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Also-AD woke up at 6:15 this morning because, and I quote, "it's morning now".
So tired.
Must Nap.

Our morning at the shrine to commercialism

This morning we took Adrian to the Build-A-Bear Workshop at the mall to make a lovey for himself and one for his impending sister. Aunt Toots had given us gift cards for this purpose waaay back at Christmas and we figured it might make more sense to wait until we were really close to baby day before we went.
Adrian chose Big Bird for himself and a bunny for Fiona. This is him saying "Thanks, Aunt Toots!"

And once you've finished the choosing/stuffing/fluffing/dressing you get to type in some quick info and you get a birth certificate for your bundle of fluff. As a side note; Adrian's Big Bird was outfitted in a spider man t-shirt and a construction hard hat.

Then we ate lunch, rode the train (which gets an enthusiastic thumbs up) and came home.

I also popped into the Williams & Sonoma, which is my happy place.... Although Starbucks makes me pretty happy, too--and they just opened one across from our neighborhood. I haven't been in yet because if I do, I fear I may not want to ever leave.

And for those of you counting down: 16 DAYS TO BABY!

By popular demand

Aaron, AD, and Lunchbox on the couch.

My pregnant self at 33 weeks. (I know, I know our house is a mess. We're in the process of re-arranging for baby girl)
AD reading to Lunchbox. It was one of those moments where I cursed myself for not having the video camera charged up.

And that is all I have the energy for right now. More later.

Toddler's Anatomy

Lately we've been discussing anatomical differences--A.D.'s taken an interest in potty training so the whole "i-have-a-penis" thing is currently big news. And any time we see a boy in public, Adrian is quick to point out "he has a penis".

Hooray for recognizing that boy=penis, and boo for being so very verbal about it around complete and total strangers.

Revenge, served cold.

Last weekend, Aaron was switching from night shift to day shift. As he was trying to realign his internal clock he found himself full of energy at 3AM. What to do with all that energy? Apparently the answer is clean the kitchen. Unload the dishwasher, reload dishwasher, move stuff around, BE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOY YOUR VERY PREGNANT WIFE. His intentions were good, but once you wake the beast it tends to stay woken. Infuriated at having my sleep interrupted by a full grown human who should know better, I consoled myself coming up with a list of things I could do to get back at him without crossing the line. All mildly annoying, none of which are actually illegal. Pick and choose at your discretion and enjoy heartily.

1. Replace coffee with decaf.
2. Mix salt with coffee grounds.
3. Remove shoelaces from one of each pair of shoes
4. Reprogram cell phone directory so that 5 numbers are off by one digit
5. Reprogram stereo settings to least favorite music stations
6. Switch all video games into wrong boxes (this works with CDs, too)
7. Sign up for all kinds of embarrassing mail in their name
8. Replace alcohol with similar looking juice

And there were others, but it was a few days ago and my memory is fuzzy. Please note that I haven't actually DONE any of these, but coming up with them was a great tonic.

Three times in two days.

Here is something I never thought I'd blog about, but I suppose having a toddler it becomes inevitable.
Adrian dropped a deuce in the toilet. One yesterday and two today. I have never poured so much praise on one human being in the span of 48 hours, but anything that gets us closer to potty training is worth excessive praise.

the only downside to this is that every time I get on the phone he wants to tell whomever I'm talking to that he pooped in the potty.