Crawdad feasts and rainy day drives

So, Kirk has decided we are putting on an annual "Corned Beef and Crawdad Feast."
A little oakie?... indeed.

I'm not a big fan of either, but I am certainly a fan of sunshine, friends, feasts and beer.

I had no idea that you could do this, but Kirk's buddies had crawdads shipped overnight from New Orleans.

:: Only the fanciest in the Coleman house. (pinkies up!) ::

 



All of this was just a tad barbaric for me to participate in, but I do see the beauty. I mean... these guys were straight-up high on excitement as they sorted threw the live little crustaceans. Betting on which crawdad could kick the others ass (none of which actually happened)... posing the food for me to make sure I documented... and finally cracking through their masterpieces late into the night, happy as all hell.

It was quite entertaining.

 

 

The weather was great and the sun came through the clouds just long enough to finish out the festivities.

The next day was cold and rainy and perfect for having zero plans. We drove away half a tank of gas with nowhere to be. I surely took advantage of that fact... "Stop here, babe! Stop here!" It felt so good to just slow life down for the day, side by side with my other half. Perfection.

:: stand by for the rainy day slideshow ::

 

:: the end ::

A little bit of sunshine: Featuring Little Puddletown

Spring is in the air. I feel it coming our way.
Winter has it's perks and all, but an enclosed house of testosterone filled boys, a dog and a cat, make Mama slowly lose little pieces of her soul... You ever notice how a lack of vitamin D has you leaning a little towards to dark side? It's a real thing! It can be a SATURDAY morning...your pillow is perfectly glowing in the white rays of the early sun... a lone bird softly chirping outside your bedroom window...

It doesn't matter. You are lacking vitamin D.

You shoot up like a bat out of hell... grab that pillow... and CHUCK it at your window yelling "Screw you bird, you sound like shit!"

Spring cant come soon enough.

And since we are lucky here in California, we are taking advantage of every beautiful, sunny, late winter day.

I'm loving this. The boys are loving this...

:: ...the birds are safer ::

 

 

 

 

 

These late winter days are perfect for my newfound Etsy love! Did you see that little beanie Johnny was wearing? Here is a close up.

 

 

 

I have a couple of these sweet Little Puddletown finds. They are too cute. A mama named Sara makes these in Portland, Oregon. Her Etsy store is filled with handmade beanies and pants for your adorable little ones. You MUST check them out.

 

PLUS, she has generously given 20% off to all of my readers through the end of March. All you have to do is use the promo code ALLDAYSON

 

:: ENJOY!! ::

 



The Final Days are Comical

This pregnancy has really been amazing. I can't say that enough. I have been trying to embrace the beauty of this final pregnancy because it will be the last time my body will be serving a purpose in this way. I am truly thankful. BUT these last few weeks I can do nothing but laugh pathetically. I have hired Kirk as my round the clock crane. Pulling me off of couches, out of bed...off the floor, while I psychotically giggle and groan. He's a good sport. I think he might even like it...

:: I'm extremely graceful and ladylike these days... ::

 

 

There's really no other way to handle it but laugh. I am pretty sure Johnny is dislocating my pelvis with every step I take. I had Jace exactly a week and a half from now in his pregnancy. It's amazing how fast time has flown.

 

So, with the pelvic pain and the time approaching, I went to my doctor appointment on Wednesday with high hopes that this little guy was showing signs of arrival. I give my standard urine sample and sit back down in the waiting room with Kirk who is laughing hysterically at my struggles.

 

:: I suppose I am due for an anatomy lesson. Ever since I have lost visibility of my "hoo" (my lady bits) I have found it impossible to pee in those cups. I realize that I have not physically seen my hoo in some time, but I am PRETTY SURE it hasn't relocated.

Locate. Place cup. Pee. Done. Right?? Wrong.

Locate. Place cup. Pee. Soak hand. Frantically rearrange to try and catch the requested amount. Feel completely ridiculous. Wash up. Rejoin Kirk in the waiting room who has the biggest grin, just waiting to hear how it went. ::

 





Anyway, the baby is estimated over 6 pounds now, and I am showing zero signs of him being on his way.

 

That's ok. It's not too bad. So now, we walk. We walk through the dislocating of the pelvis. We smile and we know that we get to meet the little bundle in a matter of weeks.

 

"Everything grows rounder, wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be." 

 

 

One more of these little men added to our batcave? Yes, please.  Life is so good.