Planning for the Future!

This whole Bho thing has really gotten Craig & I thinking lately. We've recently started planning for her future and I'm not talking about what she is going to wear home from the hospital or her nursery theme. Actually, I've started receiving reading materials about college saving programs such as 529s, high-school tennis camps all across the world, and now we can even plan for an arranged marriage! Yes, we heard some fabulous news yesterday...

Bwie's mom just found out that she is growing a penis inside of her! Isn't that great news, Bho?! It means you already have yourself a protector, a secret crush, and a best friend of the opposite sex. It means you can "na-naa-na-boo-boo" him when you kick his butt wrestling or when you ace him for the first time with your wicked tennis serve. It also means that we'll be having the private parts conversation, "why does Bwie have a wiener? why can Bwie pee in the backyard with the dogs and I can't?" Oh geez, Bwie's parents might have just made our job trickier if my vision of naked babies and dogs running around our backyards occurs as often as I imagine. Yikes.

Even though Bwie's parents were a bit shocked at first, I think it was all meant to be and it'll end up being a blessing (ahem, no blaming the sperm-providers - right Matty?). Most importantly, Bwie and his mom are in perfect health and everything looked spectacular, which is what matters most.

Got to run, I have a lot of planning to do for the big wedding... dum, dum, da-dum: Bwie + Bho!

An Ode to the Boo

Here is a photo tribute to the Boo. I owe an apology to my Indie. Last night, after returning from a mighty fine night with Bwie's parents - I came home to find my French chocolate bar fully wrapped and preserved under the stove.

I can only assume that Indie smelled the chocolate and instantly adopted her protective, motherly instincts by grabbing the candy bar off the counter and immediately putting it under the stove to prevent her mom from getting fat.

Thank you Indie for saving me the extra pounds. I owe you a kissy.

How coffee saves the lives of others around me...

One morning about two weeks ago, I woke up more tired than when I went to bed. True, it has happened many times before but this morning happened to be when I started law school. How was I supposed to get through eight hours of Legal Methods without any caffeine? Plus, the fact that I now weigh over 150lbs makes me a little depressed. If you don't already know, when I'm depressed, I like to lay on the sofa with the Boo and sleep... oh, and while I'm laying there sleeping I like to eat junk food. So, being that rational human being that I am - I realized by laying on the sofa and eating - this would not accomplish my goal of attaining a JD or staying under 162lbs fully pregnant. Therefore, I splurged - just for my first weekend of law school - I was allowing myself a medium, non-fat, iced latte. Ohhhh, drool.

This morning, the girl at the coffee shop had memorized my order of a medium, non-fat, iced latte. I'm guilty of returning to my caffeine addiction for more than the first weekend of law school. Don't worry, I've received permission from my doctor to drink one latte a day without any harm. My coworkers have thanked me for both the improved mood and increased productivity. Plus, I think Bho enjoys the additional jolt of energy while practicing diving in my belly. I think she might become a fantastic swimmer, call it a hunch. But besides being a swimming pro, I have a feeling she might be very accepting of others.

Someday in the following month when we've started collecting pieces to go with the theme of "nursery," I will post pictures. I'm happy to say that it will not involve porcelain dolls, clowns, or Barney... here is a tiny preview:

Oh, and my Indie Booboo ate another chocolate treat last night. What a little sh*t demon. It was the chocolate bar I had finally realized didn't make me nausous anymore. The one that I hand carried home from Paris back in March. The one that I opened and took ONE bite and left it wrapped in thick Euro paper and tinfoil on the kitchen counter. I sincerely hope she enjoyed the creme brulee milk chocolate delight because when that foil comes out in the backyard, it isn't going to feel very comfortable...

I'm positive! I'm feeling positive!

Well, we had another photoshoot this morning:

Per the Tech, everything looks fabulous (if you knew the details - my insides are now in their propper places) and Bho even threw us a little personality this morning - she stuck her tongue out in a sassy way for her parents. Somehow I don't think this will be the last time but I guess it's pretty adorable, like mother - like daughter.

Ohhh, yeah, the Tech also confirmed that she indeed is a she - all filled with suger and spice. Craig made a very funny joke that the sugar is all ice cream and the spice is from either hot&spicy potato chips or peppered pickles that I've been devouring. Maybe the sticking out of the tongue was a sign from Bho that she needs more variety? Hmmm, I'll just assume not...

Oh, one last thing - we babysat puppy Sadie this past weekend for the Williams. Indie practiced her sharing skills in preparation for Bho. I think the Boo made great progress.

