Clumsiness

I've forgotten how clumsy I get when I'm pregnant. Last week, my hand got caught in the trunk door of my Pilot when I slammed it shut (yes, ouch!). I tore some skin on my middle finger and my ring finger got all bruised and swollen, but at least I don't think I broke anything. It's been over a week, and my finger is still in pain. Then over the weekend, I somehow ended up with two deep cuts on my arm. I still don't know how they got there. Baby K was looking at my arm before and this is the conversation that followed:

Baby K: Let me see your arm, mommy.
[Baby K carefully inspects the two cuts on my arm.]
Baby K: You have ouchie mommy.
[Baby K gently kisses my arm.]
Me: Thank you baby K.
Baby K: It's okay, mommy. Ouchie will go away.
Baby K: Do you need a band-aid mommy?
Me: No, I don't need a band-aid.

I think baby K said something else after that, but another symptom of pregnancy is forgetfulness and I seem to be experiencing it full-blown, so unfortunately the transcript will have to end there.

Anniversary Weekend

This past Saturday marked the sixth wedding anniversary for M and me. Baby K also turned 31 months on that day. No weekend trip was planned this year, so off to Sesame Place we went (yes, definitely taking advantage of those season passes). Baby K was very excited when we told her where we were going, and even woke up extra early that morning. However, for some strange reason, she got really cranky once we arrived at Sesame Place and refused to do anything. Maybe she was overwhelmed by the amount of people at the park (I think this is the most crowded we've seen out of all the times we've been there), but whatever it was, we were definitely thrown off by the sudden change in behavior. She just wanted to stay in her stroller; even seeing the merry-go-round didn't do much to lift up her spirits. Fortunately, she got out of her slump after we watched Elmo's World Live. We didn't stay at the park too long. We grabbed a quick bite to eat, baby K spent a bit of time playing in the water with daddy, and then we caught the afternoon Sesame Place Neighborhood Parade before heading out.

We went to a Korean restaurant in Edison for our anniversary dinner that night. M had his usual dolsot bibimbop. We ordered japchae for baby K and myself since we love our noodles, and we also got a spicy tofu casserole dish. The food wasn't anything extravagant but it was good, and my stomach hasn't felt so satisfied (or full!) in a very long time.

At the Breakfast Table

Scene: Baby K and I are sitting in the kitchen having breakfast. Baby K is holding her bowl of cereal (without milk) and munching on Cheerios. All of a sudden, she points to the floor on the other side of the table.

Me: Did you drop a Cheerio on the floor?
[Baby K nods.]
Me: Do you want mommy to pick it up for you?
Baby K: Yes please.
[I walk over and bend down to pick up the Cheerio.]
Baby K: Watch your head, mommy! Watch your head! [So that I don't bang my head against the table.]
[As I make my way to the garbage can...]
Baby K: Don't eat it, mommy!

It's funny how my little girl picks up on everything we tell her and ends up saying it back to us. At least it goes to show that she's actually listening!

Strawberry Picking

All our Saturday plans were canceled as I was forced to stay home and nurse my terrible cold (who gets a cold in 80+ degree weather anyhow??). Despite the runny nose and cough (and the unsettling suspicion that I had passed it on to baby K), we went to service at Calvary Chapel Old Bridge on Sunday. Afterwards, we decided to go strawberry picking (originally planned for Saturday), since it was Strawberry Festival Weekend at Von Thun Farms. I called MH to see if she wanted to join us and was pleasantly surprised that she said yes. We had a great time meeting up and baby K was happy to see her classmate NH; I just love watching the kids interact with each other.

Here's my little piggy trying out a strawberry:
Baby K and NH walking alongside each other as we headed back to our cars:

This Morning

Me: I have a cold, baby K.
Baby K: Feel better, mommy. Feel better.
Me: Thank you.
[I take a tissue to blow my nose...]
Baby K: Blow mommy! Blow!
Baby K: Good job, mommy!

(At what point did we switch roles without me knowing it??)