goodness I'm not - what a mess of a mom I would have been in my "no side seam girbauds" and county seat forest green and tan hooded shirt).  G is a giant toddler and I think his favorite part was getting back to the pool chair where his apples and water were.  I felt like I needed to apologize to him for asking him to take an eating break for 30min....jeez.

If I knew what was going on on Facebook and  had a page my status would be .... I am thankful for a baby with a wonderful personality, who is healthy, a great eater and sleeper, loves his mama, and didn't die from drinking chlorine.  So my"friends" could think I was super annoying for thinking I have a perfect baby. 

Facebook is of the devil - I am sure of it.

More on swimming tomorrow.... It is DA DA's turn in the pool with G monster.

Let's Hear it for MY BABY, Let's Hear it for my little man!  (to the original/ classic tune)