Baby Induced Madness or Nesting?

There are some projects that I've been working on. I've been a little hesitant to do too much because I know that once I start this ball rolling, it will be hard to stop it. And it turns out I was right. I've got the itch now and I'm finding it difficult to stop.

I'm making E a small collection of personalized onesies. Is that partially insane?

Does it help or hurt my case that I bought a range of sizes so he will fit them for the whole first year?

This blanket was actually not originally intended for Ev when I first started it. But as it turned out in the end, whether it's because I took too long to make it, or the baby moved states, it's Evan's now. I finally finished it and held onto it until we found out whether we were having a boy or girl. If it was a girl I would feminize it a little more, but as luck would have it, it's perfect for our little papa bear. I stitched his name in it last week when my craze picked up hot and heavy again. 

I can't help it folks. I am the girl that knitted scarves for all of her wedding guests as wedding favors/an alternative seating chart. I love doing this kind of stuff. If I had the time (and a rockin pattern) to make the onesies themselves, believe me, it would be happening. In my defense, we don't have a nursery for E yet so let's call this my version of nesting for now. I'm sure I'll burn out eventually....right?

If not, sorry husband.

Happy Day of Giving Thanks everyone! I hope you all are surrounded by people that you love and that love you!

h + e

Oh babies

Today I spent my entire hour lunch break hanging out in the new infant room at work. Two little baby boys, both under 6 months I believe. Oh the chubby thighs, the toothless goofy grins, the cooing as they told me about their days...too much I say.

After I left that peaceful room I thought, If I just wasted an hour of my time completely entertained by these two babies I don't even know, then I am doomed when Evan comes along. He just gave me a little punch to confirm that.

The first time I (and we) felt him really move was three nights ago. We were laying in bed, ready to turn the lights out when I felt a little Hiyah! I heard it described best as the way you feel when your eyelid twitches and you can't control it. It is simultaneously the coolest and the weirdest thing I have ever felt. It honestly freaks me out a little bit if I think too much about the fact that it's a live baby making those movements. It's probably best to not have a panic attack about my unborn baby moving inside of me. But I just start thinking about Wrath of Khan, or the scene of The Matrix where they extract that bug from his stomach. Bleaaahhh...I just gave myself the willies.

In any case, I am still feeling great, a little preoccupied with work stuff, but ok. Still trying to wrap my head around the fact that we are actually going to have a real baby in 5 months. Just insane.
Guess I should get all my sleep in now :)

It's time for something new

It's time to put up a new post, if for no other reason than to move the belly band photo down.

Week 15 1/2. Still feeling good. Albeit a little large. And around 12pm I suddenly lose all will to live, or at least move one iota. Apparently my scrubs (work mandated attire) hide the bump quite a bit because when I was changing out of them today Scott's reaction was, "Whoa! You are definitely bigger than last week". Good thing I am not self-conscious...or emotional. And for once I am not being sarcastic here :]

In case I hadn't blasted you with it yet, here's a video Scott took of the latest Dotson viewing. Just wait till Baby actually comes out...photos galore.



T minus 17 days until we find out what Dotson is! Woot!!

Happy Monday~
heids + baby

I have an idea for you

If you would like to find a really great way to have your Saturday morning breakfast revisit you, try typing in "maternity..." and follow it with very nearly anything you please on google, or even on etsy. What in the world people??

Did you know that there is something called a Maternity Belly Band/Bow?? No, you probably didn't because you are still innocent of such ridiculous things.

Not any more you aren't. This is actually the most pleasant picture of one that I found. I've had people try to convince me that we should do a pregnancy photo shoot, but I just don't know. If you know me at all....you know that would be pretty tough for me to swallow. It would have to be amazingly tasteful. And you might need to pay me to do it.

On a much more uplifting note - here is the video that my sister took of when we revealed the news to my family. It was the day after my brother's wedding, also the day after my dad's birthday and the whole family went out to breakfast together. Scott and I gave my dad a book called, The Really Useful Grandparents' Book. Inside the front cover was a copy of our first ultrasound.


The Reaction from The Diehls on Vimeo.


Enjoy your weekend.

It's part of my job

I had a moment today that will either make you grin or make you think that I am a horrible person.

I was in my classroom and it was time for the kids to clean up, so I announced "Clean Up Time!" and my little monkeys got to work putting their toys away. All except these two little girls. I was helping a child close a puzzle box when I heard one of the girls say to the other, "Let's hide from Ms Heidi" and they crawled under a table. Oh heck no.

I quietly walked over to their ingenious hiding spot, squatted down and startled them with a sharp, "You two better get out NOW." I saw both sets of legs jump in surprise and they quickly scrambled out. "Pick up a toy." They both grabbed the nearest toy and started putting things away and as I walked away I heard one of them say with a nervous giggle, "Well, I guess hiding was not a good idea". I had to stifle a laugh :)

Now, I'm not just mean. The reason I snatched them up was because this was not the first time the ring leader girl had hidden under the same table to get out of doing something. None of that now. Someone's got to lay down the law.

