wishful thinking

I wish I~

paid more attention in 7th grade home economics and took an interest in sewing;

knew how to take a good photograph;

practiced piano more;

wasn't always so concerned about what people thought about me;

let loose more often and broke a few rules when I was younger;

listened more and talked less;

gave more hugs and said more I love yous;

wasn't so afraid to fail;

learned to see shades of grey rather than just black and white; and,

took time to revel in every moment and every stage of my life,
instead of always looking forward to the next thing.

polar opposites

I know, it's cheesy...but Tom completes me.  He is the yin to my yang.  He's the peanut butter to my jelly.

He and I are pretty different from each other.  I kind of knew that before we got married, but once we were married and living together, it became (sometimes painfully) obvious that we are pretty much opposites. 

We don't like the same kind of music.  We don't read the same kinds of books.  We rarely agree on what movie to watch, and then basically come out of a movie theater with different reviews about 99.1% of the time.  We have different ideas about what colors our house should be painted.  And he's a Lakers fan (gag).

If these trivial differences don't satisfy you, there are "real" differences, too.  Our love languages are sooooo different--he's an acts of service kind of guy, and I'm all about words of affirmation.  We serve in different ways at church--he's a behind the scenes kind of guy, and I'm out in front.  He likes to be out and about, I'm a total homebody.  I can be really insecure, and he's so confident.  He's goofy and fun 99% of the time, and I'm serious and not that fun 99% of the time. 

I could go on and on.  (He would've been done after the second sentence of this post.)

But I won't.  'Cause I just wanted to tell you how much I love my guy.  He's the bomb.  He gives of himself so freely, and without complaint (another difference between us).  I think he's really funny....although sometimes my "serious" side keeps me from laughing, so he thinks I'm the only person on earth who doesn't think he's funny.  But I do, babe...I do. 

And I miss him.  A lot.

Because he's all the way on the other side of the planet.  As in, the opposite side of the planet.

Sigh.

I'm glad we're different.  He keeps me grounded.  He keeps life fun.  He keeps me smiling. 

And honey...if you're reading this (because he rarely reads this blog without my prompting), sorry that my online persona is more loving than my real persona.  I'm still the same person, and online or in person, I love you and respect you lots and lots.  And I'm glad you're mine...because I'm a bazillion times better with you than I was when I was alone.

It ain't fiction, just a natural fact...we come together, 'cause opposites attract!  (Thank you, Paula and Mr. Cartoon Cat.)

an officer and a gentleman

Dear Grant,

I want to share something that happened to me this morning with you.  Since appah is away this week for work, I've been taking the bus in.  It's been mostly okay, although doing all the morning routines with Scoutie by myself has been a challenge because I've had to wake up extra early to get everything done and get to the bus station on time.  On time for the bus, sweetie, is how my high school basketball coach defined being on time: if you're 10 minutes early, you're on time; if you're on time, you're late!

Well...it was extra hard to wake up this morning, so I got a late start.  I thought about cutting Scoutie's routine short, but that wouldn't be nice.  The poor dear has to spend all day alone, after all.  So...I got to the bus...on time.  Which means, I was late and, at that point, it was standing room only.  Since it was drizzling outside, I decided to just stand on the bus ride in until the first stop, which was about 45 minutes away. 

You can't see me...but I look very pregnant right now.  And I can be a bit unbalanced when I walk.  So when I got in the bus, I knew people would try to avoid eye contact with me because they wouldn't want to offer their seats, and they wouldn't want to feel guilty about it.  Even still, I was a little surprised that not one single person offered me their seat.  Not that I blame them--45 minutes is a long time to stand--and I was really willing to do it.  But I will tell you, baby, that if I saw a very pregnant lady walk in the bus, I would offer her my seat.  And I have to say that about 2 minutes after the bus pulled away, I started feeling guilty because I knew that if the bus stopped suddenly or if we got in an accident, I was really putting you at risk.

