3 months down

I decided for this pregnancy I am going to do a month to month recap/photo. Every week isn't going to happen, which brings me to the topic of second babies. We were just at my sister-in-laws house for her first born's 16th! She has some lovely photo books of him through the years. I asked her if she had done this for subsequent children and she laughed, nope!

So I am going to try to do sweet baby #2 justice but I am not promising anything.

12 week Ultra sound, all is good in my hood. Baby was moving and stretching a lot. The sound of that sweet heartbeat did a number on me just like it had with Mason.  For those Old Wives tale believers, baby's heartbeat was 158 and anything over 140 is believed to be a girl. No scientific evidence supporting this.

At 3 months, I feel:

• Elated to have another baby and every baby I see makes me more excited to do this again.
• A little guilty that my one-on-one with Mason will no longer be, its hard to imagine loving another baby as much as I do him.
• Fat but finally starting to look pregnant (which is a lot earlier this time!)
• Turned off by almost every food except eggs, toast, oatmeal, and grapefruit.
• I feel different than with Mason, with Mason I threw up a bit and the worst symptoms I had were carpel tunnel and swelling (which REALLY SUCKED). Those happened later in my pregnancy so we will see. With this baby I have a lot more of the common pregnancy symptoms. My boobs hurt, I am exhausted, sick to my stomach, and have frequent headaches. I feel best from 10-2 every day and when I am exercising. As I start the second tri I am hoping a lot of those will go away.

At 3 months Mason feels:

• Excited to have "his baby" who he refers to as "she" most of the time.
• Has named "his baby"; Ostrich Hawk, Allan, Baby T-rex, and Wolly. We are leaning towards Ostrich Hawk.
• He asks a lot of baby questions. We struggle to answer with truth without saying too much. One of those questions involved how long I would be at the hospital after the baby came out? We told him a couple of nights. Now he tells me "Mom my feelings are hurt because I will really miss you when you stay at the hospital overnight without me!"
• He is convinced I will feed the baby from my belly button and has tried more than once to get a swig for himself...awkward. Looks like I have some breastfeeding discussions in my near future!

                                  

At 3 months Matt feels:

• Like this isn't his first rodeo, so he knows how to just love me and let me be.
• Doesn't care if its a boy or girl but if he could choose he would like a girl.
• Likes having a designated driver on the rare occasion we go out.
• Won't rub my feet but gives one hell of a back massage.

Oh Baby!

We are pregnant! Or I am.

and I am already showing at 11+ weeks (sorry the photo quality on my iPhone stinks.)

and we really think this silly kid is going to be an awesome big brother.

My Due date is September 20th but because at this time, I am electing to do a scheduled C-section, we will have baby a week prior, at 39 weeks.

What does that mean? I will be a humungo pregnant lady in the heat of summer!!! Hello to sleeping naked, shaved ice, and constant bitching for my husband to endure :-)

We are so excited for another baby.

I don't care if its a boy or girl. I am going back and forth about finding out the sex but am leaning towards finding out.

I think its cool that both of my kids will have been born in a presidential election year and summer Olympics year.

I feel like I have had a hangover for over a month now. No, I am not drinking, its all these darn hormones!!!

BUT 

pregnancy this go around is so much easier because I know this season of my life will come to a close and with it the most wonderful blessing will arrive!

Homemade

Aren't homemade gifts the best, especially when they are food? Eggs fresh from the happiest chickens on earth, canned items;peaches, green beans, salsa and applesauce. And than there is the infused Vodka; Huckleberry and Crabapple...sounds bitter but trust me its lovely.

When I grow up I want to have my own farm where I can grow things. I will have my own chickens, pigs, and cows. I will name my Milk Cow Leche de Pepe and will milk her daily. Oh the things I will make when I grow up.

Snow days

It makes me laugh when I hear fellow Coloradans complain about the snow, its kind of part of the deal of living here.

We inherited a snow blower with the house, god bless it although I kind of like the "shoveling" workout!

We put them to work early in this house!

Snow makes me smile, and so does this CRAZY dog. 

Fisher loves his snow and we have received a nice piling of it this February

our Hunter dog still can't figure out why these balls disintegrate when he catches them.  As Mason often states "Hunter is a genius:-)"

Matt and I had conflicting visions for our snow creature. Matt is so bossy sometimes, WHATEVER Matt I still think my idea was better and now you will have to watch the 3rd Twilight movie with me, so Ha!

