Our apartment complex had a garage sale and I was hoping to find baby boy clothes- which there were none- but we scored on a ton of books for Scarlet! They are GREAT!

The same day we looked on Craigslist and found a major score on baby boy clothes and went and got them on a whim. I'm sort of thinking we overspent now- that we could've spent

less on just what we need instead of an overabundance of clothing that was technically a good deal. Oh well, it's done now. Hopefully he wears it. It's such a risk, not knowing if your baby's gonna be long and skinny or short and fat and how fast they'll grow. You just don't know 'till they're here.

This is Scarlet doing some motions and singing. I was really impressed, because normally I have to encourage her quite a bit to do the motions with me, and this she just did completely on her own!

Scarlet's been getting more jabbery, which has been fun. She's also been getting very HIGH PITCHED. She'll just sort of lightly scream to herself. Just to hear the noise, not because she's upset. Though she did do that once this week. It was horrible. I'm officially DONE cutting hair while she's awake, or unattended by Greg. It's just not worth the pain. I did another cut and her trauma was 10x the amount of the previous haircut. It was AWFUL. I couldn't even soothe her with chocolate. Chocolate solves ALL our problems, but not this one. Not at all. Towards the end she would just FREAK if I put her down, which of course I had to. So she clung to my legs screaming, while I'm trying to finish my cut, and then out of nowhere this LOUD HIGH PITCHED SCREAM happens. I'm shocked. I look down and say, "Was that Scarlet?" It was such a foreign sound, I honestly didn't know if it was her. She'd NEVER sounded ANYTHING like that before. It was HORRIBLE. Then I kept cutting and then she did it again and again. She was just like, "Mom. What are you doing? Don't you see I'm in pain? This is how serious I am!!!!" It was awful. That right there just sealed the deal. No hair while Scarlet's around. But it's ok. I'll just schedule in the evenings or saturday. Because though, Scarlet was having a horrible time, I loved it. It was so fun to socialize and cut hair again. It made me feel good, to see that they looked great when I was finished. Like, "Ok, I forgot. I'm really good at this!" It's nice to feel like you have a good skill with something. So I definitely want to pursue this as a hobby, but not while Scarlet is awake. No way. One thing that didn't help, is the girl I cut, she brought her 3 year old son, who happens to be a big 3 year old. And he hit her. I didn't see it, but the sound of the scream in the room and the terrified look on her face when I went to her- I just KNEW. Her reaction was NOT normal. And then I heard his Mom say, "Did you hit her? You need to say you're sorry." I felt so BAD for her. I mean, kids are kids and I know she'll be hit again by other kids, but it was her first time- so I think it was a little traumatizing. Just the whole hour was bad. And the way she looked at him CHANGED after that. And I'm pretty sure it hurt pretty bad, because before it even happened- his Mom was telling me how he doesn't realize how he's bigger than other kids and is too aggressive and rough with them and they get hurt a lot. But I'm pretty confident this was on purpose, he was kind of being a brat the whole time. Oh well.

I have been sick for 3 weeks. I am really sick of it. Every week I have a few good days and think, "I'm getting better." And then I crash again. It seems to always come on a saturday. We've yet to do anything fun for our weekends. First I was really sick, then I thought I was all better and Greg was really sick, then this weekend I'm sick again. At church I even started to feel feverish but then it left. It's so in WAVES. And it keeps morphing into new things. I don't know what's going on, but I'm sick of it. It's hard to know if I'm tired because of pregnancy, or because of sickness. I was realizing that I never sleep soundly anymore, with the constant need to pee and Greg wakes a good hour and a half before I need to wake- sometimes I sleep through it, sometimes not. So that's probably not helping. As well as my constant feed on chocolate candy. I take it like it's medication. I didn't have any the other day when I decided it needed to stop. It wasn't so bad, but then Greg and I bought a bag of peanut butter cups last night and they're already gone. I'm pulling him down with me. I can't help but wonder if I fed on spinach, like I do on chocolate, if I'd still be sick. It's just been so constant it makes me afraid it's just going to linger until I have this baby! Hopefully not. I really hope not. I seem to manage to get dinner done, and a few small things to entertain Scarlet, but then Saturday comes and it's like my body knows and it's so much worse and all I can do is lay on the couch while Greg does everything for me. I feel bad, but there's just no way around it.

One of Scarlet's favorite things to do is take some toilet paper, blow her nose, then put it in the toilet and watch it flush down. She tries to do this MANY times a day. Basically every time I have to pee, she comes along and does this- or tries to, anyway.

We bought her a little potty, yesterday. We put her on it and nothing happened, but she was pretty excited about it. I don't know if it's a bad thing, letting her get on just for fun. I'm hoping the familiarity will just get her comfortable for when the time comes and hopefully it doesn't become more of a "fun toy experience" and not the real deal. I don't know. We're just going with the flow. I'm not even going to THINK about training her for REAL until after the baby comes. Well after.

Greg is really liking work. It's still boring sometimes, but overall he's really excited about everything.

Scarlet popped out two molars this week and is about to surface another. It has been a little sad. Especially tonight. Lots of sad pain. Tonight we drugged her up with Tylenol, Ibuprofen, teething tablets AND Oragel- all within an hour. She just kept crying, so we just kept piling it on since it was almost bedtime. It was so sad. I should say it IS so sad. She's struggling to sleep right now.