Snowflakes, MRI's & Too Sexy for Pregnant

What a week! A whole blessed week with no sickness in our house (the location being an important distinction). Bridget and I having worked away last week on our Christmas packages, slowed things down (not at all) and began work on our Christmas Projects! 
Bridget has insisted on playing with playdough every day this week...

Baker Bridget likes Rolling out... and making Snakes and Bees, - yes these are apparently the only acceptable animals to be rolled off the production line at present. My frog and penguin just didn't make the cut, though, I would add, they looked very similar so it's perhaps less discrimination and more recognition that may be the problem!

 Though in honesty our larger issue is the eating of the playdough! I even tried as Auntie Nee Nee suggested and coloured some brown... she still ate it! (Not a good sign)

Bridget loves art projects, particularly painting, so we created fridge magnets and wall hangings to showcase her masterpieces!

Simple enough, I hear you say. Well, Auntie Sam had it correctly when she spoke of the need for floor, wall and table coverings! Having had two of these little monsters at once, I readily accept all her advice as tried and tested practical gems of knowledge to be instituted immediately!

Bridget made beautiful snowflakes all by her self - I say all by herself, because it was at her own insistence that absolutely no help be offered under any and all circumstances! At one point I got a brush myself and began to paint and this is what happened....

 

 Yes, my brush was confiscated and I was relegated to the role of paparazzi and sustenance provider. I have to say though she did make a very beautiful job, even if it was rather messy. Particularly so when one brush pointed up and the other down, just to ensure maximum coverage of all surfaces, personages and cats! Fortunately Acrylic paint is washable and so are children and to a certain degree... cats!

  

We moved quickly on to spray paint... yup, spray paint, because, I hadn't suitably learned my lesson regarding the mess factor! 

So, we finally painted the Salt Dough Stars that we made a couple of weeks ago. I'd seen an idea in the Deseret Bookstore Catalog and thought - oooh we could do that! I love when the catalog comes in, I never buy anything but I do so love looking at all the cool stuff, they seriously do have the best buyers, but how could we expect anything less with Sherri Dew at the helm!

We moved quickly on to spray paint... yup, spray paint, because, I hadn't suitably learned my lesson regarding the mess factor! That said, I think they are rather lovely, and being that Bridget brought the whole Christmas tree down on top of herself on Monday trying to pull off an icicle, it was time to remove the glass ornaments which had not already been smashed! If you look carefully at the picture above you can see the two ugly stockings I made from a free pattern on Pinterest... yup you get what you pay for! haha

Bridget helping with the sewing effort!

So between chores, errands and Christmas projects that brought us to Wednesday! Bridget was scheduled for her MRI scan at 8am, so we had to get her up at 6am after just a few hours sleep so that she would be well and truly grumpy, sleep deprived and without eating or drinking anything for at least 6 hours. So, dutifully I followed the instructions and took her down to the imaging place, and to cut a rather long and sad story short. Bridget puked the sedative all over the snuggly blanket I had her wrapped in and after just 10 minutes of woozling fell asleep in my arms. The nurses and technicans were all swearing blind that she had fallen asleep due to the sedative, but I was pretty sure it was just her regular sleep schedule! So they strapped her in to the MRI, which I'll add as a note, just in case you're thinking about having one for fun, looked ridiculously scary! I wasn't allowed in the room on account of being pregnant so I hovered outside the door... they did suggest I might be more comfortable in the lounge, but I just pleased myself! Any how, it didn't matter a great deal because Bridget had only been in the MRI about 30 seconds when she woke up! Yup, that's right, she was just sleeping and not sedated on account of having puked the sedation up almost immediately. FUN FUN FUN. So, the technicians were very keen to have another go, to which I said, "I don't think so, that's enough for one day". So Bridget and I went home for a nap... much better!

 

Bridget has gotten very good at sharing recently, particularly with the cats - though just about any object in the house can be the source of hilarity at the moment!

