Already very uncooperative?!?!?

So we had our big 3D ultrasound yesterday. We were so excited, could hardly wait. "What was it going to be like to actually see our baby's face?", we pondered. Well, Baby Walters was not having it. S/he squashed his/her face right up against the placenta and wouldn't budge. So... no clear pictures for us, but we did get these little gems.

Oh yeah, and when we did happen to catch a quick face shot... the little bugger shot its hands up and hid behind them.
So young and already being a pisser. Great, just great!

I love my iPod

Yuppers, I wasn't to keen on the idea of it when Brian gave me for Christmas 2 years ago... but I have to say, with a big dose of humility, that it is far and away one of the greatest gifts I've ever gotten. It really never gets old. How can it? I can add all sorts of new songs all the time. I don't need to buy the whole stinkin' album. There's no fumbling with CDs. I've got all my music neatly packaged up in a little tiny case! iPod's are brilliant!

Seriously, could you imagine any other way you could bring songs like "Screw you, We're from Texas" and "Ave Maria" together and not cause a Holy War???? Yeah, I've got a very eclectic music collection, but let's not go there, okay?

The iPod is so much more versatile that I ever expected. I couldn't imagine long drives, or 50 mile bike rides, or going running without it. I only wish there was some way to take it swimming too. I can't remember what life was like before the iPod, and to be quite honest, I really don't want to. Bravo, Apple, Bravo.

So sad...

So I think I'm finally (not that I'm complaining!!) starting to experience some true pregnancy-hormone induced mood swings. Not bad, considering I'm almost 7 months into this adventure. I have to say that I'm really glad that it's just starting now because I don't think I (or Brian!) could have handled a full 9 months of this crap.

I was so moody this weekend. It was ridiculous. Brian, bless his heart, did the best he could. Poor Cooper was so skittish around me because he wasn't sure what to expect. It was awful.

Add to that, I'm now having problems falling and staying asleep at night. I woke up last night at 2:30 in the morning, and freaked out because I couldn't hear Cooper breathing. I got out of bed, and sure enough he wasn't in our room!?!? Where could he be? Instantly, I thought, "OMG, I forgot to let him back in last night!" I ran downstairs calling his name, only to find him asleep on the couch! Then, those damn hormones kicked in... and I started crying because I realized that he was sleeping down there because I left the dismantled crib right smack dab in the middle of the rug he sleeps on! I felt horrible. I sat there crying and telling him how sorry I was. It was pathetic. I brought him back upstairs and promptly began moving the crib to another part of the room. Poor Brian woke up, all confused, "What the heck is going on?"

All I could say was, "I'm pregnant. I'm going crazy. Please go back to bed!"

I woke up this morning and found Cooper sleeping soundly in "his spot"... surrounded by his toys! That made all the late night insanity worth it for me.

Just another day in the backyard!

As promised, I finally have proof of Cooper's frisbee prowess! We spent the evening yesterday romping around in the backyard. I got lots of shots/video of Cooper doing what he does best.

Catching Frisbees


Diving for rocks in the Creek


and just hanging out.

I lose stuff.

That's right. I am horrible about losing things. I misplace my keys and cellphone on a daily basis. I lose my wallet/debit/credit cards on a weekly basis. Sunglasses don't tend to last more than a few months (unless they are a nice pair of Oakley's and then I don't lose them... Brian steals them!). The point is, I've very absent-minded and can't be trusted with much.

Brian bought me a very nice digital camera a few years ago. I was so good about keeping it in one spot. Well, up until about 7 months ago that is. I last used the camera on a family outing down in Baltimore. I remembered vividly that last pictures I took with it. And then *poof* the camera was gone. No where to be found. I spent all of November, December, and a good part of January in complete denial about the camera. Brian would ask to use it, and I'd say, "Oh yeah, it's in my desk at work. I'll bring it home tomorrow." It was a white lie. The camera wasn't at work, but I just wasn't ready to hear it from him. He nags on me about losing stuff and I just didn't want to hear yet. I don't know when, but sometime early this Spring, I finally did it. I broke my silence and admitted the unthinkable, "Brian, I have no clue where the camera is. It's lost. I've looked everywhere and it's gone. Just let it go. I'll buy a new one soon." It became a big joke for him. He told everyone. Told them how much I suck with personal belongings. Told them, "I lose EVERYTHING." Well, apparently not everything because I seem to find my way home every night. Duh. So anyways... he's been relishing the fact that he has something major to hold over my head.... well, that was until HE did the unthinkable... and actually lost something himself.

Oh, what was it? Oh, not something small and insignificant. Nope. It was a $350 Craftsman wrench/socket set. He couldn't have lost a screwdriver, or a measuring tape. Nope, the whole damn set, case and all. I have to be honest and tell you all that as much as I'm pissed about the $350 setback... I'm LOVING every minute of this. As I told him, "Now we're even. Let the camera go, pal." So here we are, about $800 in the hole because we now have to replace a camera AND a tool-set, but at least the score is even, right?

OH but wait because this story does have a happy ending! We were having a minor "disagreement" about the misplacement of items in our household last night, and Brian actually attempted to blame ME for the missing tools! I had an idea about where they might be... so I ran to the downstairs (ie. JUNK) closet to see what I could find. No tools... but I did find an old purse I don't use anymore. I opened it up to see if I had someehow left $100 in it... no money...

but there was the missing camera! HOLY HELL!!!!!!!!!!!! YAHTZEE!!!!!!!!!! I have no clue how I hadn't check there sooner, but at that point, I didn't care. The prodigal camera had finally come home and it was time for Mama to celebrate! I proceeded to do a little victory dance all around the kitchen, which I imagine was quite a sight given my swelling pregnant form! It was joyous. It was relief. I'm not a loser anymore, for now at least. We don't have to buy a new camera... but that still doesn't solve the tool-set caper.

The really good news is that I can finally take pictures/video clips of Cooper catching the frisbee.