I guess I should just accept the fact that I will only get
one blog written per week until I get my spunk back. I am going tomorrow to get my iron levels
checked because based on what I googled I think mine are low. But then again googling can make you think a
lot of bad things that aren't so.
This little monkey loves to stay right in my business ALL
day, every day. Whatever I do, he
does. That’s just the way it is. So when I put on makeup he wants a turn too!
Last weekend we made an impromptu trip to a birthday
party. It was more like a parent party
and bring your kids. We didn't mind. My boys had a large time, and Ford
got to practice holding a baby before “Three-Sally-Cake” gets here. The little girl next to Ford was celebrating her birthday. I later caught them holding hands on the couch. And so it begins....
Bitty is all about the potty these days. He really enjoys unrolling the toilet paper
and flushing. He isn't so much into “using”
the potty as he is playing on it. In
order to fully make the experience memorable, he must be completely naked. Must be a man thing… I prefer clothes!
This little mess is growing up too fast. He is constantly amazes me with his thought
process and new ideas. He still wants to
be a lifeguard, but he did throw in dentist this week. I think it’s because we had to stop by and
get a sore spot in his mouth examined. He starts soccer soon…. Pictures to come.
Ohhhhh the cuteness before school this mooring. Both were okay with going because they were
armed with iced sugar cookies to share with their friends. John Brantley was especially excited about
the cookies, but NOT the sharing part.
What do you do when it’s above 90 degrees outside??? We play in the water.
John Brantley is still not talking like most two year olds,
(I’m guessing) but he makes his point on everything loud and clear. He and I were headed in Wal-Mart the other
day and this hippie looking guy was walking out. He had a long beard and long hair. Bitty starts screaming and pointing at the
man saying, “BIG!!!! MEAN!!!!” I nearly died. I mean I know all kids must embarrass you at
some point, but I could get put in a bad situation over something like
this. I kind of leaned down in his face
and reminded him “We DON’T say stuff like that” and I gave him the evil mother
eye.
The other night I got up for one of my 2-3 bathroom trips a night
a 3:33 AM. I got back in bed and at 3:36
AM I hear “Momma” right next to my ear.
I look down and it’s John Brantley.
I kind of freaked out because he still sleeps in a baby bed and how in
the WORLD did he get out??? The next morning
I made him show me what he did. He threw
one leg over the side and then fell down to the floor. He could easily break an arm or leg doing
that so I told him NOT to do it again.
We shall see if he minds. I was
impressed he would walk through the dark house at night and me not hear
him. He even said, “truck… kick”. I knew
what that meant. He had kicked one of
the trucks he left in the living room on his journey to find me.
My kids get emotional when they get tired and John Brantley
has started crying to go back to our old house when he gets sleepy. It’s really quite comical. He says, “Home… old”. We have been renting a house while we build
for 4 months now, but we all miss our home.
I guess when you know you aren't going to be somewhere permanently it’s
hard to get really settled. Even at age
two it’s hard to adjust for a little guy.
Pregnancy Update:
Well this is my 14th week of pregnancy and my
goal was NOT to submit to maternity clothes until week 14. Fortunately, and unfortunately, I can still
wear some of my “normal clothes”, but 90% of my maternity stuff is winter. I might be getting creative, or you might be
seeing me in the same thing a lot.
Either way… you've been notified.
The good news is: I have made it to the second
trimester. The bad news is: I still
don’t feel as lovely as I thought I would or should. But the baby AKA Three, Sally, and Cake is
now the size of a lemon. Unfortunately,
my stomach is more in the melon shaped family and not a petite little
lemon. I guess when you’re on pregnancy #3
(really 4 for me) the old body knows how to get things done quickly.
The nausea isn't as bad as it once was, thank goodness… but
it’s not completely gone either.
Exhaustion and headaches are now my new things which I don’t care for
either one of them! I haven’t felt her
move yet, but I know she feels when John Brantley sits on my stomach and says,
“Hey Cake or Babeeee” to my stomach.
It’s really quite cute and funny.
I can still sleep on my stomach which I find to be
remarkable at the point, even though I’m not a stomach sleeper. And my good old faithful friend from John
Brantley’s pregnancy is back: the hernia.
They never go away, but I honestly wasn't aware I even had one after he
was born. Ohhhh but I am now. It’s just an annoying/numbing pain that I
feel often during the day.
You know I'm pregnant when.... you can find Totino's in my frig!!!
The house building is coming at a sometimes frustratingly slow
pace. Our builders are fabulous. They are always available and help immediately. It’s the other guys that seem to make my
patience wear thin. I like for people to
follow through with their word and be there when they say they will be there
and be on time. I guess that’s just part
of this process. Everyone can’t be
everywhere they are needed at once so someone has to wait.
Here’s the house today….
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