I don't care

Valentine's new favorite phrase? "I don't care." I don't know where she got it from, but said it to me repeatedly the other day when she got in trouble for being naughty and has kept saying it ever since. Completely out of the blue. Her new favorite word? "Beautiful!" She is beautiful, the Disney princesses are beautiful, her baby dolls, me, her dresses, her shoes, my dresses, her barbie dolls, her earrings, anything remotely feminine is "boot-i-full, so boot-i-full!" What other funny things does my funny little girl say...? "GO WAY GO WAY GO WAY!" That is her telling Ada to go away whenever she is eating- she apparently does not approve of Ada's begging and lingering, which I don't either. "I wuv you" she tells everyone she loves them, even Bob who paints our house, so maybe she doesn't so much understand it's real meaning. "Where Daddy go?" I think I hear this one about..... 200 times a day? She is always very confused as to where her dad is and why he's not home with us. She also asks me several times a day, "Where's Elmo?" She hearts Elmo on Sesame Street, a lot. Also Cookie Monster. Whenever any movie is lying around she grabs it and sprints over to me "WATCH?! WATCH?! WATCH?!" I end up having to distract her and then hide the movie to get her to forget about it- the best way to accomplish this is to suggest going outside which is the only thing she loves more than her Disney movies. OH. Most of you know this already, but V totally has BEIBER FEVER. No joke, she sings along to his songs, is mesmerized by his music videos- even just pictures of him. So sad, she's too young to be boy crazy. Especially Justin Beiber boy crazy. What else? Oh yeah, she also is still in the habit of kissing me hundreds of times throughout the day- at least once a day I get an almost make-out session, hands on my face and dozens of kisses at once and all. She is great.

The Bachelorette

This is my now not-so-secret guilty pleasure. The best part? It's also the guilty pleasure of the whole Hansen household- including Drew. We all watched it tonight (Micah and my Dad included), it's ti-vo'd and Drew SPRINTED into the tv room to watch the goober Weatherman seranade Ali. It is ridiculous and cheesy and there are definitely parts that I squeal at out of disgust and can't look at the tv (why do they have to show them making out and touching so much? gross.) but we watch it and get very into it and are very entertained by it. Drew just saw me typing this and got very mad. "I don't like it! I just watch it because you watch it." Uh huh. He likes it. He loves it. And so do I. It's so sad.

P.S. I'm HUGE. I swear I get bigger by the day.

BOY!

See?  Definitely a boy.

I knew it, I totally called it.  It's a boy!!!  Can't even tell you how excited I am.  I went to the mall a few hours after finding out and every time I saw a baby boy or saw baby boy clothes I kind of freaked from being so excited- seriously like mini internal spasms (sorry that sounds weird....).  Oh and Drew's SO SIKED for me to go baby shopping crazy for new boy clothes.  Whatever, it'll be worth it when he has his son around (and looking so darling and dapper in the cute clothes I get for him).  So come Oct. 4 (this baby better not be late like his sister) we'll have a daughter and a son.  I love it.  

P.S.  This baby does not stop moving- ever- I can't get over it.  I feel like I talk about it all the time but I can't help it, it's weird and awesome.  I just hope it doesn't carry over to post-womb... might only have him and V if it does- I'm not Wonder Woman you know.  Just kidding.  Kind of.