A Little Laney Bean Anecdote

Just wanted to share this cute little tidbit before it got lost in the shuffle:

Teaching a little girl how to properly put on her undies can be tricky sometimes. Three holes in the material and two legs to place correctly often turns up some.. interesting.. configurations. Usually I tell Laney to find the bow on the front and that helps her put them on the right way. But not all little girls' panties have bows on the front. So I'll say, look for the tag, the tag goes in the back. But, again, not all panties have tags in the back. Most notably, baby gap panties. Their tag, for whatever reason, is in the front. And off-center.

Totally confusing for my little girl.

The other day I caught her running around with her gap panties on backwards. It was ridiculously cute and funny, particularly if you get a kick out of wedgies.

I laughed a little as I said to her, "Elayna, come here, baby, I can see your butt crack! Let me help you fix it."

She whipped her head around and stared at me with utter dismay.

"OH NO!!!", she cried, "My butt is CRACKING!"

Oh my. Poor little thing. Took a while to convince her that her rear end, was, indeed, just fine and that there was definitely NOT a need for a great big band-aid.

Forty Weeks

Oh Look, according to my cute little ticker, it is "go time".

Someone should inform this little pumpkin here all cozy and comfy inside my belly. She has apparently missed the memo.

There is NOTHING going on here. Not a single contraction all day. And for someone who has had weeks of prodromal labor/Braxton Hicks/non-productive contractions - this almost seems a cruel joke.

No. No, I will choose instead to believe this is simply the calm before the storm. A reprieve to recharge the ole' batteries. A much needed rest.

Although, according to the multitudes of moms who have been there and done that (albeit many, many years ago) all I really need to do is push a car, shovel snow, or walk 20 miles and voila! labor will inevitably happen. I just have to stop being so dern lazy about it.

I still remember the utter exhaustion of the 30 hr. labor to get Joshua and well, I guess my philosophy is that I would much rather go into labor (which I WILL, when my body is ready to) well rested than right after wearing myself out. Call me crazy.

So...

What do you do when it's your due date and there's no sign of a baby and it's hot and humid outside?

GO SWIMMING!!! And no, I don't mean laps at the pool...

I'm talking floating on your back on a caribbean blue body of water while your whole body relaxes, listening to the water lapping around you and smelling the white pines on the shore.

See ya on the far side...