Gotta run for now, but just for the record - got a pumpkin spice latte today (DECAF) and decided it is much like drinking a scented candle. That needs to be toned down please.

Lata.

It's a done Diehl

AT LAST. The news is out! After weeks of agonizing, joyful torture - we are finally public. And by public I mean that we announced on facebook that we are having a BABY!!!!

*Deep Sigh of Contentment*

Now I can finally start writing about what's really going on in our life (/my body). We are 9 weeks as of yesterday, and next Thursday we will have a new ultrasound of little Dotson (=Daughter or Son - not actually the front runner for its name). Hopefully we'll get to hear a heartbeat then.

For now, I'm feeling pretty good. A little hungry most of the time. And by that I mean every hour on the hour I feel like I have a tapeworm living inside of me. I eat at least two breakfasts, maybe 3ish snacks before lunch, early lunch, a few more granola bars and fruits before I get off (4:30), and then I barely make it home before I start gnawing on the steering wheel. One and a half dinners and then I'm pretty good for the night.

You know, for a human the size of a grape, Dotson sure is making a ruckus. Pushing around in there, blowing me up like a balloon, eating man-sized portions of my meals...Sweet Moses. Tonight after my second (and a half) dinner Scott predicted that Dotson was going to be humongous. Very encouraging :]

The only other "symptom" I've really had is feeling a twinge drained of energy which is why I need to sign off for the night. I was up waiting until my bedding laundry was done, and now that the buzzer has gone off, it's time for me to shut my blurry eyes and get some rest!

xoxo
hd & baby

The cuteness is overwhelming at times

Got to hang out with the little D-meister a few weekends ago and discovered he has a new "trick". I think this is his go-to happy place when things get overwhelming or it gets too close to bedtime. He is destined to own a motorcycle. Biking is in our blood.

Dylan's Motorcycle from The Diehls on Vimeo.


Can you handle this? I hardly can.

Sick Day

I went to work this morning feeling...not the best. My throat's been bugging and my voice was not up to par today. In my line of work, you need your voice. That is, if you want the day to go smoothly. So I was sent home.

I spent the day napping, eating a whole pot of soup by myself, and watching wayyy too much TV. Add a dash of house cleaning and that was the extent of my exertions. It was kind of a nice break. My voice is not yet back to normal, but I plan on taking a gallon of hot tea to work with me tomorrow :)

Summer has Begun

Today was the "First Day of Summer", at least as far as our school is concerned. I have my own class for the summer, and while I was not completely prepared for the day to begin, things went pretty dang well. 

The three highlights of my day before I go lesson plan for tomorrow:

1) One of my kids from my old class hugging me outside and pleading with me not to go to the new class and leave him alone. Sigh. Love my kiddos.

2) Middle of nap time, picture me - teetering on a chair, trying to hang some paper from the whiteboard and NOT step on any sleeping children, simultaneously giving a child the harshest "Shush!" you ever did hear and telling them they better lay on their tummy and go to sleep or ELSE. Then a small voice from a little girl in the middle of the room that just rolled over in her sleep says softly, "Miss Heidi? ... I love you". Aw shucks. Just melts my stern heart.

3) Ending the looong day with Family Dinner. Ahh.

Fat schmat

I do believe we will be hitting up the gym mañana due to my husband's rising concerns over his girlish figure. 


I think it might have something to do with these bad boys:

I was in the mood today, I don't really know what hit me, but I just announced this morning, "I feel like making doughnuts". Turned out not to be nearly as intimidating as one would think. And really. SO delicious that it's actually a very horrible thing. 

I got the recipe from The Pioneer Woman, because her pictures were so tempting and it seemed like one of the better recipes I found online. Not difficult at all and 100% worth the effort/time.

Her glaze is absolutely the bomb as well. However, I only made 2/3 the glaze recipe because 3 cups of powdered sugar seemed like too much. It turned out that 2/3 was the perfect amount. 

They turned out perfect, light and a little crispy on the outside, completely fluffy and scrumptious on the inside. 

I am very satisfied at this moment. Unfortunately, I need to make some dinner now. How does one top homemade doughnuts though?? I'll whip up some chicken dish I guess. 

Here's to a new week! And rolls for thighs! Huzzah!

His name is Joctopus

For "Share Day" the other day, one of our kids' dads brought in a baby octopus that they are raising. Basically this family is one of the coolest ones ever. The kids were pretty enthralled. As was I.

Despite the fact that one of my worst nightmares would involve a giant octopus menacingly approaching me while I'm trapped at the bottom of the ocean in a small container filled with slugs, reptiles and germs - I thought the little guy was pretty dang cool to watch. I did have the same reaction as one of my little boys when it climbed to the top of the tank and tried to wrap it's tenticles around the air vents in an attempt to escape. Aka I was friggin close to jumping backwards and making a fool of myself. Like, that thing is awesome, unless it wanted to touch me. Then, not so awesome.

Yes, I am a giant wussy when it comes to all things...gross. Slimy animals, scaly animals, animals that look like they might be either slimy or scaly. Insta-heebie-jeebies.




