Counting Down

Have you ever heard Arnold Schwarzenegger in his movies yell, "Get Out! Grab My Hand!"? Well, that's how I feel today. Get this baby out of me. I know once they come out you can't put them back in, but I am ready. I think. Don't get me wrong, I love the waddling, constantly pulling up your pants, peeing every 15 minutes, and the sudden change of moods, but I think I am ready for my precious son to be here.
I am curious to know who he looks like, Jake or me. Samuel looks nothing like me, he is all Jake, so I wonder if this one will resemble me at all either. Either way he will be a handsome little man, because I am his mommy and I said so. I went through baby clothes finally on Sunday, and I forgot how tiny the outfits are. Poor Jake had to listen to me ooh and aah over them and I know he wanted to run away. I'm sure he was thinking "Pick a mood, woman".

This paragraph is dedicated to my sister.

Alright, alright, you have talked me out of it. Jake and I have decided to name our son (drumroll please) -- Felix Giuseppe Richard Nixon Haar. We will call him Clementine for short.

Please do not be offended if I do not tell you the name of my unborn son. I would like something to be a surprise and it is my choice not to tell. I do not tell you what is inside your Christmas presents before you open them, so do not get upset about the name thing and try to guilt me out of it. Patience is a virtue, and you will know soon enough. (The sooner the better! Say it with me, the sooner the better, the sooner the better, the sooner the better...)

Now that I have polished off an entire bag of powdered doughnuts, I will sign off. If you don't hear from me in a while, it's because our little boy has arrived. Wish us luck!

Goodbye

Yesterday was the funeral for Jake's Dad. It was pretty sad, as funerals are. He was cremated, so there was no body to view, but instead his urn and pictures of him were displayed on a table in the front of the church. Their neighbor (with help from the family) had put together a slide show with music and did a wonderful job. It showed his life from childhood to days before he passed away. I don't know how many times I watched it, but every time still hurt just as much. It is so hard to believe that he is gone. He will be greatly missed, and always appreciated. I am glad that I got to tell him "Thank You" for everything that he has done. He raised a wonderful son (well, three of them, but I am only in love with one) , he was a wonderful Grandpa, and an outstanding person overall. I am fortunate and thankful to have been a part of his life.

Dale F. Haar

May 17, 1949 - April 15, 2007

We will miss you!

No weezing the SALT!

I went to my weekly doctor's appointment on Wednesday, and she said I am between a 1 and a 2. Yeah me. Physically I am so ready to have this baby, however I am not prepared in most other ways. Jake's dad is still hanging on, and all of the family is pretty much staying with him in hospice, so we haven't finished the baby's room or went through baby clothes, or anything. When I get off work, I pick up Sam from daycare, (which is 20 mi. from home but totally worth the drive) go to hospice for a little bit and then it is Sam's bedtime so we go home, and we both try to catch some zzz's. Although it doesn't sound like much, it is pretty exhausting. How am I going to function with double the workload? No wonder mom's are crazy. It's hard for me to understand how the generations before me had 5 or more children and still liked each other without straight jackets, and chronic alcoholism.

Word of caution to all pregnant women: Do NOT eat a whole bag of sunflower seeds and expect your ankles not be the size of grapefruits. It was just plain ridiculous. I could grab my ankles and my handprint was still there five minutes later. Way to go Einstein.

Watching grass grow

Kathy is my friend. She is strong and beautiful. She does not care for chinese food. She likes BBQ sunflower seeds. We go together like peas and carrots.

This is our mascot. His name is Woody. He eats termites and drinks vodka. That is why he stands in one spot.

Haim Gnillewlu

Happy 20-10th Birthday to my bestest friend in the whole wide world!

When we were younger we would have celebrated our birthdays in a totally different manner, but now that we are older and wiser (more like- we have more responsibilities and we're tired) we do things that are relaxing and fulfilling. In our earlier twenties, a nice meal with our families would never end so we could go party, but now it's something we look forward too. A meal that we don't have to cook, and someone else cleans up after us. What could be better. Oh yeah, if Applebee's still had the Rio Rancho steak. Sorry Miah.

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Now:

I hope you have a super birthday, and hopefully we can get together soon and celebrate your new decade. HA HA HA. I shouldn't talk much, my time is coming soon to a theater near me...

Have a great Easter weekend and don't forget to hide the eggs inside on Sunday, as they don't freeze well and neither do the children.

Hug Day

Yesterday, Jake and I received some horrible news. His Dad has only a few weeks left to live. He is suffering from esophageal cancer (yes, the same shit my Dad is thankfully recovering from). I won't get into all of the details, but today I would like everyone to think of their loved ones and appreciate them. I am guilty to the core of taking the people I love for granted, and not spending enough time with them, and when they are gone I am going to kick myself. So I just wanted to give a little reminder that no one is forever, and maybe give your family and friends an extra hug and kiss today, just because you can.