Tale As Old As Time

Every kid does it eventually... you all know what I'm talking about. The endless watching of a single movie, over and over and over. Up until today our movie was Monsters, Inc. We watched it at least once a day everyday for the last week. So today I decided we'd buy Beauty and the Beast when I found it at the local children's consignment shop. Bad move mom...

Beauty and the Beast is apparently our over and over and over movie. We've watched it two times since noon (plus took a nap and went out on a mom and Abby date). Basically every minute we've been in our house we've been watching Beauty and the Beast. And Abby is crying at this very minute for me to put it in again. Not happening.

Steve is in Dearborn tonight and all day tomorrow for a dental conference, so I'll be flying solo with Abby tonight. I'm hoping she cooperates well. This is really the first night I've been totally alone with her. All the other nights he's had conferences I've been downstate visiting family, so I've had some assistance. And to further complicate things around here my friends, the Braxton-Hicks contractions decided that yesterday and today would be a great time to start making their grand appearance, so I've had a few minutes during each day when it's all I can do to stand up, let alone chase Abby all by myself. She already tumbled down two steps trying to do a stompy dance and chase Maize. This could be a long 11 or so weeks until the c-section.

Oh... and tomorrow is Abby's first swim class in this sememster's "Aqua Tots". It should be fun. I loaned my maternity bathing suit to our friend Tara who is bringing one of Abby's best friends, Maddie. It was to the point where my belly was hanging out the bottom anyway, so I didn't see the difference between wearing a tank top over my maternity suit and wearing one over my regular bikini. So I may be representing the less classy (read white trash) version of the bathing suit tomorrow, but I promise that's not how we live on a regular basis now that we live in the U.P.