Your Baby, Week 8

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Week 8

Baby: Your embryo, now about in its sixth week of development, is about the size of a grape — 0.56 to 0.8 inches from crown to rump. Eyelid folds and ears are forming and even the tip of the nose is visible. The arms have grown longer and bend at the elbows. Places where fingers and toes eventually will grow are becoming notched.

Mom-to-be: Your uterus, once the size of your fist, is now about the size of a grapefruit.

What’s Happening Inside You?

6 Weeks Your baby’s facial features continue to develop. Each ear begins as a little fold of skin at the side of the head. Tiny buds that eventually grow into arms and legs are forming. Fingers, toes and eyes are also forming

The neural tube (brain, spinal cord and other neural tissue of the central nervous system) is well formed. The digestive tract and sensory organs begin to develop. Bone starts to replace cartilage.

By the end of the second month, your baby, now a fetus, is about 1 inch long, weighs about 1/3 ounce, and is virtually all head (1/3 of its body is head).


YES! This is an announcement!

I am eight weeks pregnant!

We are expecting our third little one–due March 4, 2010!


Packing for a Week at the Beach

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We’re packing the car Friday night and leaving on Saturday.

I really am packing just the bare essentials. The absolute necessities!

But I have a 2-1/2 year old. And a one-year-old. So “bare essentials” include . . .

  • Two pack n plays, sheets & blankets
  • Two booster seats, sippy cups, spoons & forks, bowls & plates
  • Still debating about strollers: Should I take the double jogger? or two small umbrella strollers? We’ll see how much room we have . . .
  • Beach chairs
  • Beach toys (and inside toys)
  • Lots of sunscreen, sunglasses, sunhats
  • A week’s worth of baby food for 1yo
  • A week’s worth of diapers for 1yo (I’ll need an extra suitcase just for those!)
  • A few diapers for 2yo at night and during naps
  • Swim diapers for both
  • Entertainment for a few hours in the car . . .
  • A week’s worth of clothing for 2yo and 1yo (times two, just in case they get their clothes so dirty they have to change once/day)
  • Oh, and nail polish! (I promised Mara we would paint her fingernails and toenails at the beach!)
  • And tons of snacks and juice

I think that’s it.

Oh, wait . . . that’s just the kids’ stuff . . .

Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

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Grilled cheese sandwiches.

The kids love them! Mara dips hers in “dub-dup” (catsup). I’m not sure whether she really likes the sandwich–or just wants to lick off the catsup!

Micah loves most all food at this point in life. Although the thing he enjoyed most last night was tearing the sandwich apart and watching bits of bread “dangle” by strings of cheese. This made his day . . .

Welcome toooooooooo “Dinnertime With Kids, when your husband works late” . . . but, wait, it’s gets better!

I had to run upstairs during dinner, and when I came back, I heard Mara say very calmly, “Mommy? There’s something in my nose.”

I had her tilt her head back and could see nothing, as far up there as I could see . . .

“What’s in your nose?” I asked, since she so often lives in an imaginary world.

“Cheese,” she stated.

“Are you sure there is cheese in your nose?” I asked. “Because I don’t see any.”

“I put it there,” she said, once again very matter-of-factly.

At that point I too was sure she had cheese in her nose. Somewhere up there. I showed her how to “snort” and then I held the opposite nostril shut, and covered her mouth with my other hand, my mind going back to childhood days when my little sister put beads in her nose. She had survived beads. So I figured Mara would survive cheese.

I was hoping Mara would actually snort (instead of sniff and inhale the cheese into her lungs). Thankfully, she snorted!

And out it came–yes, a cheese booger!–about the size of my fingernail. GROSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

As I’m racing toward the trashcan, Mara says, “Why you are throwing it away, Mommy?”

Dinnertime. With kids.

Phraseology

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  • wheat tuh-ta-toes = sweet potatoes
  • bas-tet = basket (specifically, Baby Moses’ Basket)
  • am-i-lulls = animals
  • Vuh-Vone-Ah = Verona (our German Shepherd)
  • buh-ban-ah = banana
  • Mc-Sane = McCheyne (our Westie)
  • p’ay = pray
  • Tar-gick = Target
  • dippy dup = sippy cup
  • Happy Mal-len-ties Day to me! = Happy Valentines Day To Me! (basically means “congratulations” upon hearing anything exciting: we’re going to the park, she gets to watch Clifford, etc.)
  • ‘Lifford = Clifford
  • Emily Ah-lill-uh-bus = Emily Elizabeth (on Clifford)
  • Puh-teddy = spaghetti
  • Little ‘weeties = Mara and Micah (“Mommy’s little sweeties!”)

A Strider Bike?!?! I Can’t Believe It!

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I can’t believe it! I won a Strider Running Bike in a drawing at 5 Minutes for Mom!

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You have to understand . . . I’m not the “lucky” one . . . I’m the one who cut my finger open on the tuna can tonight, making a casserole for dinner. And then, after my husband and I “tag-teamed” getting two loaves of banana bread in the oven while putting the kids to bed, I found 2-1/2 sticks of melted butter in the microwave . . . I looked at the butter. . . . I looked at the banana bread–now rock-solid in the oven. Needless to say, we had to start over.

So I get super-excited when things like this happen!

Daniel came into the kitchen where I was working and asked, “Have you seen the comments on your blog lately?” (He knew how excited I would be!)

Ummmm, no.

So we read it together: A comment from Susan at 5MinutesforMom, to let me know we won!

That made my day!

We decided to go with a gender-neutral color, so all of our kids can use the bike.

Of those options, we asked Mara to pick a color: Blue, red, yellow, orange, or green.

And she said, “Ummmm, PINK!”

“No, Mara,” Daniel said, “That’s not one of the choices.” He listed them again, and she still wanted pink. “Pink is for ‘derls!” she said emphatically.

Then Mara said, “Blue is for boys!” so even though Daniel said he liked primary colors best, we ruled out blue. Of the choices we gave her, Mara finally offered “green,” and Daniel said the green bike made him think of puke. Okay, well, then why did you give her green as an option? (Green was my first choice.)

Who knew the color choice could be so complicated?! But with three opinionated Type A’s in the same house, I shouldn’t be surprised.

Finally we agreed on red  . . . It is a primary color. It’s not “for boys.” It’s not “for derls.” And, best of all, it doesn’t make Daniel think of puke.

So Mara will be getting a Strider bike for her birthday this year! But shhhhh! She doesn’t know she’s getting a bike! We just told her she was just picking a color!