Anyway, about 15 minutes into the ride, I felt a tap on my shoulder.  A nice man said, "Please, sit down."  And I actually said it was okay.  But he insisted that his back hurt and told me that he wanted to stand.  Now, after I sat down, he started doing back stretches and such, but I'm not sure if he was doing them to make me feel better or if he really did have a backache.  In any event, I was touched.  Not a minute later, another man, who happened to be in uniform, stood up and offered his seat to the lady who was standing behind me.  She declined, but he insisted, and so she sat.  I couldn't help but smile and feel so happy, even on this drizzly, dreary Monday morning.

Call me old-fashioned, but I really hope that you grow up to be like these men.  I think it is really neat when men hold doors open, offer their seat, let a lady on or off the elevator first, and are just really considerate when it comes to other people.  It's not because I think women are weak or incapable, but it is because I think it shows that you respect them.  In fact, it's important to show respect to everyone. 

I hope that when you are given the opportunities to be a gentleman, that you remember your very pregnant mommy standing in the bus on a dark and rainy Monday morning and the kind man that offered his seat to her.

Love,
Mommy

31 weeks: a week without daddy

This week, your baby measures over 16 inches long. He weighs about 3.3 pounds (try carrying four navel oranges) and is heading into a growth spurt. He can turn his head from side to side, and his arms, legs, and body are beginning to plump out as needed fat accumulates underneath his skin. He's probably moving a lot, too, so you may have trouble sleeping because your baby's kicks and somersaults keep you up. Take comfort: All this moving is a sign that your baby is active and healthy.


9 weeks to go!  Actually, I think Grant is closer to 4 lbs this week because he was measuring at 3 lbs 11 oz on Monday.  In any event, he is really starting to kick the wind out of me.  It's hard to sleep and I'm getting tired.  But I'm absolutely loving it.  Wow--I can't believe it is getting so close to "go" time.  


Today is also Helen eemo's birthday!  Happy birthday, Helen!  What a great sister you are--I remember mom being pregnant with you and the day you came home.  Our family wouldn't be complete or nearly as lively without you.  I love you to pieces. :)


Tom went on a work trip on Thursday and won't be back until Saturday.  So far it's been ok, but I miss him a lot.  Oh, and it doesn't help that he's in Hawaii and then will be going to Singapore...yes...for work.  Sigh.  The most exotic place I've been to for work is Oklahoma City.  :)  I wish I could've gone on this trip with Tom, but I'm just way too far along.  Oh well.  I do miss him terribly.  And I think Scoutie does, too.   I can't wait until he comes back.


Well...time to get ready for another week.  Week 32, to be exact. :)

she takes a lickin' and keeps on kickin'!

Tom and I have been in the market for a new car for a while.  We've enjoyed our first five years of marriage without a single car payment, and it's been nice.  We both got our cars around the same time in 2000, so they're both over 10 years old now.  But, with my sincerest apologies to Tom in advance for this next statement, I think my Honda Accord far outrocks his VW Jetta.  I could go on and on about why, but let's just say that we've poured about 5 times as much money in maintenance and repairs into that car than we have into the Honda.  And I think my sweet old girl has at least 5 years left in her.  I will say that the Jetta beats out the Honda only in one area: she has heated leather seats.

We've been waiting for Tom's Jetta to finally kick the bucket so that we can justify purchasing a new car.  Tom has lived with two major issues since the beginning of their relationship -- the bumper never stays on and the Jetta burns oil like there is no tomorrow.  But, in recent years, he's had to watch his beloved's list of ailments increase exponentially.  Although this car causes me much grief, I will say, it's nice to know that Tom's a fiercely loyal guy who sticks by his loved ones til the end.  ;)

Anyway, things have been going downhill rapidly for the past few years, but Tom's loyalty has won out and we've kept her around.  So...when the gas gauge broke, we said, "Not yet."  Then the cup holder broke and part of the console fell off, but Tom superglued them back on and we said, "Not yet."  The tabs on the power window buttons broke off, but we could still manuever the suckers, so we said, "Not yet."  The AC broke, and we just decided not to drive it during the hot days of summer and said, "Not yet." The visor broke, but Tom hasn't used the visor much anyway, so we said, "Not yet." 

