Hi girl, gives love and hugs and kisses….

My girl, applies her own lipstick when I’m not looking, gives me attitude, and sassy face.

Here’s to hoping your day is imperfectly perfect.

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Whenever we go into the city now I protectively “hold” my belly and swat strangers from Sunny’s stroller. Don’t ask me what I think might happen….I suppose that that many people in our personal space at once just brings my protective instincts out. You would think we don’t live in the city, or that I somehow don’t work in the city, or my daughter doesn’t spend one to two days a week moving through the city. I act like I’m visiting from another country- only I don’t gawk at all of the tall buildings or order over priced drinks in Soho.

No. No. Instead we buy over priced cupcakes, prop our child up on a swanky store front window ( we asked security first), and then I stand on the sidewalk with both my arms outstretched against the people who walk by.  I bet my arms made it into at least 300 photos yesterday.

Matt wants me to point out that while it “looks like” he has a bald spot emerging, it’s “just the lighting.” Okay. Noted. Since we’re pointing out the obvious today I’d like to say that while I “look like” I’m 39 weeks pregnant I’m actually only 23. You’re right honey that does feel better.

When I see my Sunshine girl and her Daddy together it always makes me smile. They are so similar to one another, afraid of nothing and no one.  Matt thinks it’s great when she walks on the streets in the city, when she eats all of the frosting and none of the cake, and when she stands up on the subway. He thinks shes great, she thinks he’s perfect, this might be the best relationship I’ve ever witnessed.

In fact if we are getting ready to go anywhere she will say “You comin’ Daddy’?” And he’ll say “Yes.” And she says “I won’t leave you. I never leave you.”

That’s all I’ve ever wanted, my city girl for life. Should I be more specific? My NEW YORK city girl for life.”

I thought I was the only one who had memorized your sweet face. Your Uncle Chris proved me wrong, when he sent us this from work yesterday. He created it in a few minutes using his pen.  Your Uncle Chris is remarkable.

Thank you little brother, you immortalized our greatest creation.

Yesterday was the most beautiful day of the year, and my only morning off in two weeks. I stupidly thought that combination of these two facts would automatically make my Sunshine girl happy. Stupid Mommy.  I’ve been working so much lately and while it’s a blessing, it’s also very hard to leave my little girl day after day- so when there is some time to ourselves she mostly punishes me for having left her all of the days before. Case-In-Point.

And then this happened.

I reminded her that I let her wear her precious Croc shoes- she appreciated my reminder.

We finally puled it together and decided to play on the swings- but if you think she was giving up her new Hello Kitty purse you’re wrong.

People keep saying “Oh what a beautiful lunchbox.” To which my child responds “IT’S A PURSE!” Stupid people. It’s clearly a purse.

In Brooklyn we celebrate spring by welcoming back the street vendors who sell grilled corn with mayo and queso cheese sprinkled on top. My Spanish sort of…stinks…so Sunny’s corn was plain. But she loved it just the same. I somehow, gratefully, saved the day with Spanish corn.

We are up this morning at 5:00am and I was just informed there is no coffee. Baby #2 is kicking, Sunshine girl is begging for Barney, Matt just left, and I am typing to you. Coffee and you my little blog are my only friends this morning, and coffee just bailed. Stupid coffee.

Well, hi there!

Here we are at the half way point.

This baby has already elevated my happiness, and is sure to make our world a richer place. My wish, before conceiving this little person, was that I would experience the world  more fully. Though my Sunshine girl will always be my first born, this little person will be my second chance. I love second chances.

I laugh daily, hourly sometimes. Things that I never found amazing before are suddenly spectacular. My husband is funnier, my two year old is a master of silly jokes, and the world of politics is simply hilarious as I see it.

This baby moves and moves and moves. At our 20 week examine the technician told us that our baby was the busiest she’d seen all day. As a consequence we now are the proud owners of  8 photos where this kid looks like a flash of light rather than a baby. At one point it’s kidneys flip flopped from one side of my belly to the other. The technician, was however,  careful to tell us that in the end the baby cooperated fully- even if it’s little body couldn’t contain itself. We got our measurements, have a healthy child, and past every test. We are so blessed.

This pregnancy has gone by so fast already. I can not believe that 20 weeks from now this little person will be in my arms. Somehow yesterday’s exam made it all the more real. There is a baby, a life, a human who will be coming into our home and occupying my daughters crib. It suddenly occurred to me at 3 am that I have no nursery planned out, no new clothes to offer, and actually…no home either. Here’s what we do have- big open hearts,  a lot of love to give, and a temporary bassinet in case it’s big sister won’t give up her crib.

20 weeks and counting….