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I think it all really started on Monday afternoon.  My mother and I were talking about movies that we would like to see in the movie theater.  When my mom learned that my girls had not seen Frozen yet, she decided that was something we needed to do.  I looked up show times, and saw that Tuesdays are $5 movie days with free popcorn and the theater is right by my midwife's office.  The only showing we could go to was just after my appointment with her, and everything seemed to be falling into place just perfectly. We had a plan.  We were so excited about our movie date with the girls. But things don't always go according to plan, do they? Hanna got sick that night, and spent all day Tuesday asleep on the couch.  It seemed that our perfect plan was not going to happen. Little did I know that there were going to be far greater reasons for us to miss that movie. There we were, Tuesday afternoon, Hanna asleep on the couch, Heather asleep in her crib, my Grandpa knitting me

Hallie got a camera for Christmas.  She's really, really into taking pictures.  Of everything.  I'll probably share some of her classic shots in another post, someday. Today we're talking about "selfies".  I tried to take a "selfie" once, as a joke for my sister.  It was a terrible disaster, and no one will ever see it. I wish I could un-see it.  Do I have to use "quotation marks" when I use the word "selfie"? It just seems like such a trendy word that I, being me, don't have the "right" to use.  Because I am "totes" not trendy. Ha ha ha ha ha. Anyway, Hallie has no idea what a "selfie" is, but it seems to me that she is well on her way to mastering the concept. And yes, that is probably the best picture I have of her haircut. I'm still kind of having a hard time with the whole thing. I know, I know.

The set up at Hallie's school for drop off and delivery is kind of ridiculous to me.  They don't bus the children, so most parents have to drive to pick up their children. Hallie's school is a little over three and a half miles away, down very busy streets.  Like many others, I drive her.  In the afternoon, we drive to the school, and then we sit in a line of cars for, on average, an hour. A one year old and a three - now four - year old in the car for an hour every single weekday is... I mean, I could tell you that it is really fun, and a special bonding time for all of us, or I could tell you what it is really like. Boring.  Mostly, pretty much, it's boring. Sometimes there is fighting, sometimes there is crying, sometimes there is screaming.  Sometimes there is peacefulness, sometimes they are both asleep, sometimes we play games and sing songs and all is bonding and swell.  Since Christmas break I've been doing Hanna's reading lessons during the wait,

Devin is the cake man around here.  I like eating cake, but he likes decorating them.  It's just another one of the small things that make our relationship magical. For their birthday parties, Hallie requested a Cinderella cake, and Hanna requested an Ariel cake. Which was crazy, because Hallie's favorite princess is Ariel and Hanna's favorite is usually Cinderella.  Go figure... Anyway, frosting bag in hand he went forth to make his little girls' dreams come true. First we had Hallie's party. Hallie's friends examining the cake. Then the following week we had Hanna's birthday party. Happy Birthday Girls.  I hope that in twenty years, even if you don't remember your Ariel and Cinderella birthday cakes, you will always remember that you have the coolest dad around. Also, I hope you notice that Hanna is wearing Hallie's birthday crown she got at school.  I love these sisters.

Last week at my appointment my midwife Jill said she might want me to have an ultrasound this week to confirm that baby was in a good position, because she was a little concerned. We went in and she said she did want me to have the ultrasound because she just couldn't quite tell what was down there, but it didn't feel quite like the head should feel. Turns out she is hanging out down there fist first, but her head is right down there next to it.  Apparently she thinks she might want to come out superhero style. It was confirmed that it is her bum that has taken up residence in my right rib.  The technician said she is all on my right side - which I could have told anyone months ago, as I never ever feel her move on the left side, and all of my back pain is on the right side.  It is getting to the point now where it is hard to walk, and I keep forgetting and putting more weight on my right side than I should.  That means I fall over a lot.  But let's not dwell and com