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She’s having a baby!

Okay, so yeah…I mentioned it already but really! My sister is having a baby boy and we are all so excited!!!!

My parents, her in-laws, and sister-in-law pitched in and threw her a fantastic beach themed baby shower. I will unashamedly admit that my mother was the mastermind behind the theme and all that went into the decor. The rest of us were minions doing her creative bidding. My sister and brother-in-law love the beach. It was a couples shower which means you walked in and saw beach balls, balloons, men, women….and beer, wine, and some stronger alcoholic beverages which resulted from an impromptu liquor run that was supposed to be a water bottle run. But that is all I am going to say on that topic.

My little nephew got so many amazing things from so many amazing friends and family. This here is one of my brother-in-law’s personal favorite new baby items…

Second only to this previously untold truth…

Yes, sir – with these two items alone my little nephew has everything he needs to be welcomed into this bright, new world.

Recognizing Love

I am not sure how to title this post but I am definitely sure that I want to share this. 

As a parent, my highest priority is keeping my child safe, healthy, and aware of how much she is loved. These are things that I am OK with her taking for granted for now because I don’t want her to realize yet how different things are in other houses for other little children around the world.

The other night we were doing our usual which consists of hanging out watching some random cartoon after her bath and before her bedtime. Sometimes we do this on the couch in the living room. This time we were propped up smack in the middle of my king sized bed watching The Wonder Pets. Its a favorite time of day for me hanging out with my pajama-clad cutie, smelling like Johnson and Johnson Baby Shampoo. Like I sometimes do, I snuggled Sophia into me, right in between between my right arm and the right side of my body. I gave her a squeeze and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. In response, she said to me , “I love you, too, Mommy.”

:::::sigh:::::

That little girl can melt my heart faster than anything else on this earth. I never said a word. I did not tell her I loved her. She just knew by my actions that I loved her. That she recognized this blew me away.

It is my greatest wish that she always remember how much I love her. She is close to three years old now…but she will be 13 and horomonal one day! I need to save this blog for when she thinks I am trying to ruin her life just by breathing the same air she does.

A loooong update

An update is more than three months overdue. I have probably lost any regular readers I had because of the lack of activity on this blog. Lets see if I can revive it over the next few weeks and get back into the swing of things.

Life, as always, has been nuts. Work seems to be the same for everyone across the country. Either you are out of work altogether or you are, like me, overworked and underpaid which I suppose is better than the alternative. Blogging has been the least of my worries which is actually reall sad to me because I do enjoy writing and getting my thoughts out there even if there is no one out there reading them. Its quite theraputic.

On to the updates!

Let’s start with Sophia…

Sophia is going to be three years old in just under 2 months. Can you believe it? She is an awesome kid. Doing well at daycare/pre-school and so bright. She is truly the sunshine on any cloudy day. A clown and a cuddler all rolled into one pretty little girl.

We recently moved all of her “baby” furniture out of her room and into what will be her sister’s bedroom. Sophia has taken to her “big girl” room like she has taken to nothing before. She moved from a toddler bed to a twin sized bed. Her changing table dresser was replaced with a dresser and mirror. As she is still Dora the Explorer’s #1 fan…the room was done up, top to bottom, in Dora gear. She never wants to leave her room anymore which is the highest compliment we can get after all the love and thought and money that went into making her room what it is today.

I will be honest, she adapts well to change. Always has. Much better than either her mother or father! I am looking forward to seeing if this personality trait holds up with the arrival of her baby sister in a few weeks! I will be sure to let you know.

Next update, The Pregnancy:

Or should I say, Pregnancies! Yes, PLURAL!

Its been so long that I have added an update that I don’t think I was able to share the amazing news that not only was I pregnant…but so was my sister. We started our pregnancies due just one day apart. Is that amazing or what? As many of you know, though I did not share too many details on this blog, we lost my sister’s daughter Ava in April of last year at 27 weeks. Words cannot describe how difficult this has been, and probably always will be, on our family but especially on my sister and my brother-in-law. So for us to get pregnant at the same time was, to me, a gift from God.

