Thursday, May 29, 2008

My day off.

I am sorry for neglecting you my beautiful blog friends!

My weekend and week have been just crazy. I can hardly believe it is already Thursday, I feel like it should be Monday still. I have been up and out of my house every day by 6:30 am, running all day and falling into bed at night, exhausted. My poor belly has been all tight and achy and sore. My eyes can barely focus on anything, especially not my computer screen. Living on lattes when you are six months pregnant is probably not a good thing.

So today I am taking it easy. I told my dh last night that I am staying in bed all day. I woke up with him at 6 and then I went back to sleep until after 9:30. I got up and fed some kids, including the one I am incubating, and now I am sitting in my super comfy bed with my computer.
I am going to stay away from coffee today, take some naps and read stories with my kids. I am also hoping to catch up with all of you. I have been checking my blog reader everyday and trying to visit a couple of you, but I am falling further and further behind.

If I am not going to caffeinate with coffee today, I may need a few pots of tea. Tea has way less caffeine. That way I can have more!

I saw my obstetrician for the first time yesterday. She was terrific, very young, but wonderful. She explained everything to me in a very matter-of-fact, scientific way that I really appreciated. She didn't tell me what I wanted to hear, but I am fine with that. It seems that I will be having a beginning of August baby as opposed to a beginning of September baby though. Unless God sees fit to have my uterus move that placenta out of the way before then.

They will do amnio at 36 weeks to determine baby's lung maturity, and if it looks good they will do the cesarean soon after. I may try to talk to them about putting that off a bit. I have never gone into labour on my own before, (this is what they want to avoid, because a dilating cervix would mean placental separation and bleeding) so I think it would be safe to push back the delivery to at least 37 + weeks. I guess we will see how things go.

She also told me that I am not to do any traveling unless my ultrasound shows that my placenta is clear of my cervix by 2 cm. So it is looking more and more like I will not be able to go to the lake with my family and Shay's like we have planned all year. Sucks. We had to cancel our ski trip this winter and now I may still not get to see them. All I can do about that is pray. My ultrasound is on the 11th, so that is d-day for my trip.

I will be very disappointed, but I am also okay with doing what is best for baby and I. Shay said she will come and see me after baby comes, so that will make up for a multitude of disappointments, for me anyway. I will feel pretty guilty about all the extra work for Shay if my dh and kids all go to the lake and she is the only mommy there. Yikes. But at least our kids will all be happy. They adore each other and miss each other terribly.

Okay, I'd better get off of here for a minute and get my kids going on their day. And then make my bloggy rounds.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

About five seconds ago...

Girly was hugging my tummy, telling me how she loves the baby and me. She sat up and rubbed my belly and asked, "Mommy, when the baby comes out can I hug it and cuddle it?"
"Yep, you can cuddle him every day."
"Is it a girl baby or a boy baby?" She wanted to make sure.
"A boy baby, sorry Girly."
She looked serious for a moment and then exclaimed, "Well, when it comes out, we can make it! We can glue it!"

Um. Once the baby comes, I am going to have to watch her very carefully. My penis obsessed little girl wants to use glue to make her baby brother into a baby girl. I feel a bit frightened. And outrageously amused. And let's not forget how thankful I am that she didn't mention scissors.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

How does my garden grow?

