No More Butt Comments

I felt it wasn't appropriate for me to post a picture of my bare butt and so Camden graciously lent me a picture of his cute butt. You might ask, "why even post a picture of a butt?" I need to get this off my chest and what a better medium than to the whole blogging world?

A few days ago I was getting myself ready, a real feat for me and my chubby self these days especially because Camden loves to pull apart the bathroom while I'm trying to make myself somewhat presentable. I usually make it to a half-way presentable stage before he does something that requires my interference, such as eating the deodorant stick or filling the toilet with tissue. While in the midst of this adventure my mom came down from upstairs to say hello. I was in my underwear blowing my hair. My mom came around the corner, saw the scene and said, "Ohhh, look at your cute pregnant bum", and proceeded to pat my over sized cheek. I turned off my blow dryer and looked at her dumbfounded. "Did you really just do that?", I asked her. "What, I said look at your cute pregnant bum" as if the added "cute" had made it okay. "Uh, no more comments about my fat butt please," I said. "Oh come on Kate everyone knows that you're supposed to gain weight when you are pregnant." she replied. "And that doesn't make me feel any better about it especially because my butt is not were the baby is growing. What if I came up to you, patted your butt and said 'Oh look at your cute middle-aged butt.' And if you were upset told you not to worry because everyone gains weight when they get older." She said that was different but could sorta see why I was a little annoyed. I dropped it but was a little more self conscious that day of my "cute" pregnant butt. I'm sure I was being a little over sensitive, as I tend to be with all the extra baby hormones, but please it's hard enough being pregnant, so. . . no more butt comments.

p.s. no hard feelings towards my mom, her intent was not to offend.

News from the Belly

When I had Camden I knew he was a boy. Although, I thought I wanted a girl the hunch was always there that "it" was a he. This pregnancy I was sure I was going to have a she, and even the bizarre but famous "ring" test told me I was due for a girl. And so, I bought fabric to make a girl quilt (a very adorable one at that) and apparently the universe felt I was meddling and now I will be having a boy. I really didn't even care what sex I got until I bought all that fabric and cut it up and sewed it all back together just in time to find out I would not be using it. Blast. That should teach me.
Truly though, I am very excited for my baby boy. I can do boys, and Camden will have a friend for life. I also have a boy name that I've been wanting to use that my brother-in-law was trying to steal from me (although, he thought I was trying to steal it from him) I know what you are thinking, "a brother-in-law has names? I thought only girls did that?" But it is true, I've tried to tell him it's like a boy having picked out wedding colors as a teenager or doodling their girlfriends name during school. Nonetheless, I beat him to the punch! Sorry Jeff, I love ya still the same. Here is a pic of the tyke from the belly.

Christmas Chaos

I'm so excited to have found a picture of the mess!


I think my nephew Caleb said it best after he finished playing with Camden one afternoon, "This kid is busy!" Christmas Eve was a perfect example when we decorated gingerbread houses and Shane and I were creating a barn/farmyard version to enter into our family contest. I, being the meticulous perfectionist I am, wasn't allowing Camden to help as much as he wanted, mainly because he was less help and more chaos than anything. I'm usually not that kind of a mom but I'm sure all you mom's can relate that sometimes you just want to make something nice even if it is a gingerbread house. Luckily, Mike came to the rescue!! He let Camden go to town. He stripped him down to his diaper, gave him a table knife and some frosting, and let him at it. Every minute or so Mike would take Camden to the fridge or pantry and let him choose a new food embellishment to use. By the end of the experiment their gingerbread house had frosting, marshmallows, pretzels, almonds, two honeycombs, ketchup, mustard, chocolate sauce, sprinkles, I think a few pieces of dog food, and honey. All of that was conglomerated on one section of the roof. It was quite the masterpiece and really sweet of Mike. I think Mike has a soft spot for Camden which makes me happy.