I kind of feel like part of the cow/bunny/squirrel/pony community with spring approaching and I’m going to be giving birth when all of the new life is bursting forth. I envision all of the cute furry animals with their cute animal babies and then there I am too- with my cute furry boy baby. Too much time on my hands? Yeah, maybe.
My handsome boy turned 5 a few weeks back. Just a few days after Noe’s birthday. We had planned them separate parties, but they both came down with fevers, so I made a cake and let them blow out the candles and called it a day. They were happy. I was happy and the clean up was slim to none.
He will be starting kindergarten in the fall. He is very into kung foo and slowly getting over Thomas- which makes me a little sad. I love Thomas. Maybe a little too much. But I’m picky about my Thomas. I only like the ones in which George Carlin narrates. All the others are impostors.
He has a great imagination and is rarely here on earth. He doesn’t know limits yet and doesn’t care about who’s watching him or any of that sort of stuff. He’s totally uninhibited. I adore that about him. It makes for hilarious situations and he’s always great for a laugh- or a boob squeeze, which is his new thing. Squeezing my boobs. Not so cute, but it’s just an example of him doing whatever he’s thinking about at the second.
If I ask him to do something for me, he either jumps to it or tries to explain that “boys don’t do that.” Like clean up the toys- “boys don’t do that.” Eat your mashed potatoes- “boys don’t like mashed potatoes.”
He’s very excited about having a brother. I’m excited for him to have a brother. Happy Birthday to my handsome, beautiful, super fun, son. xoxo.
Two of the kids had birthdays last month and I meant to do a little post for them, but, life happens and well, I lost track of time.
Noelle turned 2. The way people always talk about how different each child is and all that stuff is so true. Not only gender wise but just in every way. All 3 of my girls are different and the same and it’s just wonderful and fascinating to me to see the different ways they handle things. Noelle is very much the baby girl. She is picked up whenever she wants and catered to and treated like a baby doll. She is rotten and hits her brother and pretends like she falls asleep whenever we take her out of the bath to lay her on the bed to be dressed.
The last 2 years have flown by- faster and faster they come. I used to have the kids potty trained by 2 and bottles taken away by a certain time and so on, but all of that hasn’t seemed as urgent with her.
It seems more important for her to play in puddles and taste strawberry icecream and go naked for as long as she can.
She still has dimples instead of knuckles and yeah, she hits the bottle when she goes to bed. I’m curious how she is going to take having a new baby in the house in just a few short weeks.
I hope well. She’s taken a bigger interest in baby dolls and putting diapers on them, so that’s a positive sign.
She’s amazing and I am always blown away at how in the world I am a mother to all these awesome kids. Kids weren’t in my 20 year plan, but how funny that they are my entire life! Happy Birthday to my baby. xoxo, AmyQ
We are gearing up for busy weekends for the next 2 months. I’m sure I will begin to complain within the next 3 weeks, but right now, I’m excited! Madeline made the JV team for her school and we couldn’t be prouder. She’s also playing “rec” ball so she’ll be very busy getting her softball game “on”. Here’s a few pics from our Sunday. I hope your’s was lazy and relaxing and sweet.
My beautiful and talented friend Cayce made this jacket for her. It’s so so sweet.
xoxo, AmyQ
I’m embracing slow days. I’m listening to that voice in my head that says, “Sit down. Take a nap. Order pizza.” And the guilt isn’t as bad as it has been:) I know that this is my last pregnancy and I’m going to relish in the food and just try to enjoy these last few weeks. There really isn’t a whole lot to enjoy when you are 50lbs heavier than normal and your butt hurts and nothing in your closet fits, but there are little things. My hormones have me feeling warm and fuzzy and lovey dovey and that’s a nice change from freezing feet, rushed schedules and wanting to kill the kids when they whine. I’m going to make some Pasta Carbonara this week only because I hear it’s mad fattening and I’m trying to squeeze all that stuff in before the baby gets here. We get the kids signed up for ball this weekend and for the first time they will all 3 be on different teams….. not sure how fun that’s going to be, but I love watching my kids play ball. I cheer and make a fool of myself and I throw my hands up when my oldest does something wrong- she just rolls her eyes. It’s fun. Dill pickles and crappy hamburgers mixed with soda and dodging ant beds- I’m looking forward to it.
I can’t find all the pieces to my tripod (thank you, son), so I snapped this pic with the camera balanced on a chair and a drill case. It was for a project for church and I really should get a few more shots of me while I’m still pregnant….without the top of my head chopped off:) But the timer on my camera only snaps one shot at a time and getting up and down and up and down gets old after 4 shots. I’m sure there are clever ways to fire my camera, but I’m too lazy to look them up. Ok. I’m headed to sit and take a nap and order pizza. I promise I will find my blogging rhythm in the next few months.
…slay me…. amongst pretty much everything else about this little peanut.
by Amy
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