So we did something this past week that I thought I hated, but I totally loved it. If you were to mention gardening to me, I would most likely explain to you how much I truly detest gardening. And then I would go on to explain that in my little cul-de-sac are 3 homes on the garden tour. One of them being my lovely next door neighbour. The first summer we lived here, her and I were chatting in the front yard and she recommended that I take a walk around the neighbourhood and notice what other people had planted so that I would have some ideas for my own yard the following year.
No pressure there. None.
Actually she is very sweet and understanding about my lack of gardening. I am the only one in the neighbourhood with small children. One can't really expect the perpetually pregnant woman to keep be spending a ton of time in the garden. We do mow the grass fairly often and there was some basic landscaping done by the previous owners. Tons of flower beds, that thankfully had some perennials in them. Because that is all they have had in them since.
My husband's idea of gardening has been to watch me weed in the sun for hours, and getting the boys to help me occasionally. And digging up flowerbeds and filling them in with sod.
Not so much fun for me.
This spring though, if you remember, I am supposed to be taking it easy. I can't spend hours weeding and my perennials that have needed pruning for 3 years required the use of the big shovel. I am not supposed to be doing that kind of stuff. So my husband stepped up this week. We went to the garden centre and filled our cart with some new perennials, some annuals, and some herbs to put in hanging boxes on my deck.
Brent dug up those enormous lilies in the front, weeded and turned soil. He hung up my deck boxes and filled them with soil. And then we all worked together to plant all of our flowers. It was so much fun! Everyone had a job, my Monkey boy really enjoyed all the watering he got to do. I don't think The Boy was quite as excited about his job though. He got to do some of the tough weeding, like along the fence line in very hard soil. But he didn't complain.
I completely enjoyed myself. Even getting completely covered in dirt. ( I so do not like getting dirty!) All the kids keep asking if we can garden again today. Poor Monkey boy, it has rained every night, so he hasn't been allowed to water. He really wants to water!
When the sun comes out and perks up my plantings I will have to take some photos. There is still a lot of yard work to do, especially trimming of bushes and hedges, and restaining the deck. But I am actually starting to like my yard.
I think that I loved it because we were all working together, enjoying one another and the sunshine and some good, clean, dirty fun.

Friday, May 23, 2008

As an add-on to yesterday's post...

I have to share this story. It is one of my favourite Mighty family tales.
When The Boy (my 13 year old) was about 5 or 6, he was also very knowledgeable about the human body. We had a terrific Usborne book that taught all about your body and all it's systems including reproduction. I had bought it as a book for us to look at together. But my boy was a super-reader, and even at 5 and 6 years old he would read anything and everything he could get his hands on. Including this body book. Needless to say, he was quite knowledgeable in how it all works. We didn't realize quite how knowledgeable until one day while we were driving in the car.
We had a neighbour girlfriend with us, who was also 6 and rather precocious. They were having a chat about when they would be grown-ups.
The Boy, "So when we get big, we will have to get married and have lots of kids."
Girlfriend, "I don't know if I want to have kids when I grow up."
The Boy, "Oh don't worry, you will. I am going to put my sperm in you."

After Daddy and I stopped choking, sputtering and laughing, we directed the conversation elsewhere. Then we tried to figure out how to break it to Girlfriend's parents that our little boy had been giving their daughter some sex education.
Thankfully her parents were totally cool about it and were as open with their kids about that kind of stuff as we were.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Out of the mouths of babes

I took the Monkey boy and Girly to the bathroom at church the other day. I had both of them in the stall together and after Girly peed, she stood waiting for Monkey to be done. He starts to pee and she pipes up, "Nice penis you have there Monkey!"
I can just hear all the old ladies in there gasp and drop their purses. She is too funny. And very interested in body parts!
Tonight Monkey is telling me all about digestion and how the baby gets food from mommy's body, we are having a serious, intellectual discussion. Girly, who had just patted her Dad's chest and told him that he had nice boobies, leans over, slaps Monkey's chest and says, "Monkey! You have boobies too!"
"No Girly. I have nipples."

She also has penis envy. Her brothers can whip it out on the side of the road and pee, how cool is that? She wants one too! She mentions it at least 6 times a day.

She told Daddy last night that if he didn't have a penis that he would be her Mommy. Smart girl.

Just a few of the many body part conversations at my house. I won't even touch on the awakening of awareness of women's bodies by my 13 year old son. I want to know what happened to my little boy. Where did he go?

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

She's trouble.

