You’ll be noticing a lot of brown in Emma’s wardrobe this fall. I’m so drawn to it for some reason. And brown and pink… well, you just can’t go wrong!
Archives for August 2007
No Instincts
So when I was pregnant with Emma, I was sure I was having a boy. Not sure why, but I was certain of it. I was drawn to blue and “boy” things, and had my mind set on football games and a huge appetite. The only indicators of girl were the fact that “Emma” just sounded so natural to me. Like I was meant to have an Emma. That, and my two dreams that revealed girl. Of course, I ignored those signs and was totally floored to hear “It’s a girl” when Miss Emma arrived. I was so excited, but felt so silly for calling this poor baby a “he” for the 9 months she was in my belly!
So on to this baby…
Again, our girl name (Kendall Faith) just feels right. But maybe it’s because I can picture a sweet face and bouncing pigtails more easily now. Either way, it sits well with me, and I know it is the perfect name if we have another girl.
Now, my “gut” says boy because 1. these kicks are really, really strong and 2. My dreams have been boy. And while we’re not set on a boy name just yet, our top choice at the moment — Austin Bernard (my maiden name) — is starting to feel right. So I am back to football games and a stocked fridge.
BUT…the last few nights I’ve had two dreams and both clearly showed I was having a girl.
What the heck? Do I have any maternal instincts in me at all?
Small Talk with Emma
Mommy: Emma, are you full? Or would you like some more eggies?
Emma: Noooooooo, I’m fine this minute.
Mommy: (blank stare)
Can someone tell this girl that she just turned 2 a few weeks ago? And the little attitude I detected in her tone really scares me. Oh does it scare me! 🙂
Fashion Friday: For Daddy…
Okay, so there has been some intense “discussion” around here the last week about the golf outing Daddy is supposed to go on tomorrow morning. The girls around here aren’t too happy about this, and we don’t exactly keep our feelings to ourselves.
However, after Daddy’s peace offering last night — a pedicure for Mommy tonight while he puts Emma to bed — we felt it only right to provide our own peace offering.
So here is Emma in her preppiest outfit, showing (a little) support for Daddy and wishing him a good game. (And smiling as hard as she possibly can!)
Besides, who could stay mad at this guy:
*Pay no attention to the drink of water gone bad on Emma’s shirt. It is an illusion.*