In April, with donations from many of you, we successfully and proudly completed the March of Dimes in Honor of Ava Victoria. I have walked the March of Dimes before but when you do so for a cause that hits so close to home its a different experience. You notice the shirts. You realize what they really mean. I fully expect our family to continue this tradition for many years to come.

 

My sister and I were barely 4 months pregnant during the March and now are almost 8 months pregnant.

The photo above shows us at 30 weeks along. My sister’s blue shirt denotes the little baby boy rolling around in her belly. My pink shirt indicates that I have another little girl rolling around in mine. Planning for these babies is, seriously, like planning for twins. I don’t know of many sisters who have had the joy of sharing the pregnancy experience as closely as we have been able to. I cannot wait to be able to hold both of these little ones in my arms and am already planning for way too many corny photo shoots. Our mother, on the other hand, is thinking of investing in a helicopter. You see, we are giving birth in two different hospitals, approximately two hours away from each other. September is going to be a very interesting month.

I think I have updated you on all the major points. Its tough to sum up almost 4 months in one blog post but I will promise not to be a stranger and I am sure, now that I am back in the groove, I will have a few more updates over the next few days.

Thanks for making it this far.

Those are Sophie’s words, not mine, and she is sticking to it.

We are DONE with diapers. A couple of weeks ago, before Easter weekend, Sophie’s teacher told me to bring plenty of clothes and Sophie in panties on Monday. I have to admit – I did not think Sophie was ready. I had tried a few times at home (and blogged about it) and had no success. To the point that Sophie regressed. Enclosed in those two sentences are some of my most frustrating moments as a parent. It wasn’t pretty. I decided to wait until Sophie gave me the indication that she was ready and apparently, her teacher thought we were there.

I swallowed my doubt and took the, “if you say so” approach. My initial plan of action was to do only what she said – bring Sophie in panties on Monday. Not work with her myself beforehand. But then I started feeling guilty. Did I want to be that mom? If the teacher can do it, so can I. More importantly, if the teacher says Sophie can do it – why should I doubt that Sophie can?

So we did it.

Saturday morning I put Sophie in panties…and she has been in panties ever since. I am still kind of in shock about it and so proud I can barely stand myself. It’s amazing to me that she can go from one extreme to the next without any kind of warning. Well, if she gave a warning, I missed the signs.

I have to admit that, at least initially, I was not so brave to try at night – all night – even though Sophie stayed dry through her nap times. I like to sleep. My weekends are my only time to really sleep. The problem was that Sophie refused to put on a pull-up before bedtime and stated to me, “Diapers are for babies, panties are for big girls.”  Who was I to fight her?  So she went to bed in panties…and about an hour after she fell asleep I snuck in and strapped a pull up over her panties. I felt so guilty about this, too, especially when she would wake up dry the next morning! But I sucked up that guilt and snuck in every night for 6 nights. On the 7th night I let her go pull-up free…and we have only had 2 nighttime accidents since.

Its been two weeks. After the first two days basically accident free, we have had a few accidents here and there. Some at daycare, a few at home, and a couple at night. And that is OKAY! Its normal. It does not frustrate me, it does not stress me out because I know my child is trying and wants to be in panties. I am doing laundry a little more often than I was 2 weeks ago but am ultimately thrilled about it. Talk about a bizarre realization.

There is nothing cuter than my Pookie’s little tush in a pair of Dora the Explorer panties.

We are officially a diaper-free household! Well, once I can figure out who to give all of our left over pull-ups to!

Little Bunny Foo Foo

Ever heard of him?

I hadn’t. Until a couple of weeks ago when my child came home singing about a bunny and saying, “I don’t like your attitude”. That phrase coming out of my 2 year old’s mouth cracked me up…and simultaneously made me scratch my head.

“Sophie, who says, ‘I don’t like your attitude?'”

Sophie replies, “Ms. Mary.”

Click! goes the lightbulb over Mommy’s head. Ms. Mary is the reading teacher at Sophie’s daycare. This is what happens when your child is in daycare or pre-school all day long and out of your supervision. They learn things you have not taught them – and in turn they begin to teach you.

