A real post, wow.
Hiii guys :)
I know, I'm so lame, forsaking livejournal and all my lovely lovely friends for twitter! I've been telling myself for a week "you have to make an LJ post! you should post there more anyway!". Seriously, I feel like I've been such a bad LJ friend and I'm sorry. I read everything but most of the time I just can't remind myself to comment. I'll try to get better, but it's hard with a VERY active 9 month old and another on the way.
ANYWAY.
So we had the anatomy scan ultrasound last Monday, and it's A BOY. I was really...idk, disappointed, when we found out? Because I had psyched myself into believing that it was another girl, had a name for her and everything, and was really happy that we wouldn't have to spend more money that we don't have on all new clothes, cause, surprise surprise, I kind of went pink crazy so we don't have much gender neutral stuff. But I got used to the idea, and I know I'll love this little boy no matter what.
So I was talking to alowishus812 last week, and she told me I needed to do a Rhiannon picspam. Which is true. I never get tired of talking about and showing off the adorableness.
Here's Rhiannon and I before her baptism on April 11th:
She's a curious one:
But sometimes that doesn't work out so well for her:
She can be a little ham sometimes:
Or a bunny: (and she HATED me for putting her in this thing, lol)
Jared put her in one of his shirts one day, I don't think she quite knew what to think about it.
She crawled into this box, which we usually use for her toys. She couldn't figure out how to get out, until finally she used her weight to tip the box over and sort of tumble out.
This is her with her godfather, Derrick, rentgrl22's husband:
And after a long day of playing, it's time for a little nap. She doesn't go down easy, but she goes down HARD.
I need to take more pictures. She has two teeth, and I don't think we have even one picture of them. So cute, omg.
Ok. So I'm watching the coverage of the Michael Jackson memorial on CNN, and I am kind of...overwhelmed with this strange nostalgic, sad feeling. He was so important to me, growing up. His music and his videos were such a humongous part of my life. I kind of moved away from it as I grew up, only really getting back into it when I met, I shit you not, a guy who impersonated him on Hollywood Blvd. That was around the time of the second trial, and my feelings on that and his other various troubles are and were hard to sort out. I'm glad I had that chance to fall back in love with his music, watching this guy imitate him through the dancing day in and day out on the boulevard. It's very strange to think that he's gone now, like, there's a piece of my childhood, and it's gone now and all I have left are the memories.
BTW, can I just say how creeped out I am that they're bringing his body to the memorial service? I think that's just asking for trouble, with all the people who are going to be there. I don't understand why they're doing that. Please god don't let them open the coffin, is all I'm gonna say about that.
Ok, I think I've rambled on long enough, but I will try so hard to be around more. I miss you guys!
I know, I'm so lame, forsaking livejournal and all my lovely lovely friends for twitter! I've been telling myself for a week "you have to make an LJ post! you should post there more anyway!". Seriously, I feel like I've been such a bad LJ friend and I'm sorry. I read everything but most of the time I just can't remind myself to comment. I'll try to get better, but it's hard with a VERY active 9 month old and another on the way.
ANYWAY.
So we had the anatomy scan ultrasound last Monday, and it's A BOY. I was really...idk, disappointed, when we found out? Because I had psyched myself into believing that it was another girl, had a name for her and everything, and was really happy that we wouldn't have to spend more money that we don't have on all new clothes, cause, surprise surprise, I kind of went pink crazy so we don't have much gender neutral stuff. But I got used to the idea, and I know I'll love this little boy no matter what.
So I was talking to alowishus812 last week, and she told me I needed to do a Rhiannon picspam. Which is true. I never get tired of talking about and showing off the adorableness.
Here's Rhiannon and I before her baptism on April 11th:
She's a curious one:
But sometimes that doesn't work out so well for her:
She can be a little ham sometimes:
Or a bunny: (and she HATED me for putting her in this thing, lol)
Jared put her in one of his shirts one day, I don't think she quite knew what to think about it.
She crawled into this box, which we usually use for her toys. She couldn't figure out how to get out, until finally she used her weight to tip the box over and sort of tumble out.
This is her with her godfather, Derrick, rentgrl22's husband:
And after a long day of playing, it's time for a little nap. She doesn't go down easy, but she goes down HARD.
I need to take more pictures. She has two teeth, and I don't think we have even one picture of them. So cute, omg.
Ok. So I'm watching the coverage of the Michael Jackson memorial on CNN, and I am kind of...overwhelmed with this strange nostalgic, sad feeling. He was so important to me, growing up. His music and his videos were such a humongous part of my life. I kind of moved away from it as I grew up, only really getting back into it when I met, I shit you not, a guy who impersonated him on Hollywood Blvd. That was around the time of the second trial, and my feelings on that and his other various troubles are and were hard to sort out. I'm glad I had that chance to fall back in love with his music, watching this guy imitate him through the dancing day in and day out on the boulevard. It's very strange to think that he's gone now, like, there's a piece of my childhood, and it's gone now and all I have left are the memories.
BTW, can I just say how creeped out I am that they're bringing his body to the memorial service? I think that's just asking for trouble, with all the people who are going to be there. I don't understand why they're doing that. Please god don't let them open the coffin, is all I'm gonna say about that.
Ok, I think I've rambled on long enough, but I will try so hard to be around more. I miss you guys!