First up, some birthday pictures:
My cards
My beautiful roses
My cup of flowers (with attached balloon!) that were delivered
My YUMMY cake
My lit candles
After I turned 26, Joanna decided to turn 15 months! This was Thursday, and I also turned 7 weeks pregnant. Here's another preggo shot. We tried and tried to get a good one of Joanna and me, but she was so not in the mood to pose. I think this one's pretty cute, though.
Thursday was also Joanna's last day of Mother's Day Out for the spring (sniffle, sniffle), and I tried to get a good one of her at school, but again, she wasn't posing or even looking at the camera. This was the best I got.
Here she is on her first day of school, about 9 months ago -- oh my goodness!
Thursday night Matt and I got to go out to dinner and a movie. I've started feeling my "morning sickness" in the evenings lately, but we still had a good time. Unfortunately, I think I ate too much with dinner and movie snacks. This might be TMI, but I got pretty sick late after we got home. I haven't had a repeat yet, so I'm hoping it was more bad choices on my part than pregnancy nausea. I'm looking forward to our 8 week appointment next week. Matt's taking half a day to come with me. We're looking forward to seeing our little peanut on the first ultrasound!
On Friday I took Joanna to her 15 month well baby check-up. Of course, she's perfect, but here are some specifics:
Height: 29 1/2 inches
Weight: 19lb 1/2 ounce
So she's still not on the charts for her weight, but it's moving up the "Joanna scale" nicely.
Finally, I will leave you with a scary (for me) story:
Joanna and I were hanging around the house on Friday just playing. She was practicing her climbing on the fireplace hearth. I piled a bunch of stuff on there so she wouldn't fit, then I sat down on the chair close-by to monitor her not climbing. She is always coming up to me and bringing me little treasures she finds (sticks, leaves, string, etc.). Well, this time she had a dead cockroach clutched in her little hand. I jumped up and started yelling (calmly, at first) at her to please put it down, please let go. She smiled for a little while -- what a fabulous treasure I've found! -- until my yelling escalated to screaming. I was terrified she was going to put it in her mouth and I couldn't make myself touch it. I was screaming "PUT IT DOWN, PLEASE PUT IT DOWN! JOANNA, PUT IT DOWN, PLEASE!" So she started to cry because she had no idea what I was talking about, but she was still clutching the thing. I grabbed her arm and used a magazine to pry her fingers open and push the roach onto the chair. Then I grabbed her and we went outside to calm down. I was shaking so hard. (Ya'll, I have a serious fear, here. I really am getting better, but this was more than I was ready for.) Joanna calmed down immediately (and tried to eat the leg still stuck to her hand). I did manage to flick that off, then we went inside and washed our hands with soap and water. My mom got home a few minutes later and got rid of the little carcass for me. Oh, it was awful. My mom said I should get to know my neighbors better. I can just see myself clutching Joanna as I knock on my neighbor's door and screaming, "Please get it out of her hands!"
My beautiful roses
My cup of flowers (with attached balloon!) that were delivered
My YUMMY cake
My lit candles
After I turned 26, Joanna decided to turn 15 months! This was Thursday, and I also turned 7 weeks pregnant. Here's another preggo shot. We tried and tried to get a good one of Joanna and me, but she was so not in the mood to pose. I think this one's pretty cute, though.Thursday was also Joanna's last day of Mother's Day Out for the spring (sniffle, sniffle), and I tried to get a good one of her at school, but again, she wasn't posing or even looking at the camera. This was the best I got.
Here she is on her first day of school, about 9 months ago -- oh my goodness!
Thursday night Matt and I got to go out to dinner and a movie. I've started feeling my "morning sickness" in the evenings lately, but we still had a good time. Unfortunately, I think I ate too much with dinner and movie snacks. This might be TMI, but I got pretty sick late after we got home. I haven't had a repeat yet, so I'm hoping it was more bad choices on my part than pregnancy nausea. I'm looking forward to our 8 week appointment next week. Matt's taking half a day to come with me. We're looking forward to seeing our little peanut on the first ultrasound!On Friday I took Joanna to her 15 month well baby check-up. Of course, she's perfect, but here are some specifics:
Height: 29 1/2 inches
Weight: 19lb 1/2 ounce
So she's still not on the charts for her weight, but it's moving up the "Joanna scale" nicely.
Finally, I will leave you with a scary (for me) story:
Joanna and I were hanging around the house on Friday just playing. She was practicing her climbing on the fireplace hearth. I piled a bunch of stuff on there so she wouldn't fit, then I sat down on the chair close-by to monitor her not climbing. She is always coming up to me and bringing me little treasures she finds (sticks, leaves, string, etc.). Well, this time she had a dead cockroach clutched in her little hand. I jumped up and started yelling (calmly, at first) at her to please put it down, please let go. She smiled for a little while -- what a fabulous treasure I've found! -- until my yelling escalated to screaming. I was terrified she was going to put it in her mouth and I couldn't make myself touch it. I was screaming "PUT IT DOWN, PLEASE PUT IT DOWN! JOANNA, PUT IT DOWN, PLEASE!" So she started to cry because she had no idea what I was talking about, but she was still clutching the thing. I grabbed her arm and used a magazine to pry her fingers open and push the roach onto the chair. Then I grabbed her and we went outside to calm down. I was shaking so hard. (Ya'll, I have a serious fear, here. I really am getting better, but this was more than I was ready for.) Joanna calmed down immediately (and tried to eat the leg still stuck to her hand). I did manage to flick that off, then we went inside and washed our hands with soap and water. My mom got home a few minutes later and got rid of the little carcass for me. Oh, it was awful. My mom said I should get to know my neighbors better. I can just see myself clutching Joanna as I knock on my neighbor's door and screaming, "Please get it out of her hands!"
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