Then...it was time for the Jetta's annual safety exam and the automobile gods said, "Pay $400 or go directly to car jail...do not pass go."  And then we said, "OK, maybe it's time."  Of course, we were already thinking that it was time to get a new car since Grant is coming in a couple of months, so this was pretty much a done deal already.  But fate, in the name of Bambi, sealed the deal.  Recently, Tom was driving his beloved to work, and was no more than 1 mile from our house when he saw Bambi dart from the side of the road (it's deer mating season here in the VA, folks, so be careful out there!).  And poor Bambi decided to run into Tom's beloved...and here's what happened to the beloved:

Which is not bad, considering what Tom thinks happened to Bambi.  But man, this girl just won't die and obviously doesn't want to leave Tom because she's making herself as unsaleable as possible.  Should I be concerned? ;) 

I think I'm going to have to prepare a special car funeral service for Tom when she's actually gone.

Something tells me, though, that once we get our shiny new car, Tom will learn to love again.

come, sit, stay

Here's our Scoutie.  She's been our baby for over a year and a half now and we love her to death.  She's generally a great dog and is very sweet.  But lately...she's been getting more hyper and more disobedient.  Luckily, she's not the destructive type.  I think part of it has to do with the fact that she senses something is up.  Dogs are pretty keen about human emotions, so I've heard that dogs can sense that things are about to change when their people are expecting a baby.

Well, yesterday, she really tested our patience for the first time since we were potty training her.  Right before we were about to leave for the work, Tom went outside to turn off the sprinklers in the backyard and Scout took the opportunity to bolt outside for some fetch.  See...Scout's favorite thing in the world is to fetch.  She could do it for hours on end -- and generally, when we're outside, we play with her until she basically collapses on the ground.  When we bring her inside, she rests for all of 15-30 minutes and then she's ready to go again.  The picture above shows a typical evening in the Ro household...after dinner, when we're trying to relax and watch TV, Scout will bring one of her toys in the hopes that we'll throw it.  If we ignore her, she'll bring another one...and then another one...and suddenly, we'll look down and all of her toys will be on our couch, and she'll be staring at us with those sad, "please play with me" eyes.  I will look at her and declare her a "ridiculous, silly dog!"

Anyway, I digress.  Yesterday, she knew we were going to work.  But she wanted to play fetch.  So, Tom played with her for about 5 minutes.  But she would not come inside.  I went outside and played with her for another 10 minutes.  But she would not come inside.  For the next 30 minutes, Tom and I did everything in our power to get her to come inside.  I even tried running and getting her to chase me (not one of her favorite games), but all I ended up doing was looking completely ridiculous, trotting around the backyard 7.5 months pregnant while Tom just sat there and laughed at me...geez, I hope none of my neighbors were watching!  Nothing would work.  At one point, she just decided to take her ball and plop down in our neighbor's yard and just watch us.  Can you say frustration???  I finally was able to lure her in with some treats, but I think she was just tired at that point.

During that 45 minutes, I thought about how hard it's going to be when Grant is out of this belly, because then Tom and I won't be able to tag team anymore.  At the height of my frustration, I told Tom, "Let's just leave her out for the day."  Tom just shook his head and looked at me like he does whenever I'm really hormonal.  Which I was.  I think Tom and I were both thinking the same thing--we are never letting this dog off-leash again and we are going to deprive her of her most favorite activity in the world: fetch.  Since yesterday, I've been thinking...maybe we'll get her a shock collar, maybe we'll get an invisible fence, maybe this, maybe that....