So Girly is putting us through some growing pains as she nears 3. With the boys I found this age to be incredible in every way, watching their personalities blossom along with their physical and intellectual growth spurts. And with our Girly it is no less incredible, but it seems to be punctuated with continual bursts of pushing the boundaries as far as they can stretch. Nevermind the snotty attitude that keeps rearing its head and the bratty tantrums that transform my sweet little girl into a tyrannical monster who's brothers alternately laugh at or run away from. Along with her 13 year old girl attitude (I say this because my sisters and I all acted like this at 13!) has come some other, almost funny, behaviour.
Spring has brought with it daily pants peeing, as she is too busy to take time out to pee. Or so I thought. Tonight Daddy took off her clothes in preparation for the putting on of jammies and pull-ups. She proceeded to sit on my bed and pee. Just because. After Daddy took her to the bathroom and sat down to discipline (talk with her) her, she sat on his knee and peed a little more. She didn't really like what he had to say, so... pee. What do you do with that?
On the funny attitude side, she keeps doing something that drives Daddy nuts. She stands with her hands on her hips, sticks out her bum at you and chants, "Shake your little flubber booty!" (remember that movie?) Then she punctuates that with forceful hip shakes as she grunts, "UH, UH, UH!"
Now we all have been laughing at this, especially her brother's who taught it to her. But Daddy finds it extremely distasteful and has asked her repeatedly to stop. Therefore, she does it more often with great defiance and more emphasis on those hip thrusts. Nice.
I could regale you with stories of her many tantrums and how easily she can make the Monkey boy run crying, but I will spare myself the torture of remembrance. I just hope that this is a quickly passing phase and that we can enjoy three as much with her as we did with her brothers. Funny girl.
Oh, if you are interested, I have another layout up at Immortality Art.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Waahhh, wah, wah

Thought I would pop in here to share how utterly ridiculous I am. I am sitting here trying to get some stuff done and literally crying because I am so tired. I am not sleeping that well, but I think the exhaustion has more to do with this pregnancy than anything. (Apparently placenta praevia comes with extra exhaustion) Anytime I try to do anything, like go downstairs to wash a load of laundry; or walk to the other room to get the phone; or sit upright for more than half an hour, I feel like laying down, having a good cry and then a nap.
I am so frustrated, because there is so much to be done around here and I honestly can not do it. I feel utterly lame and guilty at my lack of energy and gumption. And I am getting really grumpy about what is not getting done.
I know, I know, there is no point being upset and frustrated. I just need to accept my limitations at this moment and let go. I KNOW! I just want to grump about it for tonight
Ahh.... I feel better already. Venting is therapeutic, don't ya think?

Brent is working in the yard this evening, but he just took all the kids for ice cream. I can't tell you the relief I feel with them all out of the house for a few moments. I love them all to pieces. I love spending my days with them, but a few moments of peace in my day is heaven. I am actually dreading them coming home, I am having a difficult time dealing with all the chaos these days. If I am lucky, Daddy will get them right into bed when they get back. Then I shall go to bed too.

Monday, May 19, 2008

First Soccer game Layouts

I have new layouts up on Immortality Art again. I had to scrap the photos from Monkey Boy's first soccer game.
Remember, if you can't see that blog, just email me for an invite. I have it private so that I feel comfy showing my kids faces etc.
I hope you come over and see, they turned out really cute!

The journaling from the soccer layout says:
Monkey Boy has spent a large portion of the last 4 years of his life, watching his 2 big brothers playing sports. He has been bundled up and dragged to 6am hockey games many a Saturday. For a kid who likes nothing more than to stay at home with Mom, the constant running around has often been hard on him.
So I was so excited this spring to be able to register him for his own sport. Soccer! His big brothers, whom he idolizes, would come and watch him play for a change.
He was initially excited, but usually when someone asked him about it, he would be noncommittal. I think he was really nervous about playing. It was completely new to him and there would be strangers there.
We took him shopping on Monday afternoon for ‘gear’. Well by the time we made the first purchase, shin pads, he was getting really excited. We had to go to a few different stores to find everything before eventually hitting the soccer place that Daddy wanted to go to originally to find shorts in Monkey’s size. By the time Monkey Boy tried on those shorts, and had his new water bottle in hand, he was totally ready to go to soccer. He felt like a superstar already.
I think B and R were as excited as Monkey. They ran onto the field with him to find his team, then as Daddy put Monkey’s gear on, the boys hovered expectantly. When that last shoe was finally tied, they raced with him to the field.
I love the shot of him standing, holding the ball, waiting expectantly for his coach’s instructions. He was so ready for this step. He was definitely the smallest kid on the field, we were a bit worried about it, since his birthday is the last day of the year, making him much younger than many of the kids. The only real difficulty we witnessed made us laugh. The kids were all standing in line to practice kicking the ball. Monkey Boy took his turn and then didn’t know what to do. He went and got back in the front of the line. We realized that he didn’t know how to stand in line! He hasn’t been to school and has not learned that very important school lesson.
When it came time for them to play their game, Monkey was in there like a dirty shirt. He occasionally stood there trying to figure out where he should be and what he should be doing, but for the most part he was running with the gaggle of kids in pursuit of the ball. Every couple of minutes he would stand still, look at Mom and Dad and give us a thumbs-up, complete with huge grin. By the second or third time, all the parents were giggling at his cuteness.
By 7:30pm when the game was over, he was exhausted, but happy. He LOVED soccer! By the time we got home at 8pm, he wanted to quit soccer. Poor kid, so tired and the big brothers kept reminding him that his team was called the Butterflies. A girly name that he hates.
All in all, soccer was a huge hit, and I was so happy with how his big brothers were so supportive and excited to be there watching Monkey Boy for a change. And Mommy and Daddy had the most fun they have had in ages, I took almost 200 photos.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