What the heck?!

I think I'm addicted to negative posts... Or maybe it is just too much time spent reading Criminal Law textbooks? At any rate, check this out:

This is fairly strange but creative in a morbidly pessimistic view of the world. It starts as a happy, healthy home and detaches when the parents split. There are even "additions" to add on to each home for their new partners - how PC!

On a positive note, at least we're not leaving anyone out. Now, kids with divorced families can play out their nightmare with a dollhouse version of life. Strange, I don't see where the beloved puppy gets run over by a car? That must be a new release for next year...

This is how America got to be a fatty...

I'm scared... very, very scared. My worry is stemming from the fact that our children today have a preference and demand for McDonald's (fastfood in general, probably) rather than other foods such as ice cream, candy, and gum. I also have a feeling that kids today could repeat jingles or premises of commercials more rapidly than they could their abc's or 123's.

It is very troubling that in a new study, it was shown that our young kids are being brainwashed by a big scary clown, a.k.a Ronald, making them more likely to find any variety of food tasting better if labeled as produced by McDonald's. All I can say is ICK!
The picture below is totally appropriate:




Not to regress, but when I was growing up, it was considered a special treat (like I had just gone to the dentist or did something really outstanding - which I guess didn't happen as much as I thought, hmmmmm?) if my dad took me to McDonald's to get an ice cream cone. Although, sometimes my grandma would secretly buy me a happy meal (I've still kept it from the parents grandma, promise!) and even then I'd only care about the toy and not finish the hamburger or chicken nuggets.

Per the study, children aged 3 to 5 were choosing the McDonald's wrapped carrots (yes, carrots!) as tasting better than the plain wrapped carrots. How sad! Also, I think we need to discard of one of our two televisions in the house. The study found that the more tv's in the house, the more they preferred the McDonald's labeled foods.


Oh poor little Bho, you will NOT have a tv in your bedroom... but I have a feeling we'll have this discussion when you're old enough to beg. I just hope you're begging for a laptop and not a Whopper.

Overprotective family members, you know who you are...

There is a lot to be said about a close knit family especially when a new baby is brought into the mix... I mean, I can assume that my mom will answer the midnight phone calls when I'm stressed out and Bho won't eat, sleep, or shut up. I'm also assuming that my dad will take on the responsibility when we don't feel like paying a stranger to watch Bho during the day while I'm working hard for the money. Was that a subtle enough way of breaking the new nanny job to him?! Finally, I assume all other needs and desires will be fulfilled by Bho's other grandparents!

With those tiny details being clarified, I have to bring up my frustrations with being "over-protected" and throw out a small disclaimer to Bho.

I hereby swear to not only overprotect you, Bho -as I have endured for 29.5 years from my parents - but also affirm that your grandparents will do the same. As you grow older, you will come to appreciate this as a lack of commonsense on my part, quite suffocating and very irritating. However, you will also learn that it is fully out of my control. Please take refuge in the fact that we have supplied you with the cutest dog, Indie boo-boo, to help alleviate those worries; you should feel ever so lucky.

Because this is MY blog, I feel that I deserve to vent. Here are a few fairly reasonable assumptions I've made that thanks to my family are now frustrations.
-It seems logical to me that exercising, for example a pleasurable tennis match would be good for all pregnant women and fetuses alike.
-As is enjoying a nice dallop of frosting on an anniversary cake that I will only get once a year. I'd even stretch this logic to believing that a nice challenge, such as a law school endeavor, is good for the mental stability of any sane person. For those of you that do not understand why I'd be frustrated - talk to my parents, hubby, and friends/coworkers alike - they must supply the explanations because I have no clue.

Phew, with that being lifted off my shoulders - we can all relax and take a look at a few pictures of our awesome weekend in Lutsen. Just a forewarning to those who "overprotect the Jho," (this might be confusing for many, Jho = Jill plus last name abbreviation) I did exercise and I did get sweaty. Let this be proof that I'm alive and Bho is kicking after a long trek up Eagle Mountain to get to the highest point in MN. We're safe and I feel great that I got a bit more toned from all the climbing... God forbid I don't gain the same 100lbs that my mom gained from eating spagetti dinners every night, no offense mom. Love ya!

Notice the chosen photos don't include humans? Well, the photo credits must be given to Craigita for this trip. Evidently, it is known that pregnant women shouldn't control the camera (no offense Eyespy). I've chosen not to scare those few blogs readers with my lack of photogenic skills so I've ceased to post any of my glamour shots from our hikes. Now you have a chance to feel ever so lucky.