Santa lives in Miami

On Sunday morning it was quite chilly. My friend Lety gave Sofia this Cinderella sweater recently and I thought it was the perfect opportunity to put it on her. She looked so cute in it!! I only have one sweater that fits me. It's this beautiful, red, 3/4 sleeve sweater. Very cozy, but not too thick. Perfect for Miami winters.

(disclaimer: not really me. I have a head.)

As I'm finishing up my make up in the bathroom mirror, Sofia jumps up on the toilet and begins to check out her new sweater.

Me: You look beautiful!! You look just like a princess!

Sofia: And you look like Santa!

Great! When you can pass for the fat old dude, you know you have gained some weight.

Anyways, with that in mind, here's the newest stats on Baby Logan. Everything looks awesome. My ultrasound results look good and the baby is growing according to schedule. I just took my glucose test, so cross your fingers that everything comes out well. Also, the doc scheduled my c-section for Feb. 6. So it looks like Baby Logan is going to share a birthday with his Tia Ana.

It's kind of a bummer that I have to have an amnio 2 days before the c-section. I've been guaranteed my many that it's not a big deal, but I'm still kind of nervous. What if the needle goes in and pokes Baby Logan's eye out? Or, I keep having visions of the placenta popping like a balloon. When I expressed these very same thoughts to my OB, he kind of looked at me funny, but I tend to think he doesn't possess to much patience to begin with.

Oh well. I have time to adjust to the fact. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts.

Taco Hell

That's what one of my friends call it, but I am so craving Taco Bell. I swear they put crack cocaine in their chalupa's. I cannot explain my addiction to all that greasy beef and cheese on a thick tortilla. It must be a pregnancy thing because I do not normally eat that stuff. For goodness sake, it's not even real Mexican food!!

Other things, I'm currently addicted to:
Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch
Coke Zero
Pop Tarts
DiGiornos Pizza (OMG...have you seen the calorie content for their single serve pizza...it's like 700+ calories if you eat the entire thing..which I totally can!)
Capri Suns
Publix cupcakes

Basically, I'm eating everything I try to avoid giving to Sofia. Yesterday, when I picked up Sofia from school, I fixed her this uber-healthy snack plate consisting of baby carrots w/ a bit of ranch dressing for dipping, apple slices, goldfish crackers and a couple of slices of cheddar cheese. I then procede to stuff my face with a cupcake. Sofia looked at me. Looked at her plate. Then begged me for a cupcake. Uhmm...how was I supposed to justify this? So, I ended up giving her a cupcake as well. At least she only ate the frosting, but does that really make it any better?

What do they make sucky sequals???

I took Sofia to see Madagascar 2 yesterday and what a piece of crap!! Sofia apparently liked it (but what does she know, really?) because she was one of the only kids in the audience who decided that a crowded theater was not the best place to have a ginormous tantrum.

**oh and to you parents out there who feel that it's not necessary to take a screaming kid out of the theater just because it's a kids movie...you're idiots! I swear I was about to chuck my Coke Zero (thank you Cobb for carrying my latest addiction) at you, but the fact that I paid nearly $5 for freaking cup of it made me think twice. I'm such a cheap bastard!****

Uhgg! What a waste of time. I was more impressed by the cool new Dyson hand dryer in the bathroom, than the actual movie. They are so neat. You just put your hand in this dryer and poof, they're dry. It's so space age.

Future Ansel Adams???

I don't think so! Unless Ansel took boob shots instead of scenic views.... and was a girl. Anyways, this is what happens when you give a 3 year old a camera. Overall, not bad!

Meet Madame Bijou

Ok, so that's not necessarily the best comparison because I just read on Wikipedia that Madame Bijou was once a rich old lady that became destitute and lived off charity till she died. However, when I saw Sofia with all these necklaces around her neck, I immediately thought of her.

Long before I entertained the thought of having children, I started dumping all my jewelry (at least the fake ones) into this old box. I said that if I ever have a little girl, I would save it for her so she can play with it. Well, many years later, I pulled out this box and gave it to Sofia. She loves playing with it all and pretends that she's a princess or sometimes comes up to me and says she has a present and gives me a ring or necklace. Hey...at least she learning to recycle!

I'm in love...

...with baby bedding.

Initially, I wasn't going to splurge on bedding for the new baby. I was just going to go the practical route and buy some nice sheets and a bumper. For some time there, I was going to use Sofia's old crib bedding, but Jose was adamant that no boy of his will sleep on pink sheets. Yeah, like they care at that age!

Anyways, Jose in an ultra sweet move, told his family that if they wanted to get him a birthday present this year, all he wants are some gift certificates to Babies R'Us. We don't really need much, but there are a couple of things that we wanted to update. The last thing on my list of updates was crib bedding, but after my mom and aunt volunteered to buy us a stroller and swing chair, crib bedding got bumped up on the list. Well, for Jose's birthday his family and friends gave him $150 worth of Babies R' Us gift certificates and now I can finally afford the crib bedding I've been coveting. It's currently sold out, but once it's back in stock it will belong to Baby Logan.

Check it out. Isn't it cute?

And off she goes...

Sofia learned how to ride her bike! Ok, so it still has training wheels, but it was a big step up from her tricycle. The problem is that with a tricycle you are in the sitting posting. On a bike, you are perched on this little seat and have to maneuver your legs round and round. I didn't think it would be this difficult.

The first day it was a complete failure. She kept on pedaling backwards. But we kept practicing and now look at her. She's fleeing from me!!! No really... I had to run my pregnant ass after her before she got to the street! It was still cute though.

R.I.P. Dorothy

....maybe we will meet again somewhere over the rainbow.

You know, I really do appreciate that Rita doesn't use my shoes as chew toys, but I kinda feel bad for poor Dorothy. Her poor little arms are now stubs. She looks like a reject from a bad horror movie. The kind of horror movie where dolls kill people. Oohh....I always hated those!

Sofia was a little bit upset, but truth be told the initial damage was done by her. The hair!! That was Sofia trying to comb it. Yep...not a future hair stylist in the making with this one people.

Candy Withdrawl

There has to be some clinic for Halloween candy addiction. Between Friday and today, I have consumed so much candy that I'm practically twitching in my sleep. Sofia made out like a bandit on Halloween. She got way too much candy for a 3 year old:

I think I'm doing good by eating it all and not giving any to Sofia, but she getting her fair share. It's getting so bad that I actually ponder over what kind of candy is acceptable breakfast candy. For example, Sofia comes up to me this morning holding a Banana Laffy Taffy.

Me: No way. That is not appropriate this early in the morning.

Sofia: Pleeaassee??

Me: No. It's too sticky.

She begins to pout. I realize as I stick a Butterfingers into my mouth that I am not setting a good example.

Me: Ok. Why don't you have a chocolate. It's better for you. (IT IS! Don't kids eat Coco Puffs for breakfast??What about Pop Tarts?? It's the same thing!)

Anyways. I'm cutting the both of us off tomorrow. Any candy that is leftover I'm taking it to work and letting everyone else eat it. I can't even begin to imagine how much weight I have gained and how badly my dentist bills are going to be. My OB is going to put me on weight checks at my next visit!

Speaking of OB visits: This is me at 5.5 months. I'm due for another pic soon, since tomorrow I'm officially 24 weeks (yeah! 4 more months to go!). It's a horrible pic, but the best I could do in a partially lighted bathroom.