THANKFUL FOR: The flower selection in Swell Rio is hit or miss most weeks. When we first moved in, the local HEB was wooing me with its colorful bundles of fresh Tulips. I was quite pleased and thought, "I could get used to this!" Unfortunately, my habit was short-lived because I went almost THREE weeks without fresh blooms. Womp womp! No, I don't NEED Tulips or any kind of fresh flowers, but it's nice to have around. Who's with me?! While I "technically" had access to flowers, the options were scarce—Carnations or Daisies dipped and dyed in jewel tones and then sprinkled with silver glitter. Eww! Then, last Thursday, on a random trip to the grocery store, I spotted the most delightful Tulips ever. Okay, maybe I was just tired of the faux frilliness I witnessed in previous weeks, but I quickly snatched three dozen (one for each week I went without) and proceeded to prance around the store, waving like a beauty queen. I'm kidding about that last part... or am I?!
READING: A sweet friend recently gifted Bebe Fine with The Roald Dahl Treasury. It was totally unexpected, incredibly thoughtful—and yes, the gesture even made me cry. Since I first read The BFG in 4th grade, I knew Dahl would forever be my favorite author. The idea of sharing this swishwiffingingly scrumdiddlyumptious world with our little chiddler some day makes me want to celebrate with Frobscottle and Snozzcumbers.
FEELING: I can't wipe this grin off my face. I REALLY wish I could divulge the reason as to why I'm smiling from ear to ear, but I must wait for now. All I can say is that something really fabulous happened to someone who means the world to me, and as soon as I can dish the deetz, you can guarantee I'll be shouting this great news from the rooftops. Until then, I'm going to just sit here, soak up this feeling of absolute delight, and take random breaks throughout the day to celebrate with a happy dance. I sure hope this baby knows how to move like Elaine Benes because it's time to make way for The Little Kicks.
EATING & DRINKING: Every day I look forward to a few simple things: Club Crackers, cottage cheese, cherry tomatoes, and a tall glass of orange juice with lots of pulp. I obviously don't eat or drink them together, but I look forward to enjoying each of these items daily. In the past, my dad has asked if I have any cravings. Although none of these are terribly exciting, I think they qualify.
WATCHING: Oh Joy's new video series, "Dressing the Bump," couldn't have premiered at a better time. Hallelujah! For some reason or another, I'm seriously stumped when it comes to maternity style. While looking at the options available, I've realized that being preggers is a style all in itself. I'm honestly not sure if I'm down with it completely. I like my clothes to have structure (fitted) with clean lines. Loose and flowy aren't m' thing. Most maternity clothing seems to be knitted, which I understand—you want to feel comfortable. But if it's not knitwear, there's some sort of ugly ruching that goes on in the arm or torso region. I get what they're trying to do, but it's not very flattering. It just looks kind of hideous and matronly. Last week in San Antonio, I picked up a few dresses (several knit and one shirt dress—score!), and I'm doing my best to keep an open mind. Thankfully, Joy presented a few pieces (Sonnet James) that I found adorable and she seems to really emphasize color and accessories, which I can get down with.
LISTENING TO: I can't help but hum the tune Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, and I'll tell you why. Since we moved in, a family of birds has created a nest above our carport door. "It's the truth. It's actual. Everything is satisfactual." Flyboy thinks it's adorable because a big part of him wishes he was Dr. Dolittle. He has a soft spot for all animals, and I have a feeling we'd own an incubator if I allowed it. On Sunday, he took a picture of the nest with my phone and we counted FOUR eggs. FOUR blurry eggs!!! That's right, it looks as though FB is getting in touch with his paternal side. As a result, we can't use this particular door because a.) we might frighten the birds, b.) we'll stir up the gnats or flies who've also taken residence in the carport and buzz around the nest, or c.) we stand a serious chance of getting shat on whenever we enter or exit the house. In fact, as I type this post, I hear the little bird family singing—like Mr. Bluebird's on my shoulder. It would also feel like a wonderful day if I didn't have to take the long way to empty the trash, or The Rig wasn't constantly covered in bird droppings. My hope is that by singing this song, I accept the fact that these birds have complete control over our current living situation. "What a wonderful feeling. What a wonderful day!"
LOVING: When I saw these Mille Pom-Pom Baskets, I knew it was going to be a nursery MUST. However, the price tag and sold-out status left me feeling blue. About a week after my initial Pinterest discovery, I saw an adorable DIY inspired by the Eliza Gran bins on CAKIES. Yahoo! This is precisely the kind of low-maintenance craft I can handle. It's time to whip out the yarn and spray paint.