The halfway mark

We are halfway done with our pregnancy.  If you haven't heard, we are having a little girl.  "Daddy's little girl," Josh says.  Josh doesn't want her to look like him, "She'd be ugly!"  So he is saying she looks like me even though facial features aren't developed enough to tell who they resemble until 30 weeks.  We'll just let him say that and wait and see if he's right that she looks like me. 

He's also decided she can live with us until she is at least 25 so he knows what she is doing.  Heaven help us.  She'll have the best daddy in the world until she is 12 and has boys liking her.  I bought some clothes for her and spent a total of $150 but Josh is convinced I'm sugar coating it and that $300 would be a more honest estimate.  He kept telling me, "I'm not going to be mad.  You can tell me the truth." 

Josh has given me carte blanche on the baby's room.  My first idea was the Disneyland castle with an entourage of different characters as a wall mural.  Then I decided to do Peter Pan.  I even found this amazing Thomas Kinkade Disney fabric.  The walls will be blue and I have two ideas for the mural the Darling children with Peter and Tinkerbell flying over Neverland or flying over London with a J. M. Barrie quote from the book about flying to Neverland above it. 

Names, unfortunately, haven't been an easy task.  Josh doesn't like any of my names and has no suggestions of his own.  So we have a middle and last name.  Something Emy Rieske.  Until we decide I'm just calling her Little Baby Rieske and Josh calls her Baby.  Josh talks to her all the time and gives her kisses.  He talks in this high voice of his so the baby may be surprised to find that the deep voice and that high voice both belong to her Daddy.

We are getting ready to move in a few weeks so I have been packing boxes, sewing baby blankets (everyone is pregnant so they aren't all for us or I'd wait until we've moved), and getting ready for Disneyland in a few days.  I pack the boxes one on top of the other and fill the living room with stacks of labled boxes and then Josh takes the stacks of boxes from the living room and puts them in the guest room.  I won't actually be helping move anything from this house to the next just packing and unpacking boxes really.  Which makes me worry about things.  I may empty out my cedar chest to make it light enough I can move it, then no one will have to deal with the inevitable meltdown if anyone were to injure any of the four paintings on it.  I've wrapped it inside blankets and moved it in my backseat to insure it's safety every time I've moved.  It's a Kimberlee Falk  original I was given for graduation.  When Josh met her he said, "Oh, you painted the chest I'm not allowed to put anything but a blanket or pillow on."

Josh has gone camping twice this Spring already.  I was invited the last time but it was cold at home so I sewed a patchwork quilt while he was gone instead.

Well, hopefully I haven't bored you to death.  I'll try to post again after the Disneyland trip before we move.  I guess I could even post while everyone else moves.  Now I need to pack for Auntie Carolyn's first Disneyland trip!