I'm a Pregnant Rock Star

So, Guitar Hero. My dh finally bought it yesterday while I was picking up some maternity clothes. We put the kids to bed and then we were up until 1:30 am playing. I got booed off the stage a few times, but I did figure it out. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't see for the tears. Tonight, Guitar Hero tourney with the kids!

Time for another little hormone induced rant. I am so flippin' sick of people looking at me and saying, "Oh, you must be due about now." and then when I tell them that I am only 5 months I get the 'holy crap you are HUGE' look. Then they as me if I am having twins. nice. Then I feel the need to explain that I have done this 5 times before and apparently I get bigger, faster each time. My first pregnancy, I only started to show at 5 months, barely. But by six months I was fairly big. So yes I am huge, but why does everyone really feel the need to keep pointing that out to me? Seriously. Just. Shut. UP!
It is kind of funny actually, it usually doesn't bother me much, but today when another man had to point that out to me at church, I felt like punching someone. Him specifically. His wife is 6 feet tall, I am sure her bump wasn't as big at birth as mine is now. oh well. I am okay now. Got through another day without inflicting violence on anyone.

Oh! I have some fabulous news! But back story first. My husband has not had a regular job for the past 6 years. He has basically been doing fairly short contract jobs first for a union and then for his own company. He has made a pretty good living at it, but I will be the first to admit that it is a stressful way to live. You can never plan anything. You don't know when you will have work and when you are on a job, you never know how long it will last. Usually he would have, at the most, a few weeks at a job and then he would be looking for the next one.
If he couldn't find something close to home, then he would have to go out of town for a while. When he works, it is usually 90 to 100 hours a week for a couple weeks and then a few days or weeks off. Night shift, day shift, whatever you can get. So as I said, it is pretty good money, but it sucks for raising a family, at least during the busy times. And it is very stressful because you never have an inkling of what the near future holds.
Well, he has been on a job like this for the past 6 weeks, 7 days a week, 12-14 hour nightshifts. Basically we haven't seen him. But. Big But, it is so worth it this time. The client was so happy with his work that he has offered Brent a semi-permanent position there. 8 hour day shifts. DAY! And every second weekend is a 3 day weekend.
This is exactly what we have been praying for. I need him to be around more right now, I can't handle the house and kids all by myself and 'take it easy' like I am supposed to. I have been utterly exhausted and overwhelmed every day and praying that God had an answer for us. So now, until after the baby is born at least, I will have my hubby around. Who knows, he may even get going on the renovations!
Anyway, I am feeling extremely relieved and thankful at the moment. And the best part is that he has this week off! Woopee!

Friday, May 16, 2008


If you are interested, I just posted to layouts I made last night over at Immortality Art. I have been in a scrap slump for quite some time, so it was kind of a relief to actually make some pages.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Another Shy Guy

