Mmmm, Ice cream sandwiches...
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Random Phone Pictures
Friday, September 20, 2013
Emma and Fox
I've got to get a few of these thoughts and stories down before I forget them.
Emma (the other night at dinner)-"Why do they have kitty (kiddie) pools? Cats don't even like water."
Best part of this story is that I took the time to explain to her that it was kiDDie pools and not kiTTy pools, to which she replied, "um, no." and didn't believe me.
This next one may be one of my all-time favorites of Fox's quotes. Which, if you know the kid, is saying quite a bit. It was just so inappropriate, yet innocent, I still laugh whenever I think about it.
A few days ago after I sent the kids off to school I went and laid back down in bed to cuddle up next to Tony until he got up and headed to school. Fox came in, to see what was going on, and noticed that I didn't have any blankets on.
Fox- "Mom, you don't have any blankets on! Don't worry, I will keep you warm."
He then proceeded to, very carefully, crawl over me, and was very mindful not to climb on top of giant baby belly. He then laid his head gingerly on my shoulder and said, "There. Now you are warm."
I smiled and thanked him as he curled up next to me and had a sweet, little, content smile on his face. Just has I was thinking to myself, 'I have the most adorable, thoughtful, little boy,' when he looked up at me and sweetly/innocently said, "Yeah, but Mom, you're kind of stink-kay!" He said it sweetly/innocently until he hit the word "stink-kay!" Then he just blurted that out without holding anything back.
Tony and I both burst out laughing. My stomach hurt from laughing so hard...and then I went and took a shower. The End.
Emma (the other night at dinner)-"Why do they have kitty (kiddie) pools? Cats don't even like water."
Best part of this story is that I took the time to explain to her that it was kiDDie pools and not kiTTy pools, to which she replied, "um, no." and didn't believe me.
This next one may be one of my all-time favorites of Fox's quotes. Which, if you know the kid, is saying quite a bit. It was just so inappropriate, yet innocent, I still laugh whenever I think about it.
A few days ago after I sent the kids off to school I went and laid back down in bed to cuddle up next to Tony until he got up and headed to school. Fox came in, to see what was going on, and noticed that I didn't have any blankets on.
Fox- "Mom, you don't have any blankets on! Don't worry, I will keep you warm."
He then proceeded to, very carefully, crawl over me, and was very mindful not to climb on top of giant baby belly. He then laid his head gingerly on my shoulder and said, "There. Now you are warm."
I smiled and thanked him as he curled up next to me and had a sweet, little, content smile on his face. Just has I was thinking to myself, 'I have the most adorable, thoughtful, little boy,' when he looked up at me and sweetly/innocently said, "Yeah, but Mom, you're kind of stink-kay!" He said it sweetly/innocently until he hit the word "stink-kay!" Then he just blurted that out without holding anything back.
Tony and I both burst out laughing. My stomach hurt from laughing so hard...and then I went and took a shower. The End.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Beware: Sleep deprived post
Its 5:30 in the morning, and between the baby having hiccups, my stomach feeling like its trying to eat itself, and my brains inability to shut up I've been awake the last couple of hours. Which is not such a good thing. It means that sometime to today I'm going to crash (even worse than I usually do) and totally be out of it. This baby is taking his toll on me. I'm tired a lot. But at least I'm not sick any more, right?
But don't worry, I'm now up, writing my sleep deprived, mindless thoughts on my blog, and have eaten a pb&j sandwich. So I'm good. The baby seems to have settled down-no more hiccups-now if only my brain would turn off. Or at least try to make some sort of sense.
I went to my doctor/midwife appointment yesterday. I was nervous about going because the appointment before hadn't gone so well. Between gaining 6 pounds in 2 weeks (yay, go me?), and measuring 6 weeks bigger than I should have (I measured 38 weeks at week 32), I was terrified of what this doctors appointment would bring.
They scheduled yet another ultrasound for yesterday to see exactly what was going on. Three with one baby...I had one ultrasound with Liam...that's it. So three with one baby is still a little crazy for me. I went in sure that they were going to tell me that at 34 weeks I have a eight pound baby. Actually, it wasn't that far off. No, he's already 6 pounds 4 ounces, "give or take a pound." (Meaning he could be 5 pounds...or he could be 7). I still have 6 weeks to go. And I'm at the point where they gain a ton. He's going to be a gianormous baby. But he's healthy as can be.
The adorable, grandma-aged, ultrasound lady kept saying "Oh, Kira, he's just so content." I couldn't figure out what in the world she was talking about, because that little squirming kid would not hold still and was doing some type of acrobatics in my stomach while she was doing the ultra sound. Finally she explained to me why she thought he was so content. She pulled up a picture of his stomach and said, "See the lining/skin around his stomach?" I did. It looked like a whiter oval than the rest of the picture. "Well," she continued, "usually that is as thick as a pencil mark..." My baby's stomach "skin" was the size of a big ol' fat felt tip marker. All that extra was fat. Oh, yes, he is very content, and already chunky...and I still have six weeks to go. She added at the end of the ultra sound, "When you have this baby, will you have them call me and tell me how big he was? I'd be very interested to know." Great. But I liked her a lot anyways because at sometime during the ultrasound she exasperatedly said to me, "I can't get a really good picture because your so thin that there's not enough room (insert "fat" here, in my head) between you and the baby." That's why I now love her.
But in good news, I lost two of the six pounds I gained, and I'm now measuring 37 weeks (at 34). So they all chilled out and accepted my "yes, I know this baby is going to be big, but I've delivered big babies before." But inside, I'm really crying. Just kidding. Fox was just as "easy" to deliver as the other two...because delivery is so easy...(silent sobbing).