But now that I'm calm, I realize that I've been failing her.  Even though I did a lot of training when we first got her, I need to do some basic obedience training with her again--especially in preparation for when Grant is out and about.  We've got to work on the "come" command again...obviously.  And, if I'm being completely frank with you, I've been neglecting my Scoutie for a while because I've just been so freaking tired.  So...in my continuing effort to better myself, I'm adding "better dog owner" to the long list of self-improvement projects.  Sigh.

bigfoot contortionist

I got to see Grant again yesterday.  It was so fun.  Well...he didn't really want to show his face...I think he's a bit camera shy.  The little man had his hands AND his feet in front of his face!  What flexibility!  The tech got him to show his face briefly, though he wouldn't give us a profile shot.  Here he is:

The small arrow in the middle of the screen is where his eye is.  As you can see, his cheeks are starting to fill out and get really chubby. :)  He was moving his mouth when the tech got this shot.  So cute!  Now look closely at this next face shot:

See those white dots on top of his head?  Those are his TOES!  Isn't that crazy?  I can't believe his toes were all the way on top of his head.  Hahahaha.

Finally...we got a shot of one of his feet!

You have to look closely here, but you can see the arrows pointing to each toe.  From what I can tell, he's got ginormous feet.  My little big foot. <3

The little man is measuring at 3 lbs, 11 oz. and is head down, with his butt on my left side (which explains the occasional rounded lump I feel there), and his feet at my rib cage (which he likes to kick really hard from time to time).  Gosh, I can't even begin to tell you how much I love this kid.

The perinatologist that I saw yesterday said everything looks good and told me not to come back unless complications develop.  Of course, he's not the peri I've been seeing all along who has insisted that I am at risk for pre-term labor, but he seemed like he knew what he was talking about.  Maybe I'll call the other peri and see what she thinks.  The fact that he said not to come back made me both happy and sad.  Of course, I am thrilled that everything is looking good now, and that there is little cause for concern, but these were the only visits where I got to get an ultrasound...I know I'm spoiled because many women get one or two at the most, but I just love seeing my little guy.  Oh well, I'll see him in full glory...soon enough...like 9 1/2 weeks soon enough!!! :)

30 weeks: grant's a-bruin

Your baby's about 15.7 inches long now, and he weighs almost 3 pounds (like a head of cabbage). A pint and a half of amniotic fluid surrounds him, but that volume will decrease as he gets bigger and takes up more room in your uterus. His eyesight continues to develop, though it's not very keen; even after he's born, she'll keep his eyes closed for a good part of the day. When he does open them, he'll respond to changes in light but will have 20/400 vision – which means he can only make out objects a few inches from his face. (Normal adult vision is 20/20.)

OMG--I cannot believe there are only 10 weeks until my due date!  Time is flying, and I am in full on nesting mode!!!

As some of you know, I am a graduate of the great University of California, Los Angeles, more popularly known as UCLA.  Frankly, when I applied for colleges, I applied haphazardly with no real rhyme or reason behind why I applied.  My dad had this really crazy hope that one of his kids would go to Stanford, Harvard, or Yale, so I applied there because he made me, not because i had any realistic change...sorry dad....no Ivy Leaguer here.  He also deemed Berkeley "acceptable", so I applied, and when I told him I was going to apply to UCLA, he balked because it just wasn't one of those schools that the Koreans he knew talked about.  However, luckily for me, all I had to do was check a box on the UC application and my mom was the one writing checks for the application fee, so I applied anyway.  To this day, I'm not sure why I applied to UCLA, other than the fact that it sounded like a cool place to go, and they had pretty brochure.