Remember Don Mills Diva's recent post Shy Boy? Well as a mom to two former shy boys, this post spoke to my Mommy heart.
The other day while shopping with my almost former shy boy, who is four, we had a little encounter. We were standing in line to pay and chatting when an elderly man, being pushed in a store wheelchair by his wife, reached out to grab at my Monkey boy's arm. He was just being friendly I think, my Monkey is terribly cute and we were having such a sweet little talk.
My Monkey boy did not see it that way though. He got a bit frightened and clammed up. I told him that it was okay, he could say hello to the gentleman. Well, there was no way. So I did what I do in that situation, I modeled politeness for him. I said a cheery hello with a big smile. Both to reassure my boy and to be kind to the man.
The man however did not see it as I did. He pushed away and muttered, "Well that's sure the way to keep him shy."
What the heck?! I was unreasonably furious at his comment. He grabbed my son's arm. If he had just smiled and said hello, I am sure my Monkey boy would have at least attempted a polite response. Like hello maybe. Sometimes when Monkey boy sees elderly people, he just goes up and says hello on his own. Sometimes he even puts out his hand and says, "Hi, my name is Monkey, " to kids and grownups alike. Sure, he has always had shy tendencies, but he is slowly and surely overcoming them. How dare he label my son and be rude to my boy and to me. I am sorry, but you don't just grab kids you don't know. And you surely can't expect them to then be friendly to you.
I just hope the next time my Monkey boy sees a Grandpa-type he doesn't remember this guy and shy away. He has come so far, I would hate for him to withdraw now.

Oh, and don't use a wheelchair to butt in line! There was a long line at the checkout and the lady in front of me and I moved out of the way for the couple to maneuver through the isle. Instead of going past us, she just stopped with his chair now blocking the isle completely and stood in line. She even looked at the woman in front of me and said, "Oh, is this the line?" and we both told her that yes, we were standing in line and she just said, "oh," and continued to stand there. Weird.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

The Graduation

Hope you all had a wonderful Mother's day, we had an amazing weekend with my family.

Here is the graduate with her daughter, my adorable niece. My sister put herself through university as a single mom. When she started, she didn't even have a high school diploma and now she has her teaching degree. I can't begin to explain how proud we are of her.
We had been asked not to applaud until all the grads in a category had been on stage. But when they announced my sister's name, we all started hootin' and hollerin'. She woohooed back to us giving us 'I love you' signs with both hands in the air.
The big wigs on stage thought it was great and they told A. how wonderful it was that she had such family support. There were over 20 of us at the ceremony, even though each grad is only given 4 tickets. We were a formidable cheering section.
After the ceremony we met back at another of my sister's homes for the party. All A's loved ones who couldn't come to the ceremony were able to drop by and we had tons of laughs and yummy food that Mom made.
My sister H. made this amazing cake, as well as hosting the event. I come from pretty talented stock!

When the party wound down, my daughter got some play time with her new best friend, Kisa the boxer puppy.

Here is me all huge and preggo with the graduate, and no we didn't mean to match.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

So dh is very worried about me, so much that he called his Mom last night to tell her what was going on. His mother told him, "Oh, I had that, tell Kristen it's not a big deal." Well Brent had talked to his Dad too and his Dad had told Brent how one night his Mom woke up in a puddle of blood. He told Brent how scary it was to watch his wife bleeding out and rushing her to the hospital. Brent's mom had only been concerned about her baby, my husband, never thought about herself. She called again this morning to say she would pray, she hadn't ever realized how dangerous it really was for her.
This was 30 some years ago and ultrasound was a brand new thing, at least here. She was one of the very first women here in the city to have one. They did get her bleeding under control and kept her in the hospital for a few weeks and sent her back home. By the time she went in to labour, at about 34 weeks, the placenta had moved out of the way enough for a vaginal birth. My dh was a bit early and had a few issues, but they were both okay in the end.
Good stuff to know, I vaguely remember her talking about it before, but honestly never gave it much thought. I am sure glad that they were both okay-I kinda like the guy...

Oh, Happy Mother's Day to you all, I will be thinking of you. And thank you so much for all your kindness, support and prayers. I appreciate them more than you could ever know.
I will be gone til Monday as I am going to my mom's for the weekend, my sister is having her University graduation! I am so proud of her.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

'High Risk'

Well I had my Doctor's appointment this morning and baby is well and growing fine. But I did learn that, as I had suspected, my placenta is now completely covering the opening to the uterus. So I officially have placenta praevia and am now considered a 'High Risk' pregnancy.
I assumed that when I was given that diagnosis, I wouldn't really be shocked or upset, and for a few moments I wasn't.

