Cotton Fields

I fee l like I have been so busy lately.  I honestly could sleep for the next 3 days and I would still be tired.  But I justify all this going and doing because in a few months I will be home-bound with Cake.  So until then I will just go to bed at 8:30 PM to make up for the severe exhaustion.

I found a pretty good cotton field a few weeks ago and decided to take the boys there for a little photo shoot.  I was really excited about this adventure, but why?  They were more interested in picking the cotton, playing in the mud, and acting goofy.  Getting quality pictures are few and far between.

Let’s update on Bitty.  I promise God put this child in my life to keep me on my toes.  You NEVER know what he will do or say next.  He’s funny and challenging all at the same time.  I feel like I am constantly spanking him for acting terrible and then kissing and loving on him the next second.

He has started talking so much more.  I joked around saying he is like a person who speaks another language and is trying to learn English.  For example:  If he were meaning, “I don’t want that” he might say, “Me not want that”.  He often says mine or mines instead of my.  Example:  “I want to ride mine bike.”

He refers to me as “Ford’s momma” a lot and calls his daddy, "Trey".  Except he says Ford funny… he can’t pronounce his “R’s” too good just yet.    He calls fish- “sish” and Capri Sun drinks- “Cree Cree”.  

He isn’t showing a great interest in potty training.  I guess I need to be patient, he isn’t even 2 ½ yet.   The child LOVES a truck, trailer, 4-wheeler, tractors, and camouflage.  He is constantly looking out the window when we drive for things he needs to show me.  He calls a trailer a “tray tray”, a 4-wheeler a “four four”, a tractor a- “trap trap” and he calls camouflage- “flaugie”.

He loves to snuggle and give kisses.  Yes, we still rock or lie down together at bed time.  I’m the only sucker that will fall for it.  He doesn't require this of anyone but me.  If Trey or I go anywhere and return he says, “Miss you momma” or “Miss you Daddy”.  He is much more headstrong than Ford was or is.  No amount of punishment can break him if he’s got his mind made up.  Let’s just say he has gone to bed hungry more than once because he was convinced he didn't like supper before he even tasted it!

And then there’s Ford.  He is a much easier child, but has his challenging moments too.  I can reason with him a lot easier, and he’s scared of a punishment.  He desperately wants to sit in a booster seat in my car.  I read somewhere that to sit in a booster you need to weigh 40 pounds.  Well, he doesn't weigh 40 yet so he’s sad.  The other day he weighed 39.  He ate a slice a piece and immediately went for the big weigh in again.  He was disappointed to still weigh 39 and not 40 pounds!

He’s growing up and the last few months have really made this apparent to me.  His love for new things is coming out…new bigger boy things.  Like Ninja Turtles.  I let him watch the show the other day and overhead one of the turtles say, “Let’s go kick their butts”.  Ford sure was sad when I put a screeching halt to his turtle watching.  I told him he could watch it when he’s older.  They do a lot of fighting on there and I’m not ready for such wildness in my house.  Ford is my sensitive and emotional child.  I want to maintain his innocence as long as possible.

He’s a definite momma’s boy and homebody.  He wants to be where I am at all times.  This is sweet, but causes problems on occasion and separation anxiety every now and then. 

He has such an imagination and I love to hear him talking to his toys or building things.

Ford wants to be something different about every day.  He will ask about different professions and then want to know how long you have to go to school to do that.  He’s a smart one.  I guess he got it from his Daddy.  His first 9 weeks report card was great.  I made him some flashcards and we practice reading our sight words several times a week.  He’s already doing math that is more towards on a first grade level.  I want to make sure he never struggles in school!!

It makes my heart happy when I see my boys playing peacefully together.  Don’t get me wrong, this doesn't always happen.  Ford is very particular about his things and wants them just so.  Bitty is more of the destroyer and as soon as Ford tells him “No” he will mess things up.  I've tried to explain to Ford that he just needs to show John Brantley how to play Legos and he will be sweet.  Some days they are cordial and others it’s brutal.  

I do know these two boys are super excited about being big brothers in February.  It’s going to rock both of their worlds, but Bitty’s A LOT more!

Pregnancy Update:

I am 24 weeks pregnant which to all you old timers would be 6 months.  The whole being pregnant 9 months thing isn't true because it’s 40 weeks.  However all that works!!  Therefore, I've got about 3.5 months to go… depending on when she makes her grand debut.

I went to the doctor this week and I have gained 14 pounds.  I’m not really sure how I feel about that.  I told my doctor that my goal was NOT to gain 40 pounds again like I did with John Brantley.  She laughed and said, "That’s not my goal for you either."

Baby girl was measuring a few days ahead of schedule and weighing 1.6 pounds.  The ultra sound tech said the baby was in a great position to take ultra sound pictures.  

The cord is wrapped around her neck once.  You can see that in the picture.  I didn't freak out though.  I set a hospital record back in 1982… it was wrapped around my neck 5 times and I was 19 days late.  And my mom still loves me!!!

Even though it appears like she has hair, she doesn’t yet.  Those are shadows.  I do hope this child will come out with a head full of hair like her brothers so I can put bows in there!!!  I told Trey by week 30 she must have a name.

Getting dressed is never a fun task.  I have decided that maternity jeans are the most uncomfortable thing on the planet, and I rarely wear them.  I honestly prefer my sweat pants and an XL sized t-shirt.  But really, that’s my ideal get-up when not pregnant.

If you missed my blog post titled “The Beast” you really need to click here and go back and read it!  It was some of my better work and quite comical if I don’t say so myself!

We sold our house and moved into a rental house about 6.5 months ago.  I left a large portion of our stuff packed up in boxes.  It has come to the point where I can’t stand it anymore.  It recently dawned on me that “Elfie”, our Elf on the Shelf, is MIA and I can’t find a bag of shoes.  They are not my shoes that are missing, but some that Ford wore when he was Bitty’s size.  It makes me sick.  I have searched for the blasted shoes and can’t find them.  I guess they will surface when he’s outgrown them.  We hope to move into our new house in January.  Fingers crossed!!!!