Well, fast forward some months, and with plenty of rejection letters in hand, I got into UCLA and ended up deciding to go the night that UCLA won its 1994 NCAA Basketball championship.  It was a coincidence, I promise.  But, I'd be lying if I didn't say that I love the Bruin sports tradition and love being a Bruin.  Do I hope Grant goes to UCLA?  Well...it depends...on if we're here in No. VA or in CA when he's going to school.  Do I intend on making him into a Bruin fan, though?  Absolutely!  Tom, grew up rooting for the Bruins but didn't go there, so I don't think he'll mind.  He is the Ivy Leaguer that dad dreamed of...but despite the fact that he's quite the smarty-pants, he gets no say in this matter because saying "Go Quakers!" and throwing pieces of toast during your football games just doesn't hold a candle to doing a nice ol' 8 clap and shouting, "U....C....L....A.....UCLA....fight fight fight!"

Well, imagine my surprise when, after we finished painting the nursery, Tom looked around and said, "These look like Notre Dame colors!"  I looked up and said, "Actually, these are UCLA's classic football helmet colors."  Although UCLA's jerseys are known more for a lighter blue color:

Their classic helmet looks like this:

Tom accused me of picking these colors on purpose, but may I remind you, my dear readers, that my lovely sister who happens to be a die-hard Trojan (our cross-town rivals) picked the colors, and we just implemented her vision. :)  It was fate.

Anyway...so I guess you want to see what the nursery looks like???  Your wish is my command.  Keep in mind, we still are working on and waiting for all the decorations and bedding, so it's a work in progress, but we have it all painted and all the furniture in.  Here we go:

First, we taped...

....while Scoutie performed quality control...

...then we primed...

...and painted our walls these colors...go Bruins!!!

Here's a night shot.

And a day shot.

Finally, our comfy glider and ottoman!

Now, I'm having a blast picking out decorations and bedding.  I won't share all the details now, but it'll be a train and animal theme.  :)  I'm loving being in nesting mode.  And I give Tom a daddy badge for doing most of the heavy lifting in getting our nursery done, from lugging the furniture upstairs, assembling the furniture, and painting...he's done a lot with very little complaint, and I love him all the more for it.  Yay!

starting small

It is said that the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.  Well...in my quest to conquer the chaos (organized as it may be), I've taken my first step--a shiny sink!  Behold the beauty (please try to control yourself as you gaze upon the awesomeness):

Isn't it pretty?  Hubs is beyond happy that I'm starting this quest.  He hasn't offered a cleaning service deep clean yet, though.  Hmph.  My sink is wiped, and so am I! :)  Good night!

flybaby friday

Tom and my family (and probably some of my old roomies) know my love of....well....maybe the better term is high tolerance for clutter.  I like things to be in piles and I think my brain works well that way.  It drives Tom nuts because, on this matter, he is exactly the opposite of me.  He hates clutter.  My grandpa hated clutter.  So does my dad.  So, growing up, they'd just throw anything away without discrimination...and at least once a week I'd find my homework assignments or important school papers (like field trip permission slips!) in the trash, and would pray that they didn't have kimchee stains on them.  (Sidenote: my mom and my sister, Jen, are the biggest perfectionists I know and hate clutter...but they were a little more discriminating when they'd move my stuff.)

Right now, I have to say that our clutter situation isn't that bad...but that's because there is only one of us cluttering things up...while the other is desperately trying to declutter without pissing said clutterer off when she can't find that letter that she put in a pile 8 months ago.  Poor guy.

But with the little man on the way, I realized that my habits need to change, lest I pass them onto my son and find the house becoming a complete disaster.  There are many many many traits that I hope Grant picks up from his dad instead of me, and this is definitely one of them.  But I gotta do my part, too!  However, it's overwhelming...this idea of changing this habit that I've had for over 3 decades.  So when I discovered a new website via one of my online forums today, I was skeptical, but definitely hopeful.

