I'm a shrimp and Walnut is a a bean pole...

...and so far Little Cashew is taking after Walnut...in terms of height that is. She was born at 21.25 inches long, which is above the 97th percentile for a girl. Now I stand at a whopping 5'4.5" and Walnut is 6'7"...so it seems she will be taking after him. At every pediatrician appointment we have had since she has been off the charts in terms of height....like literally off.the.charts. And because I'm a little nuts this worries me. Sure there are all of the basketball and volleyball scholarships to be had, but it seems like being a really tall girl might be rough. Now clearly at 5'4" I don't know the perils of being a tall person, but Walnut hits his head on things, can't fit into beds without his feet dangling off and buying clothes is a nightmare. And of course I want Little Cashew to have everything go wonderfully her way in life, and I worry about her height...

Like being able to wear heels to her high school prom and still be able to dance with her date.
I know this all seems silly and inconsequential...and trust me I know the most important things are that she is happy and healthy. It's not like being the tall lanky girl is in high school is going to be the end of her world, but it's amazing how these potential worries she may have in 15 years are giving me gray hairs now...it's all in a mothers love I guess.

oh PS this post was started because my cousin (who is in High School and tall) joined the facebook group "It's awful being a tall girl"...so really I'll blame her for my gray hairs on this one

I should take all of my parenting advice from Sex and the City...no?

Let me refresh everyones memory (more or less):
Miranda: If I had never slept with Steve, I never would have had Brady
Charlotte: Awww
Miranda: Let me finish. If I had never slept with Steve, I never would have had Brady...and been too busy to eat, and I never would have been able to fit into my skinny jeans again.

There will be more on my ridiculous mommy wardrobe in another post...

So before the glorious Peapod delivery came and I went on a massive cooking spree, we were pretty low on food, and typically during the day I would have my oatmeal for breakfast, and then some combination of crackers, peanut butter and string cheese. Then some form of dinner. So not a whole lot of eating...Little Cashew just keeps me so busy!!! But since my cooking rampage, Ive been able to throw something in the microwave and have a real meal.

So there is the back story. Now for the real meat of this post...
The past few nights as I lay in bed to go to sleep, Ive felt what I am going to call "Phantom Baby Kicks" (and what Walnut calls "Digestion because you are finally eating"). But I lay on my stomach...I need to make up for all of that lost time when I was pregnant...and occasionally I feel this sensation that feels so much like Little Cashew did when she would roll over in the ute.

It made me think about amputees and their phantom limb's.

Now let me clarify...I was never one of those women who as their pregnancy went on thought "I will miss being pregnant so much." I was always a supporter of outside babies over inside babies. And I don't miss being pregnant now, nor do I want to be pregnant. But there was a certain sense of comfort that I felt as I lay there with my fake baby movements.

Yeah I know its weird, but hey, that's me!

All in the name of Fashion

First off...the things I will do for this child and for fashion...

Now I think Little Cashew is the perfectly proportioned child...in reality she is a tall little string bean from her daddy and has a big noggin (sp?) from her mommy...so I call her my little candy apple.

The people at Gymboree have not realized this, and even though I spend a good chunk of Walnut's pay check there...they do not make candy apple sized clothes. This really has not been too much of a problem, with the exception of cute little head bands. When I put them on her, they are a bit snug and they leave an indent on her head, so they never stay on long. Well tomorrow we are going to a Christmas party at Walnuts's work, and of course Little Cashew will be the best dressed of the 3 of us...but the dress she is wearing has one of these infamously tight head bands....so my solution? Stretch it to fit around my head and wear it around for 3 days. I look ridiculous, and its not so comfortable, and leaves a red mark on my head...but its all in the name of fashion.

And I had an almost ridiculous cooking experience this week. Ive been trying to make meals and freeze them, so we have food other than cereal and peanut butter available....you know...like real adults. So I usually keep Little Cashew in the sling with me while cooking....mostly because she will only watch from her bouncy seat for so long. And as I was about to put the casserole in the oven, she has a huge spit up which came perilously close to ending up smack dab in the middle of my casserole...I decided to finish cooking while she was napping and far from the kitchen.

And on a sad note, one of the online pregnancy boards I frequent has a member who went into labor at 24 weeks 4 days ago, and will unfortunately be saying good bye to her little girl tonight. Makes me so thankful for my fully baked healthy little one. And at the same time makes me feel so bad for ever wishing she would come any earlier. (I went into labor at 40 weeks and 1 day...I wasn't wishing for a preemie or anything, but around 38.5 weeks...full term is 37 weeks...I was ready for her to be born!)

I thought about taking a picture of myself with this ridiculous baby headband on me...but I need to retain some pride!