Joctopus 1 from The Diehls on Vimeo.


Just a little fun for your weekend pleasure!

While Greenbay was winning the Superbowl ~

I was working on this:

Few more things to finish but fun to make. And quick! However, I think it needs pockets. As almost every dress does. 

Yes, that is all I had to say today. And good Monday to you!

When I die...

...and go to heaven, I want to magically have Sara Bareilles' voice.

This rendition of Single Ladies is rocking my Sunday:



Fun to listen to, but the real gem is her version of Sittin on the Dock of the Bay. Click to listen to that magic.

Hope Super Bowl Sunday is treatin you well.

Ah the weekend...

I have the house to myself for a little while this evening as Scott is musically occupied until 9:30 or so. I have the laundry going, the dishwasher humming, the kitchen cleaned, garbage taken out...I figure I should rest for just a sec.

Whilst resting, I would like to share with you THESE:

From Noa Noa, I really like these pants. When I showed them to husband the other day, he kind of looked at them while squinting, a face that interprets to, "Really? How should I tell you that I'm not really diggin those?" While what he actually said was, "Hmm...I guess I'd have to see them on you". Wise choice of words husband. Because I am quickly stumbling into love here.

Anyway, I will get back to thinking about more chores and watching shows that Mr D doesn't care for. Amazing how I've had somewhere around 1,300 weekends in my lifetime and yet I get excited about nearly each and every one.

I am going to sleep in till 8:00 tomorrow! Don't try to stop me!
Peace out homies.

Brightened my day

Two minute story:

I got to work this morning and went outside to greet my little monsters. I got my morning hugs and hellos in while attempting to manage 4 different mini conversations (when working with small children I think you develop the skill of being able to hear and comprehend more than one conversation that is being spoken to you at the same time) while one of my little boys kept trying to get my attention, "Miss Heidi? Miss Heidi. Miss Heeiidi?" I finally looked over at him and asked, "What's up buddy?"

His response was, "You look pretty". Then he ran off to play dodgeball.

That's how you know it's a good day.

Just thinking about it made me temporarily forget that I have just noticed my lazy eye seems to be getting worse and I think I'm two steps away from looking like Steve Buscemi in Mr Deeds. For real. But I'm not supposed to talk about it anymore. Scott thinks I'm being paranoid.

Whatever, we'll see who's paranoid when people start asking him which is my "good eye".

Happy Tuesday and to all, a goodnight.

Forecast looks a bit fabric-y

Hi all. How's it going?

Happy 2011 by the way. Forgot to say that. So far the first 14 days have flown by. For real? We're halfway through January? Absurd.i.ties. I haven't even made any New Years Resolutions. Wait, hang on a sec. I'm actually not sure I've ever made NYResolutions.

Well in place of those ... I'll just throw out a few things I'm inspired by as of late/what's worming through my brain and refusing to give my tendinitis a break.

I recently received (and also acquired) some of the most amazing books ever. For Christmas I got Martha Stewart's Encyclopedia of Sewing and Fabric Crafts, as well as Martha Stewart's Encyclopedia of Crafts. I was so giddy. I have now gingerly leafed through both books probably 3 times each. Each time I do I find myself dreaming of a craft/art corner all my own in our house someday. Eventually when we get a bigger place we'd love to have a second room that would be our studio/guest room. So hopefully my dream is not too far in the distance.

I also acquired from a wonderful donor, a 1960 edition of Better Homes and Gardens Sewing Book. I nearly cried when I found it. It is that beautiful. I adore early 60's fashion and this book is a wealth of sewing and craftsman knowledge. After a week of having it I turned to the husband and sighed, "I'm on page 40 and it's only getting better and better" as I wiped away a small tear. Ok, who am I kidding...small tear? Really, me? But let's pretend because that's how the scene went in my head.

This is no novel either mind you. It is a manual. I was reading a bit about it and someone likened it to a cookbook. So if you can imagine reading that snuggled in bed, then you're with me.

Isn't it beautiful? However, now I have been forced to apologize to said husband for teasing him about reading an old Toyota 4Runner Manual in bed at night. What nerds we are indeedy.

This has spurred on a sudden desire for something new to sew (go figure). Therefore I did what any logical person would do and checked ebay for "vintage" patterns. Oh the joys to behold. I now have a few packages coming my way any day now. The excitement is overwhelming. Truly.

I plan to reinvent the shift dress. There, I said it. It's out there. I'm doin it!

Moving on, I also have been eying our poor couch in a manner that makes him quiver a twinge as I walk by these days, seeing as BHs and Gs has empowered me, telling me that, "Slipcovers are inexpensive, easy to make. New slipcovers give a wonderful lift to an old sofa or chair. Combined with new draperies, they give a welcome color change." How can I refuse? They used "draperies" in a sentence.

Oh goodness. I'm doomed. Just doomed. But so happily so. I can smell it in the air - 2011 is going to be a good year.

All for now. Hasta luego.