Poor Bridget went back to see her Pediatrician on Thursday and was the best patient ever, she nodded and smiled and co-operated the whole time, it was actually a little scary. Dr Lagoc (her doctor) was so proud of her for puking up the sedation, she took Bridget's little face in her hands and said "oh Miss Bridget, I so proud of you". Bridget was quite delighted with herself, until she got her vaccination for Hep A, but we celebrated with a Starbucks Vanilla Bean Frap and Frozen Yogurt at Razzilious which Bridget ate about 80% of our shared cup! We came home to a power cut, it took me probably 30 to 40 seconds to recall an activity I could offer my child that didn't involve the need for electricity! 
We had just been to the library and I thought great we'll read our books, nope too dark, we'll bake cookies, nope, require mixer and oven, and so this continued until I finally gave up and we went outside where it was brighter and warmer to play in the mud. Well actually, we went out into the garden to play with our melting snowman but it turns out that what you get is mud!

 

 Bridget was helping Bootsie... she really appreciated it!

Bridget re-arranged his buttons and pulled his branch arms off... like Percy's suffering wasn't pitiful enough, he was stripped of his accessories and armless!

 My giagantic shadow... possibly blocking light to several small nations at this point!

And Beautiful Bootsie out for a stroll, she's 8 years old now and starting to slow down a little, though you wouldn't know it when she's climbing the trees in the garden, she's as surefooted and elegant as ever.

Clessie is also as surefooted and elegant as ever but that involves falling down a lot and lying the grass looking murderous that we've observed his humiliation!

Important playing to be done before sweeping the leaves and tidying the porch and heading off to Pilates! Bridget made a friend at the nursery her name was Charlotte and apparently they did everything together! Very cute!

Naturally we had plenty of time to play non-electrical items, so Bridget is getting really really good a blocks. She is singing her ABC's (well mostly just the L M N O P and X Y Z portion, but she has a good shot at all the others!). She can also count to 10, though she really does favour the number 2, very often as we're stacking blocks she gets bored of counting upwards and starts again at 2.... usually as we get to about 7 or 8, we are redirected to 2! Potentially her favourite number?

Friday was a good day though, Swimming with Daddy after work Bridget was so so so determined to swim BY HERSELF! She kept taking my hands off her and wriggling to get away! We're going swimming again tonight so I'm going to take an extra float for her, because it really is time that she learn to swim if she's going to be so insistant on not needing me! She was funny though, we made a game of it, counting to three before I let her go for a second or two. She kicks really well and does her scoops with her hands, it's just the co-ordination of putting it all together and learning to hold her breath.... ARGH! She is SO like you!!! 20 months old and already a water baby, treading water and trying to swim on her own!!! Though, the idea that she doesn't need me any more is probably inherited too! haha

On Saturday Jared and I took Bridget to see the new Disney movie at the Cinema - Frozen, she was absolutely engrossed for the first hour, lost interest for about 20 minutes and then insisted on standing by herself between the chairs to watch through the gap the last 10 minutes of the movie! It was okay, pretty and there was a funny snowman Bridget liked, but I'm not so sure of all this Disney Princess stuff... hmph! I suppose it's better than Barbie, but really is that the yard stick I want to measure the acceptability of toys, movies and values? Probably not in my case!

So I ended my week this week with a question, a question which I assure you is knowingly a feminist dilemma of the first world variety. Obviously, it's really not a big issue yet for several short moments in my rather pleasant and privileged life it felt like an issue.

So here it is, is there such thing as too sexy while pregnant?

After anxiously awaiting the arrival of the dress I ordered for Jared's Christmas Work Do, and being as I am 31 weeks gone I found myself quite devastated to feel that sexy was outside of my appropriate repertoire of bodily expressions once I had the blessed dress on! So, having never felt previously that sexy (as in a classic accentuation of positive feminine qualities while maintaining modesty and dignity) I feel quite disturbed by my own discomfort with the concept of pregnancy sexy. 
So, as with all dilemmas I consulted my husband who confirmed that indeed my frock was too sexy for pregnant... though he did follow it up with "but you wouldn't look ugly if that helps", ah, my husband ever the diplomat!
I went on to consult facebook... and as it turns out, yes there is too sexy for pregnant but you should wear what you feel comfortable in. So that leaves me with the bigger issue -

WHAT ON EARTH AM I GOING TO WEAR NOW?