Gush

I'm a lame blogger, I know. First I don't update, then my updates aren't that interesting. Things are going to get worse before they get better, so just be warned. This post is a random assortment of things that in themselves don't make up a whole post, or maybe they do, but I haven't posted on them yet, and I'm going to get it out of the way with one massive post. Here we go.

Ian has finally achieved the height necessary to open doors. He has been watching us do it for forever and I'm sure has planned on what exactly he's going to do once he can close his whole ham fist around the doorknob. This isn't a real problem, but it means that when Jesse goes into the bathroom and closes the door, Ian runs right after him and throws open the door with a certain triumphant flourish. It makes me laugh.

Ian has three molars that have broken through his gums, and has at least two more that are really close to coming in. I've been giving him Ibuprofen every once in a while to help with the pain, and I think it makes him drowsy. He slept from 9 p.m. last night to 6:30 a.m. this morning. Drugging the little lamb may become a nightly ritual.

We went to see the Christmas lights downtown on Friday. Some friends of ours organized it, and I went in a little early to meet Jesse's new coworkers and Justice Ginsburg. Then we walked over to meet our friends, but they ended up getting stuck in traffic. By the time they got there, we had about five minutes of peace before Ian started screaming. We took some quick pictures with the Capitol Christmas tree and booked it over to Union Station where we found that Ian's hands and feet were freezing. Poor kid.





Here is a picture of me six and a half months pregnant with Ian:


Here is a picture of me six and a half months pregnant with this next baby:


Weight gain was a problem with Ian and is even more of a problem with this baby. I'm starting to get worried, but what more can I do? I don't even eat more than one fruit or vegetable a day to save room for the more calorie-dense foods, but I can't keep that up indefinitely. That causes problems. And I feel like I look stupid. I look like I'm pretending to be pregnant by sticking a basketball in my shirt. Oh, and sorry for the slouchy clothes. I don't have any excuse. I just didn't feel like changing for the picture. At least both pictures are equally hideous.

In other news, I'm going to get my hair cut. I'm going to cut it short, maybe three or four inches, and I'm going to just slap mousse in it after I get out of the shower, some wax on the ends, and maybe some hairspray at the roots. I'm going for purposefully disheveled, but not quite spiky. I like having longer hair better than short hair, but there's no purpose in keeping the hair if I don't have time to do it every day, and with two boys under two years...pretty sure hair is going to be the least of my worries. But if it only takes ten minutes I can afford to worry about it. Here are some pictures I have of hair cuts:


This first woman's face is totally Photoshopped. It's like her head was turned, and they worked on some of her features but lost the appropriate angle. Or maybe her face is shaped like a flounder's head. This is probably the closest to what I want, maybe, but a little longer at the bottom...
And done more like this woman's:


Or maybe like this, but maybe an inch shorter on the ends and a lot shorter in the front.


What's up with these hair models? This last one can turn her head better than an owl.

And finally, choosing baby names with Jesse is impossible. If anyone has any baby names suggestions, please suggest. Jesse likes Gabriel, and I like it too, but I hate to subject a kid to always being called "Gabe". What if he doesn't like that nickname? People will automatically assume that's what he wants to be called. I like Carson, but Jesse says it reminds him of Carson City, Nevada. I don't even think he's ever been there. We don't want really common names or really popular names. Those are the two stipulations. So, if you suggest the name we finally choose, there will be some sort of great prize. I'm not sure what yet, but it will be great. Maybe a whole post thanking you or something.

Oh, and one more thing. This baby is kicking SO HARD. I don't think I'll end up going into labor--he'll just eventually kick a hole in my side and climb out. Will that be more or less painful than labor, I wonder?