Hetty Dumpty

I'm doing my best to chill out, mostly because I know life is about to take on a manic speed once the holiday slide past. So Mabel and I are spending time in pajamas. Actually, her fur coat is way snazzier than my pink cotton pj's.

Also, my back is killing me, so chilling is a mandatory. No one tells you when you get pregnant, "Hey, that whole "Humpty Dumpty" story? Yeah, they lied. He was really a she. Her name was Hetty Dumpty. And she was pregnant, so her entire center of gravity shifted in a 24 hour period. But she didn't fall off a wall. Her back was hurting and then she tripped walking flat footed across the living room floor."

I also unpacked these guys. I bought them on sale last year in January. It was like a regift to myself.

Storms have been moving in and out of the state.

This one took the last of our fall leaves.

I was sorry to see them go.

The yellow morning glow in our bedroom was wonderful.

I've been thinking about the nursery. And all that baby stuff we're going to need. It's pretty darn exciting. But I'll wait a little longer before the real nursery work begins. If anyone needs me, I'll be sitting on a yoga ball in the den.

Matt Scared Me. Bad.

On the marriage scale of "who scares the other more" I'm the winner. I'm the one who jumps out from dark corners and yells boo. I'm the one who once told Matt that after the doctor cuts the umbilical chord, the mother keeps her end and it just hangs out like a permanent tail. I let him believe that for approximately 6 hours before revealing the truth. He got a dozen gray hairs and wouldn't speak to me for the rest of the night.

But this time Matt scared me. Bad.



He participated in "No Shave November." He didn't shave for the whole month and grew a full beard. But then December came and it was time for the facial hair to go. He left the room and came back a while later. He sat next to me on the couch. I didn't look at him and then he cleared his throat. I turned to face him. I screamed. Mostly because I didn't recognize him momentarily.

"Just wait, if you think THIS is good..." he stated and ran from the room.

And then he came back looking like this.

"Please just shave," I asked.

"What? You don't like it?" he teased.

"Well, I could always stop waxing and grow one too."

Matt laughed for a second and then did a double take to see if I was serious. Which I was.

"I'll go shave right now."

I win.

The Most Perfect Apron Ever & Procrastination

I usually have huge plans for weekends. They appear in the form of long lists (always with flowers and stars drawn in the margins). This weekend I wrote this to myself:

1. Clean whole house. Even the gross baseboards.
2. Speaking of gross baseboards, get spare paint out of shed and repaint them.
3. And speaking of gross, explain to Mabel in clear and certain terms why she is to NEVER eat cat poop from the yard again.
4. Work on book edits. WORK I TELL YOU! WORK!
5. Walk. Or your maternity pants won't fit next week.
6. Brainstorm nursery ideas.
7. Make homemade apple sauce.
8. Take Mabel for a walk. Remember the seams of your pants.
9. Work on edits! WORK I TELL YOU.
10. Nap. Preferably with drool.

I'll be honest with you. Most of that list did not get done. Instead of cleaning baseboards I read. I wrote a little bit and then stared into the distance and daydreamed about winning the lottery and buying Matt a new car that doesn't leak coolant all over the driveway. I'm pretty sure Mabel nosed around in Coy's poop again.

It was two days defined by one word: procrastination.

But the best part of the weekend? This apron. Thank you to the loveliest editor in the world, Mary! It's so cute I want to put it on and skip around the house. But I weigh too much these days to actually skip. Plates and cups would rattle right off the shelves and into the floor. So I'll skip the reenactment of a apron-wearing, pregnant, skipping, female King Kong and just take pictures of instead.

The bad news? Because I'm such a big procrastinator, and because I really do have to put my nose to the writing grindstone, I may fall a bit short of my daily posting schedule. But I know you understand. I'm not the only procrastinating, working gal in the world who somehow falls victim to a Fringe marathon on Saturdays as opposed to doing the important things. Like washing underwear.

Too much info? My bad.

Filler. But Really Good Filler. Like Fluffy Icing.

Here's the deal.

I'm swamped. Swamped with writing, swamped with work, swamped with life. I hear you. You're like, "So what Liz? Join the club." But that's how it is this time of year isn't it? Just when life is supposed to slow down and be a little sweeter, the RPM's rev up and we're flying through December like bats out of, well, you get the idea.

Daily blog posts are a bit of a stretch this week. So instead of disappearing entirely, I thought I'd show up every day and direct you to a special site/blog/website. And then before you know it, I'll be back with bells on. Or I'll be back with my butt dragging the ground. Either way I'll be back.


Fluffy Icing Filler Inspiration Day 1:




Have you ever stopped by the blog Meadowbrook Farm? If not, go today.

And I just LOVE Caroline's super crafty take on Pottery Barn's advent calendar. Head over the Feminist Housewife to check it out.

Fluffy Icing Filler Inspiration Day 2

*source

Have you ever stopped by the blog Sweet Paul?

It's fabulous. And even better? He also has a free online magazine full of yummy pictures (like the one above) and seasonal inspiration. You can check out the magazine here.

Fluffy Icing Filler Inspiration Day 3

Click here for Soule Mama's "Carrot Tomato Soup" recipe. Because if the floors in your house are as cold as mine are right now... this will sound DELICIOUS.

Fluffy Icing Filler Inspiration Day 4

Like pretty baby nurseries? Or pictures of rooms that are spic and span and devoid of a pile of laundry the size of Mt. Vesuvius? Oh wait. That's what Jane's future-nursery looks like right now. Stop by Lauren's blog With Two Cats to check this out. And happy Friday folks! We made it!