December 11, 2008 @ 9:01 am | Filed under: Family, Snippets
I’m reaching the point in the pregnancy where if I’m quiet for a day or two people start to wonder if they’ve missed some big news. But no, I’m just sparing you the incoherent ramblings of a scattered mind. Except right now I’m not sparing you. Blame it on the sweet people who’ve written to ask if all’s well. 
All is well. Baby’s still very happy in there, doing a lot of enthusiastic rib-pummeling. Matter of fact, Beanie thinks “Pummel” would be a good name. (I guess it’s a step up from Peccatoribus.) Rose and Bean have already given the child the obligatory superhero name. All children in this family must have one, I’m told. Apparently I am the mother of the mighty “Airborne.” I am not sure what this bodes for the delivery.
The day before yesterday I returned to my car after an OB appointment and discovered a very large pickup truck was parked so close to my vehicle that I could not possibly squeeze my enormous belly into the space between. I had to climb in from the passenger side. This maneuver attracted the attention of a small, amused crowd. Which turned out to be a boon, because it took the help of a small crowd to get my minivan backed out of the ridiculously tight space without scratching the Very Large Truck.
That same day was Wonderboy’s 5th birthday. And Scott’s 40th. I think it’s awfully sweet that my boys share a birthday. And not just because it means I can get away with baking just one cake. Actually, my big girls do most of the cake-baking around here. This year we tried something new: a peppermint cake, because mint is Scott’s favorite. We added a few drops of red food coloring to the white frosting with the intention of making swirly red lines like on a candy cane. But, um. Everyone wanted a turn at the swirling. By the time we got the cake frosted, there was no swirl action left—just a smooth and lovely blending of red and white. Which is to say: pink. That’s right. We gave our boys a pretty pink cake.
Of course they didn’t care what it looked like. It tasted goooood.
We’ve always tended to go minimalist with birthday presents, and this year even more so. Wonderboy’s present from us was so simple and small-scale it will probably horrify some people, but it has been even more beloved than I expected. We gave him a bag of these sweet crayon rocks from Stubby Pencil Studio. He is enchanted by them. I ‘wrapped’ them in a plain paper gift bag, which he immediately set to work coloring with his wayo-wocks. For the past two days, he has toted that gift bag everywhere, pausing anywhere there’s a low, flat surface to take out his wocks and add a few more swirls of color to the bag. This may be my favorite gift I’ve ever given, just because it has brought my little guy such satisfaction.
(Oh, I just remembered Scott’s guitar. OK, then, it’s a tie.)
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I think Pummel Peccatoribus has kind of nice ring to it.
Posted on December 11th, 2008 at 9:14 amPummel Peccatoribus Peterson, no less! LOL!
Posted on December 11th, 2008 at 9:16 amHey, pink is the best color for frosting!
Here’s hoping these last weeks go smoothly. How wonderful to be so close to giving birth during Advent.
Posted on December 11th, 2008 at 9:18 amSo true, Beth–we get to prepare for the coming of TWO babes!
Posted on December 11th, 2008 at 9:23 amHappy birthday to the sweet boys
Glad things are peachy!!
Posted on December 11th, 2008 at 9:41 amI had a forced passenger side entry during my last pregnancy. It was particularly challenged by the fact that I was driving my husband’s mobile office that day, so I had to crawl over an Immense Amount of Stuff in order to accomplish the already monumental task.
Love that your boys got a pink cake!
Posted on December 11th, 2008 at 9:52 amA belated happy birthday to your boys. It must make Scott so happy to share his day with his son.
I laughed over your car-entering episode but felt little sympathy for you (sorry). When I was pregnant we had a low-lying sports car and getting into it was like getting into a bath tub. Towards the end I needed someone to help haul me out.
Hold on tight there with the pregnancy and have yourself a lovely Capricorn
Posted on December 11th, 2008 at 12:30 pmLola (in a Charlie & Lola) clearly states that pink icing is the tastiest (after she made pink iced fairie cakes for Charlie’s monster party)
Posted on December 11th, 2008 at 12:57 pmI’m in great sympathy over the car entering. That happened to me when I was pregnant with Bella, minus the audience, fortunately. Also greatest sympathy with the snippet blogging format. I hate the way my brain turns to mush while I’m gestating.
Posted on December 11th, 2008 at 7:24 pmI definitely had the same type of parking problem when I was pregnant. Glad to hear you got out of it!
Posted on December 15th, 2008 at 12:16 pmI still can’t forgive myself for a similar parking problem when James was only a couple weeks old and in the car seat. We were leaving a Dr. Check up and I couldn’t open any car door enough to get him in. So I set him on the ground behind the car next to me, pulled my car out enough to get the doors open and then put him in the car. New Mommy mistake… but what else could I have done?
Happy Birthday Lissa! And Scott & WB.
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