Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

My brain is a bit on the fritz, so I can't think of too many Not me's this time around...although, if I left the post up to my husband and children, I am SURE they would be able to give me an endless list. So, as a sorry attempt to do a not me! post, I will once again resort to the not me's! of my family:

It is not my Timmy that is so in love with the new shoes he bought 2 weeks ago and is taking care of them like they are his most treasured possession. He is not putting them back in the closet, after wearing them, as if he never wore them to begin with. Let me explain...you know how when you buy a pair of shoes from the store they come in a box, right? And inside of the shoes is usually some tissue and the little silica gel packets? Then, if they are nicer leather shoes, sometimes they will be in plastic wrapping so they don't scratch against each other, right? Well, that is what he goes through the trouble to do. He has been polishing them and everything. This is obviously a man that is not a good steward of his money...uh-uh, he totally does not take seriously what a blessing it is to have a new pair of shoes and honor God with them, by being a Godly example to me, the kids, and now all of you, of how to take care of the things God blesses us with. I am so not proud of that man!

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It was not my sweet 4 year old, Christian that said to me this morning, "Mom, let's go to the doctor so he can take out the baby and we can see how pretty it is." It is not making me even more excited about Isabella Grace's upcoming arrival because my little man has been asking all weekend when Isabella is going to come out of my tummy. Then to top it off, he did not bless my heart beyond words when he drew me the sweetest picture ever today:(The picture is of me, with little Isabella in my tummy, on the left..how do you like the hair? And of Christian next to me on the right. It is so awesome to see what is going on in that pretty little head of his. By the way, he wanted to make sure I understood he was wearing sunglasses in the picture.)

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My poor daughter is not starved for affection right now. Nope, I am a wonderful source of hugs, kisses, and cuddles for her. She did not barter with me yesterday for a hug:Karizma: "Mom, can I have a hug, please??!!"

Me: "Karizma, come on...you know how I get about that." (I know, i'm a peach, huh?)

Karizma: "But, Mom, come on..."

Me: "Fine. If you help Christian get dressed after his bath, I'll give you a hug."

Of course, Karizma would do this chore, even if she wasn't getting anything out of it, because she is that kind of sweet daughter. But, it was hilarious, ok...wrong, to be making this deal with her. She and Miguel know that when I am pregnant, I am not much for touch, so they like to tease me throughout the day asking for hugs and telling me all day long how much they love me. They get these grins on their faces and I act like a bratty kid and they seem to enjoy this nutty little game. However, for some reason, Karizma is the harder one to 'touch' these days. Could it be something as silly as the fact that I am pregnant with a girl? I totally would not use that as an excuse for not loving on my kids when they ask me to. Nope, that would make me look like a totally horrible mother. Oh, by the way, she did get her hug and it was sweet to see how much she relished in making me squirm, until I hugged her back so tight that she couldn't breathe. That'll show her to love me again!!

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Isabella Grace is not already the proud owner of the largest chest of drawers in our house...13 weeks early. Nope, it would be ridiculous to give a child that hasn't even been birthed yet, the most space for clothing. And to top it off, I did not clear the entire bottom part of my armoire for other things she would need like blankets, sheets, etc. No way would I go to that extreme, because we have absolutely no storage to begin with up on our mountain! And I did not go through the huge bags of clothing that were so generously given to our little cupcake to come in June, wash them and separate them into piles according to size and type of clothing...yes, 13 weeks early. It wasn't me that went the next step and folded them and put them into the chest of drawers that is now hers, and then made everyone come and look at all the cute clothes folded and put away. It wasn't Timmy that said, "Wow, now that's a color I haven't seen before." (Talking about all the pink in the drawers.)

Since Tim pointed out that I was nesting already, it was not me that would make my family nest with me giving them each chores to do around the house, like cleaning out the cabinets in the kitchen and the laundry room. I wouldn't take their leisure time on Sunday away so they could fulfill my dream to have everything ready. It was not me that thought long and hard last night, after putting all the little clothes away, that I NEEDED to go and buy the baby's bassinet NOW, to really be ready. Even though I have gone LATE with each pregnancy. I am just getting excited about my Bella. I watched a movie the other night that had a newborn baby girl in it that lit a fire under me, I suppose.

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Lastly, I guess there was a not me about me. It was not me craving bologna last night and asked Tim to make me a 'bologna special'. He did not know what this was because Karizma makes me these. He did not consider waking her up, at 11:30pm to get the recipe, but decided against it. He did not end up making me his own version of the 'bologna special'. (fried bologna, slice of melted sandwich cheese on a tortilla) that knocked my slippers off! It was not one of the most delicious midnight snacks I have ever tasted. I was not super bummed when I finished it and wished for another. He did not read my mind, like the sweet husband he is, get out of bed, and proceed to make me another one, just a few minutes before midnight. I did not get some crazy heartburn afterwards...but, didn't mind, because I could still taste the 'bologna special' in my mind.

What have you NOT been up to this week?