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!!!!