Over the last few weeks, I kept forgetting to ask Ms. Mary about this story when I saw her at the daycare and in the meantime I have been getting more and more curious about Little Bunny Foo Foo and his attitude. New characters have been introduced in Sophie’s sing-song voice. Field Mice, Tigers, and a Good Fairy. Also….Sophie has been calling me a Goonie. A goonie? She always says this with a goofy smile on her face that clues me in that she is being silly – and she knows it.

But still. What the heck? A goonie??

Yesterday I got the gist from Ms. Mary in between Ms. Mary’s laughter at my description. This is a regular story/nursery rhyme that they have been reading to (and with) the children in honor of Spring.

Today I looked it up…

Little Bunny Foo Foo is not a very nice Bunny and he DOES have a bad attitude! This is not quite the version Ms. Mary told me about. Its missing tigers and goblins…and goonie is now a goon. But I think its close enough.

Little bunny foo-foo, (hold up two fingers)
hopping through the forest (bounce your hand up and down)
Scooping up the field mice, (make a scooping motion with hand)
and bopping them on the head. (slap top of fist with palm)

(Spoken)
Then down came the Good Fairy, and she said:
Little Bunny Foo-Foo, (wag forefinger – “no-no”)
I don’t wanna see you (wag forefinger – “no-no”)
Scooping up the field mice, (scooping motion with hand)
and bopping them on the head. (slap top of fist with palm)
(spoken)
I’ll give you 3 chances,
and if you don’t behave,
I’ll turn you into a Goon!

Little bunny foo-foo,
hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.

(Spoken)
Then down came the Good Fairy, and she said:
Little Bunny Foo-Foo,
I don’t wanna see you
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.
(spoken)
I’ll give you 2 chances,
and if you don’t behave,
I’ll turn you into a Goon!

Little bunny foo-foo,
hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.

(Spoken)
Then down came the Good Fairy, and she said:
Little Bunny Foo-Foo,
I don’t wanna see you
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.
(spoken)
I’ll give you 1 more chance,
and if you don’t behave,
I’ll turn you into a Goon!

Little bunny foo-foo,
hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.

(Spoken)
Then down came the Good Fairy, and she said:
Little Bunny Foo-Foo,
I don’t wanna see you
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.

POOF! You’re a goon!

(Spoken)
And the moral of the story is:
Hare today, goon tomorrow!

How I rate…

Shortly after Sophia was born…and I say shortly because I cannot remember quite how long it had been…my husband and I were laying around and talking about love. How we love each other, how we love Sophie, and how interesting it is that you can love something so much and love something just as much but in such a different way. I have been thinking about this a lot lately because soon we will have another child to love and everyone tells me the same thing – the amount of love is the same but the love is still different.

Sitting here now, thinking back on that day and our deep discussion, I cannot help but smile. My husband, in his infinite wisdom, was attempting to describe to me the difference between me and Sophie. If you know my husband then you know that it usually comes down to food…and this time was not different. I think I heard the little lightbulb spark over his head before he said, “Babe, you are like Filet Mignon. But Sophie…Sophie is Filet Mignon wrapped in bacon.”

And there you have it. How I rate.

15 Week Update

I am 15 weeks today. I woke up this morning on my back and felt the baby curled up into a hard lump on the right side of my belly. I love when I can feel where the baby is…it makes it all so real and exciting. I am not feeling kicks yet but the flutters and slight pressure is there. I am excited for those kicks to start. I am in full blown maternity clothes and went shopping quite a bit between this weekend and yesterday for work clothes. Its pretty obvious that I am pregnant now so coworkers are asking me left and right without any fear that I will get offended because they are implying I am fat. Hah! Lucky for them. The bump is obvious.

According to my updates, the baby’s ears are starting to work  so he/she should be able to hear me when I speak or sing in the shower. According to www.babycenter.com its about 4 ounces and the size of an apple. However, at my last ultrasound the little booger was measuring a week and one day bigger…so who knows if that applies to us or not. This child seems to be growing to a tune only it can hear.

In super exciting news, we may be able to find out the sex next week. I am officially scheduled for my big u/s on April 22nd but since I am going in on the 8th for bloodwork the tech told me to flag her down and see if we can get a peek at the goods. I hope that works out. I am so dying to know if I am right….or if Sophie is right.🙂