On this website, http://www.flylady.net/, the FlyLady aims to take people from chaos to a clutter-free home gradually, one baby step at a time.  Her first task for newbies is to develop the habit of keeping a shiny sink, and then she has daily tasks for you to complete around your house. She's all about developing good routines that are quick and manageable.  She frequently reminds her followers that your house didn't get "that way" in one day, so it's not going to get clean in one day either.  SO...I'm putting this on my blog for myself, really, in hopes that it will keep me accountable.  I have to admit...part of me wants to hire a cleaning lady to come and do a deep cleaning so I can start this as a maintenance routine...but there's no day like today...so I'm going to start it tonight.  Maybe Tom will be so excited to read this entry (are you reading this, honey?) that he'll agree to hire a cleaning service.  Probably not.  Haha.

I don't know if this sudden desire to live a clutter-free life is the result of my nesting instinct, or if it's because I really want to change.  Regardless, it's worth a shot.  So, here I am, world...the newest FlyBaby.  I'm gonna go home and make my sink all nice and shiny.  :)

wordless wednesday: metro rap

My friend, J, sent me this link today and I just had to share it.  Some of you local DC folks may remember the rapper from the "Arlington Rap"--turns out, he's a recovering lawyer and now makes his living doing Youtube comedy videos.  I'm not a huge fan of the metro system here in DC--especially at the height of tourist season--so this was totally hysterical to me.

29 weeks: need...more...calcium.

Your baby now weighs about 2 1/2 pounds (like a butternut squash) and is a tad over 15 inches long from head to heel. His muscles and lungs are continuing to mature, and his head is growing bigger to make room for his developing brain. To meet his increasing nutritional demands, you'll need plenty of protein, vitamins C, folic acid, and iron. And because his bones are soaking up lots of calcium, be sure to drink your milk (or find another good source of calcium, such as cheese, yogurt, or enriched orange juice). This trimester, about 250 milligrams of calcium are deposited in your baby's hardening skeleton each day.

Hmm...looks like I need to up my calcium (or, as my dad says, "cal-shum") intake...my favorite way?  Ice cream, of course, silly! :P

what shall we do with the drunken sailor?

Grant has been hiccupping like a drunken sailor for the past couple of weeks, and the sensation is getting stronger.  It's really cute, amazing, and weird at the same time.  Though the experts seem to have differing theories on what is going on, one thing I read is that he's practicing breathing and that kiddos who hiccup a lot in the womb are like to have very strong lungs.......*read* loud criers.  :)  I'll take it. 

If he has a good set of lungs (well, actually, when you sing, you use your diaphragm, but...yeah....), maybe we have a little Pavarotti on our hands.  And what mama wouldn't want to hear her little man belt out some Puccini or Verdi from time to time?  Maybe my mom, who is an amazing singer and moves me to tears when she performs, will give Grant some private lessons.

Or maybe Grant will turn out to be tone-deaf and just loud.  Like a drunken sailor. 

I love him either way.

A mom can dream, though.  And now, in the midst of my reverie, I leave you with one of my fave arias.  Luciano Pavarotti singing "Che Gelida Manina" from La Boheme. *swoon*

these shoes weren't made for walkin'

.....but they were $1.02!  One of these days these shoes are gonna walk-all-ov-er you.....:)

Um...how adorable are these shoes?  Yes, yes, I know...Grant will probably not really "need" these shoes, but when we saw them on the clearance rack at Old Navy for $0.97 ($1.02 with tax), I couldn't resist!

Seriously?!?!?  Little things, especially when they're a steal of a deal, slay me. :)

*nearly* wordless wednesday--rollin' swollen

For the past couple of months, I've been sporting these cute flip-flops, even at work, and blaming it (probably unjustifiably) on pregnant-induced swollen feet -- but hey, it was summer! :)

I admit, it's pretty unprofessional--luckily, I sit at my desk most of the day...but, summer is unofficially over, and it's time to move on.  To my horror, my feet are truly swollen now and I have to go up a shoe size.  So, I was on a mission to find comfy shoes to wear for the rest of the pregnancy...after contemplating ballet-inspired crocs (which fashionable little sis calls orthopedic shoes) I found these at Nordstrom Rack a few nights ago:

Not the prettiest shoes, but probably better than crocs, at least in the work context.  They're comfy and were pretty affordable.  Hooray!  Happy Wednesday! :)

28 weeks: eye'm beginning to see the light

By this week, your baby weighs two and a quarter pounds (like a Chinese cabbage) and measures 14.8 inches from the top of his head to his heels. He can blink his eyes, which now sport lashes. With his eyesight developing, he may be able to see the light that filters in through your womb. He's also developing billions of neurons in his rain and adding more body fat in preparation for life in the outside world.


