Jessica Kopp

special delivery

I got a super special delivery today. Look what was waiting for me when I answered the door.

She was so excited about her surprise and just keep giggling. She tried to escape without giving me my GREAT BIG KISS! But I caught her and made her pay up. 

This was her first "real" school valentines party and she is so excited. She got to play bingo, make cookies, do crafts and exchange valentines. Right now she is sitting on the office floor organizing all her valentines. She can't believe how many "boy" valentines she got (a.k.a. Spiderman, Hulk, Thomas the Train.) I told her she could have 1 piece of candy before lunch, but I think I just saw her shove 3 in at the same time. She can hardly close her mouth to chew. Do you think Starburst and chocolate taste good together?

P.S.: Mom check out that dimple under her left eye. Do you remember it always being so deep or am I going crazy?? I honestly think it has doubled in size in the past 2 weeks.

H is for Henry

Since I have decided that cooking dinner is totally overrated, Abby has started taking it upon herself to make dinner for the family. Most of her suggestions are strange (carrot quesadillas??) but a couple nights ago she suggested spaghetti. Even though I was told several times that she could take care of everything herself, I still insisted on supervising. I wasn't sure about her and a big pot of boiling water. I was given strict instructions that I could be in the kitchen but I could only "look, NOT touch."

While waiting for the water to boil, Abby started popping open the breadsticks can. I thought she could handle this on her own and left in search of Syd and the screaming upstairs. When I returned this is what I found.

At first I was very confused. My personality likes all the breadsticks in perfect rows, equal distances apart, with everyone twisted the same number of times. I had even given her those exact instructions before I left. I just sat and stared. I couldn't figure out what she was doing. Some where straight and some where bending. Some ever had fancy swirls. Then she explained that they were all of our initials. If you look closely you can see a J for Jessica, D for Derek, A for Abby, S for Syd and H for Henry. 

Who is Henry?

I was confused as you are. Henry, she then told me, is what she wanted to call the baby.  (Sorry, Abby, not going to happen.) I started to object and was then told that because "Henry" was in my tummy that along with the 'J' I also got to eat the 'H'. I liked that plan. More for me. 

Dinner was delicious. Henry really liked it.

no turning back

Today I gave in and opened the Diaper Genie Box (a.k.a. maternity clothes box). I held out as long as I could, but spandex and elastic were calling my name.

About 6 years ago I pack all my 'great' maternity clothes up into the Diaper Genie box and shoved it in the basement. For some reason that particular box seemed so appropriate for the occasion. I had no idea when or if I'd ever be opening it again. 

About 4 years ago I lovingly handed the box over to my sister. She laughed and laughed at the contents. She made fun of the many pairs of gingham capris and tent shirts. She mocked the jumper dresses and couldn't believe I had ever worn pants that had front panels that went all the way to my boobs. She didn't seem to understand that 5 years earlier those things had been in fashion (Right??!!?). 

Last month my sister returned the great Diaper Genie box. The box I thought I would never see again. She took the time to show me all the goods. I was glad to see that a few items had gotten lost and that a few items had been added. But after she left, I closed the box up nice and tight and put it in my closet. I figured I had a couple more months before I needed any of that stuff. Boy was I wrong. Baby number 3 seems to want a lot more room then the last 2, and a lot sooner. So today I caved and started digging, but after trying on a few pairs of pants I realized, not only am I getter large, but I'm short. While typing this, I'm in a pair of pants that I've rolled a good 3 inches so they don't drag on the ground. Why does my sister have to be so tall? But no matter the length, the belly is happy for all the new space.

I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea. I have not had the ability to do my regular pants up for quite some time. I've been in denial. I have a nice pair of comfy/fat jeans and they have been my best friend this past month, but I know as soon as they touch the washer and dryer (which they desperately need) they will no longer be comfy. I also purchased the greatest maternity invention EVER! A BellaBand. I wish someone would have invented this thing 9 years ago, I would have been a lot happier pregnant lady. I have been able to wear most of my regular pants with the help of this amazing thing. I don't button, I don't zip and with the band they stay up perfectly and it just looks like I have on a white layer shirt.

Here's to getting large and finding comfort and joy in the Diaper Genie Box. I think I'm going to go eat some cookies now. 

bad mom

When Derek gets home and asks Abby why her homework isn't done, it is going to be all my fault. While "helping" her with homework after school I got us sidetracked in Photo Booth. It was just so much more fun to make funny faces and laugh, then do 3-digit subtraction. YUCK

Sorry Abby.

Before & After

For those of you who have seen Abby in the past 7 days, this is old news, but Abby has a new hair do. She decided to CHOP it off. This isn't actually as short as she wanted to go, but I thought this was a good place to start. I had to promise if she wanted it shorter I would bring her back next month. I will admit I was sad to see it go and put off getting her an appointment for a good month. I kept hoping she would forget or change her mind, but she didn't and loves it. She still thinks it will be back in a ponytail by summer and I keep saying that maybe by summer 2010. I will admit she looks super cute. What do you think?