May 6th and still prego. 35 weeks today. Gotta make it at least another week.
I let Emily paint my belly last night. We had a big family night so that she might feel some semblance of normalacy. If you can call it that in our family. We still had to accomodate for bed rest, but we made the best of it. It was the first time we’ve ever let Emily watch a regular rated G movie without previewing it first. We rented the tale of Despereaux. It was cute, but since we only say about 50% of it I can fairly rate it. We had to fast forward a great deal of it to accomodate for the “rats are scary mommy” kid. I don’t think we’ll do that again for a while.
So then I found some clothes that were relatively ok to get paint on and let Emily strip down all nakey norkers. We put out a table cloth on the floor and some finger paints. I told Emily that she could paint the baby. In hindsight, I hope she doesnt remember that it was ok to paint the baby one day. It could set a bad precedent for future sibling relationships.
It always takes Em a while to get into finger painting. She always starts out with the tip of one finger in the paint. As if she is afraid of being dirty. When she plays outside she comes back in looking like a bush child. Then slowly she gets more comfortable with the paint on her hands. Then seconds later she’d like to stick her face in it and roll around in it. Shes happier than a pig in mud. She even makes sound effects. Oh that sound effects were easily transfered into type. I think it’d make my blog so much more dynamic.
Pre-painting
The cautious painter
Hand prints
I can paint my baby too!
Big Belly
Kinda looks like someone gutted me. War wound.
