The Beginning! (Creative title huh?)

Hello friends and fellow bloggers. I feel compelled and inspired to create my own blog. The winter months often mean housebound-ness for this soggy mama and housewife and perhaps a blog is just the kind of sunshine I need.

Todays weather forecast is gray, heavy rain, and the "s" word was even uttered a time or two. Yes, folks, SNOW. I don't mind the snow normally but I really wish the weatherman had considered me and my feelings before making the statement this morning on the news. The problem is not that it may snow this evening. The problem is that my children were in the room (more on them in a bit) and now cannot be convinced that the weatherman did not mean feet of snow. They are dead-set on making snow cones (blech!) and snowmen tomorrow morning. The weatherman's exact words were "snowflakes the size of hamsters that melt when they hit the ground." I'm not thinking snowmen are in the cards for tomorrow. While we're at it, snowflakes "the size of hamsters"???? What an utterly strange size comparison. Do you think he meant the little short-haired ones or the big fluffy fuzzball ones? I suppose only time will tell.

Oh yeah, the kids. I'm "mama" to my budding artist (I say budding but she's better than many adults I know) Winnie who recently turned 6, my husband-carbon-copy son Finn who is 4 AND A HALF (you don't want to know what happens if you leave out the half), and my super-baby Zella who, at 18 months, can out- eat, out- run, out- giggle, out- destroy and out- snuggle any baby I've ever had the privelage of getting to know. I'm also pregnant (due in spring) with baby #4 who dh has lovingly named "Acorn". Acorn is a mondo, huge, giant, impossible impossibility of a baby. Don't get me wrong, I'll take another kid, lol. I could have done with a little bit of warning or planning, even an oops to blame.

When I discovered the pregnancy I made the mistake of telling a shocked and unstable dh that he could have exclusive naming rights to this one. It was my pathetic attempt to endear him to this baby, excite him about the possibility of another. Well, the joke is on me now because dh insists that if this is a girl her name will be Acorn. Please, whatever power/s that exist, make this baby be a boy! We've chosen to wait until delivery to discover the gender of this child but now that the time is upon us when we could find out I'm becoming weak. I don't have anything resembling clothing for this child. I got rid of all I could in a mad decluttering frenzy as Zella outgrew things and of course, now I have nothing. It would be nice to know whether to buy pink or blue. I don't want to be stuck in the gender-neutral world that my first daughter went through. At one year Winnie was STILL wearing much of the gender-neutral clothing I'd purchased for her to wear until she was in the next size up. Little did I know she would never outgrow it. I can't afford a wardrobe of each either. And so, I grow weak. Every day closer to a tell-tale ultrasound brings me closer to giving in. We shall see if I can hold out.

Tomorrow (or whenever I get to post again) I shall explain my soggy world. Until then, pray for a boy to save a young girl from the name "Acorn".