A few other random things (mostly things I put on fb, but want a copy here)-
Fox is convinced the baby's name is Harry Potter. I asked him what he thought of another name and he said, "Yeah, that's good...but his name is already Harry Potter."
Liam bought (with his own money) a roll of gag toilet paper. One that wont tear. I thought it was funny at first, until I realized who would be the one getting the brunt of the "joke". Being very pregnant and running in to use the bathroom when I feel that all is well, and then realizing the toilet paper won't tear off, is not my idea of a good time. Worse, we had the sister missionaries stop by. One used our bathroom, we had a nice chat and then they headed on their way. Right after, I ran to...relieve myself, only to find the gag toilet paper had once again replaced the real stuff! Poor sister missionary. She never said a darn thing.
Fox got out of bed the other night and mumbled something to me a few times. Finally, around the third time of me saying, "What?" He replied, "I can't sleep."
"Why not, Fox?"
"Because my nose feels fake."
I should have been a better mom and quickly replaced his "fake" nose with a real one, but instead I told him to just get back in bed. Sometimes I'm not quick enough on my feet when my kids say crazy things like that.
Fox's compliment of the day (about a week ago) to me-(I had a shepherds pie in the oven, cooking for dinner) "Mom, I like that pie! I wish it was a dessert pie, though, because I REALLY like dessert pie."
Emma. I wish I could think of a story about Emma. I know she's done silly things, but I can't think of them. She's my sweet yet mischievous girl. So I know I have stories about her...if only I could recall them...I'll have to pay closer attention this next week and write some of them down.
Alright, I'm going to go try to sleep the next 45 minutes before I have to get up and get my kiddos off to school. Pray for me ;)
But don't worry, I'm now up, writing my sleep deprived, mindless thoughts on my blog, and have eaten a pb&j sandwich. So I'm good. The baby seems to have settled down-no more hiccups-now if only my brain would turn off. Or at least try to make some sort of sense.
I went to my doctor/midwife appointment yesterday. I was nervous about going because the appointment before hadn't gone so well. Between gaining 6 pounds in 2 weeks (yay, go me?), and measuring 6 weeks bigger than I should have (I measured 38 weeks at week 32), I was terrified of what this doctors appointment would bring.
They scheduled yet another ultrasound for yesterday to see exactly what was going on. Three with one baby...I had one ultrasound with Liam...that's it. So three with one baby is still a little crazy for me. I went in sure that they were going to tell me that at 34 weeks I have a eight pound baby. Actually, it wasn't that far off. No, he's already 6 pounds 4 ounces, "give or take a pound." (Meaning he could be 5 pounds...or he could be 7). I still have 6 weeks to go. And I'm at the point where they gain a ton. He's going to be a gianormous baby. But he's healthy as can be.
The adorable, grandma-aged, ultrasound lady kept saying "Oh, Kira, he's just so content." I couldn't figure out what in the world she was talking about, because that little squirming kid would not hold still and was doing some type of acrobatics in my stomach while she was doing the ultra sound. Finally she explained to me why she thought he was so content. She pulled up a picture of his stomach and said, "See the lining/skin around his stomach?" I did. It looked like a whiter oval than the rest of the picture. "Well," she continued, "usually that is as thick as a pencil mark..." My baby's stomach "skin" was the size of a big ol' fat felt tip marker. All that extra was fat. Oh, yes, he is very content, and already chunky...and I still have six weeks to go. She added at the end of the ultra sound, "When you have this baby, will you have them call me and tell me how big he was? I'd be very interested to know." Great. But I liked her a lot anyways because at sometime during the ultrasound she exasperatedly said to me, "I can't get a really good picture because your so thin that there's not enough room (insert "fat" here, in my head) between you and the baby." That's why I now love her.
But in good news, I lost two of the six pounds I gained, and I'm now measuring 37 weeks (at 34). So they all chilled out and accepted my "yes, I know this baby is going to be big, but I've delivered big babies before." But inside, I'm really crying. Just kidding. Fox was just as "easy" to deliver as the other two...because delivery is so easy...(silent sobbing).
A few other random things (mostly things I put on fb, but want a copy here)-
Fox is convinced the baby's name is Harry Potter. I asked him what he thought of another name and he said, "Yeah, that's good...but his name is already Harry Potter."
Liam bought (with his own money) a roll of gag toilet paper. One that wont tear. I thought it was funny at first, until I realized who would be the one getting the brunt of the "joke". Being very pregnant and running in to use the bathroom when I feel that all is well, and then realizing the toilet paper won't tear off, is not my idea of a good time. Worse, we had the sister missionaries stop by. One used our bathroom, we had a nice chat and then they headed on their way. Right after, I ran to...relieve myself, only to find the gag toilet paper had once again replaced the real stuff! Poor sister missionary. She never said a darn thing.
Fox got out of bed the other night and mumbled something to me a few times. Finally, around the third time of me saying, "What?" He replied, "I can't sleep."
"Why not, Fox?"
"Because my nose feels fake."
I should have been a better mom and quickly replaced his "fake" nose with a real one, but instead I told him to just get back in bed. Sometimes I'm not quick enough on my feet when my kids say crazy things like that.
Fox's compliment of the day (about a week ago) to me-(I had a shepherds pie in the oven, cooking for dinner) "Mom, I like that pie! I wish it was a dessert pie, though, because I REALLY like dessert pie."
Emma. I wish I could think of a story about Emma. I know she's done silly things, but I can't think of them. She's my sweet yet mischievous girl. So I know I have stories about her...if only I could recall them...I'll have to pay closer attention this next week and write some of them down.
Alright, I'm going to go try to sleep the next 45 minutes before I have to get up and get my kiddos off to school. Pray for me ;)
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