Update: Matt did watch the third Twilight Movie this weekend with me and managed to not throw up during the movie but did almost throw up last night during the news piece about communal breast milk.

But your penguin-alope is kind of cute, especially with you two handsome dudes standing next to it!

And of course one of the best parts of snow, is coming in to warm up, with a nice cup of hot coco and some finger painting.

1950's Retro, Pretty in Pink!!!

Have I mentioned our pink bathroom? House guest either love it or hate. Some beg me to keep the tile and original fixtures while others (like my husband) can not wait to take a sledge hammer to it.

I am on the fence about it....I like Retro but I also like contemporary.

Regardless we don't have 10g's just hanging out waiting to be spent on a bathroom so HGTV is our only hope. Come on Bath Crashers, hit up our local Lowes this weekend, I'll be waiting.

Mr. Bossy pants sweet face question asker!

Why does Santa have eight reindeer? Why do snakes live in the ground? Why do some have rattles? Why do you have to stop at red lights? Why does my teacher call me Mace? Why do I have to go to school? Why are some girls mean? Why do some restraunts not have quarters? And on and on.....

Lately my days are filled up with hoards of questions and sometimes I just don't have the answer!

And my three year old is a back seat driver! "Mom if you don't stop at the red light and go at the green the police officer will write you a ticket!" or "Mom honk your horn at that guy he is a bad driver" You get the gist. Its a constant reminder that Mommy monkey do baby monkey do...I know thats not the saying but that is the saying for my situation.

Other days go like this:
"MOM please give me some privacy I am writting an e-mail" or "DAD I told you to color with the red crayon now!!!" Or "Mom can you get me peanut butter sandwhich NOW!"

We of course love this behavior and encourage more of it!!!

But than there are a lot of  moments like these; "I am going to read Hunter a story because he feels icky, if he throws up I will clean it up, don't worry Mom!" and all the kisses, snuggles and compliments.

I guess its the full spectrum that makes him, him and for that I am forever thankful.

Heard this lovely little number a few weeks back and it was perfect for the right now of life. Its on my playlist too!

Mindy Gledhill

© 2010 Blue Morph Music (BMI)

Little boy, when you speak
I can't help but kiss your cheeks
I love the way you grab my hands
And tell me all about your plans
Rocket high, comets fly
You and I could take a ride
And fly away to Neverland
And give our best to Peter Pan
When you reach for the stars
Don't forget who you are
And please don't turn around and grow up way too fast
See the sand in my grasp
From the first to the last
Every grain becomes a memory of the past
Oh, life's an hourglass
Life's an hourglass
Stories read, prayer is said
Close your eyes sleepyhead
While angels linger in your dreams
And hold you in their feathered wings
Just like you, I was small
Not that long ago at all
I wish you all the happiness
That God gives freely if you ask

Live and let live

 Slow.Simple.Satisfying.

When there is TIME to just be in the moment and do the things on our "when we have time list"

Our January has given us that....live and let live.

 Mason and I finally made it to the Train Museum outside of Golden

If you live in the area I highly recommend it. Mason thought we were actually going on a train trip and packed his bag.

and everytime the train whistle would blow he would take off in a full sprint, worried we were going to miss the train.

I was sad to remind him over and over that these trains weren't moving. 

Playing pretend was second best. I said "lets pretend to be train engineers from one hundred years ago" and he said "yes, when dinosaurs were still here!" 

to which I said "next field trip needs to be the Dinosaur museum." 

Satisfying,making our own pizzas with olive smiley faces.

Satisfying when the renovations begin in your home because you know the end product will be worth it. 

Satisfying when the Broncos win their first playoff game. Slow, my learning curve for decorating cakes.

Simple. The love between a fury sibling and one with opposable thumbs.

Simple. When friends come for an easy Friday night dinner and bring their simply adorable one year old.

Or when we get to visit friends with new baby brothers (even though Mason got the flu 15 minutes before we arrived :-(

Satisfying. Celebrating 88 years of life with a wonderful man we get to call Grandpa.

Simple, Saturday nights spent with an Aunt and Uncle while we watched the Broncos getting their a$$ handed to them by the Patriots. Still love you Tebow!

Slow.Simple.Satisfying. January.

PS Thank you sweet friends and cousins for your comments. XOXO