We've finally (and already) reached the third trimester!  Woohoo!  We kicked off the third trimester at our church's retreat which was a wonderful time of learning and blessing.

Grant and I had two appointments today.  First, we went to see a hemotologist about my Hemoglobin Athens-Georgia.  After a long explanation of genetics and what hemoglobins do...which was really lost on this science-challenged liberal arts person...his conclusion was that the abnormality of my hemoglobins will not likely affect the pregnancy or life beyond.  There's a 50% chance that Grant will inherit the HGA, but it shouldn't affect him, either.  So...yay. :)  A cool factoid I remember is that Grant, not I, is making the placenta.  I didn't know that--I assumed I was.  What a good little worker I already have!!! :)  I liked the hemotologist very much, but he said that unless something happens with Grant or me, he doesn't need to see me again.  Yay!

Afterwards, we went to see Dr. H at my OB's office.  Everything is looking good and measuring well.  Dr. H is the doc who gave me the last viewing of Eli.  I haven't seen her since that appointment, and she was thrilled and excited to hear we are having a boy.  :)  I originally went to my OB's office because of Dr. S, but I have to say that I heart Dr. H, too.  And even Dr. K, who is quite an odd duck, has grown on me.  I think I'll be okay with whomever delivers little Grant. :)

I took my glucose test for gestational diabetes on Saturday.  The test wasn't too bad...I opted for the fruit punch over the orange drink and I think it was okay, even though it was super duper ridiculously sweet.  So far, no one's called me, so hopefully that's a good sign.  If not, I'll have to take a 3 hour test with double the amount of juice.  :P

Okay, off to take a nap now.  Third trimester fatigue is here!!! :)

the little things

Holy Batman~it's September already, and summer is almost officially over! 

When did that happen???

When we first found out that we were pregnant in March, our November due date seemed a lifetime away.  Someone told me the milestones would come and go quickly, and time would fly by--first Memorial Day, then the 4th of July, Labor Day, Halloween, and, before you know it, Thanksgiving and Grant's arrival! 

I thought, "Right...that's easy to say, but really?"  Well, folks...really.  I can't believe Labor Day is almost here to usher in my favorite time of year...the fall and the holiday season!

Anyhoo....I've been meaning to post pics of some of the little treasures friends, family, and I have bought for Grant (to Tom's dismay).  The cuteness and littleness of everything just kills me.  I love love love them! 

It reminds me of an India Arie song called "The Little Things."  I heart her.  In fact, I love this song so much that I'm gonna post the video here for your listening enjoyment:

Okay, now where was I?  Oh yeah.  Adorable little clothes.  :)

First up, Mommy's favorite...and probably Grant's coming-home-from-the-hospital outfit (it's a cow in a milk truck):

Daddy's favorite (I wonder why):

In honor of our Scoutie Scout:

 

My baby is gonna be raised in the proper way...Go Bruins!!!

  

This one is too much; I can hardly stand it:

 

Auntie Grace's preppy contribution:

 

Boys love animals and critters, right?

I heart elephants.  This is the first outfit I bought after I found out Grant is a boy:

Rocker clothes are rad:

We found this one while on our Outer Banks vacation and I just HAD to buy it because Grant is a tiger, of course!!!

Tee hee, pee-pee teepee for the sprinkling wee-wee!  Duck!

 Oh...the little things...and the joy they bring.  :)