The first thing the doctor told me was 'absolutely no sex', and I was like - seriously? And yep she was totally serious. They don't even do internal exams because you don't want to disturb the cervix in any way. Okay. I can deal with that. We talked about the likelihood of having a cesarean if the placenta doesn't move away from the cervix. I knew about that already and it didn't faze me. And then she started talking about the catastrophic effects that a bleed could result in and then the tears started.

I know that the likelihood of everything being just fine is almost a definite. The placenta even has lots of time to move up still as my uterus grows. (I am only 23 weeks) I also know that all the worrying in the world won't make anything the least bit better, it is out of my hands. But I am still feeling a bit out of sorts, a bit frightened by the possibilities. I know what it is to be on the wrong side of statistics. 1 in 100 chance of something going wrong, doesn't sound so good to me anymore. With Kalila I had a 1 in 200 chance of something being wrong and she died. Odds are not comforting to me.

Tomorrow I will be back to being optimistic and assured that all will be okay, already I have been able to continually keep letting go of my fears and give them to God. Because I know that whatever happens, He will be holding me in His arms, carrying me through, just as He always has.

My doctor was very concerned that I am a stay at home mom with 4 kids. She told me that if I worked she would put me on leave, but I don't get leave from being a mom. She kept stressing the need for me to take it easy, not take it easy compared to my normal life, but TAKE IT EASY. She wanted to know what kind of help I can get at home etc.

I am not really sure how to incorporate 'taking it easy' into my life. So I won't be helping my hubby move 2 tonne loads on a hoist across the driveway again like I did last week. (scary to me now!) I won't help with the renovations, I will even get someone else to haul the laundry up and down the stairs. But what about picking up my preschoolers? My daughter is still in a crib and needs help getting in her carseat. My 4 year old loves me to carry him to bed and now I have to explain to him that I am not allowed to do that anymore. I guess we will figure all that stuff out, in the grand scheme of things that is all small stuff.

I can't tell you how relieved I was to hear that baby is fine and growing, in fact, baby is measuring a week ahead right now. This is good, because when the placenta is low it doesn't get as optimum nourishment as it does in the blood rich top of the uterus. So later in the pregnancy it can affect baby's growth. I had been a bit concerned about baby's heart as the tech spent so much time looking at it and in the previous u/s they couldn't see it properly. But its heart looks perfect.

So I realize that all of this is fairly common and usually all is well, right now I am just processing all the new developments and how they affect my life and my near future. And praying that all will be well.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Soccer for Monkeys

It was my Monkey boy's very first soccer game ever, last night. In the morning he was a bit nervous and not sure if he wanted to go. We spent the afternoon running around to buy shin pads, shorts and new shoes so by game time he was pretty stoked. Nervous but ready. He was practically vibrating by the time we got all his gear on and he ran out into the field with the other kids.

We had been told he would play U-4 (under 4) since his birthday is one day from the cut-off and it was his first year playing. When we got to the field, he was the smallest kid by far. He is pretty little for his age, but it was obvious that these kids were older. I guess they put him in the U-6 category instead, so I was a bit disappointed because I wanted him to have an opportunity to really excel rather than feel like he is playing catch-up the whole time. We may call and have him switched, but I am not sure. He didn't seem to have any trouble keeping up with the kids, though he was disorientated at times, not sure where he was supposed to be or what he should do. We realized that he has no idea how to stand in line! After it was his turn, he just rejoined at the beginning of the line. Oops!

I have to say that it was one of the most fun evenings I have spent in a while. He was just so excited and enthusiastic, his exuberance was totally catching. We laughed and cheered and smiled, he kept stopping to look at us and give us the thumbs up. By the end all the parents were giggling at his antics.

His big brothers were almost as excited as he was, which was pretty special. Brent's mom and aunt came to watch too, so Monkey had quite the cheering section.

When he got home last night, it was well after bed-time. He was exhausted and said, "That's it, I quit soccer, I am going to bed." I am not sure if he thought he had to be a soccer player 24-7 or what. This morning, his soccer-mania had not abated. He was up at dawn, dressed himself in his total gear and was out the back door with Girly's pink soccer ball to practice. We were all still in bed, thankfully I heard him open the door! He spent the day in his uniform, complete with shin pads.

I think he kind of liked soccer.
Here he is, leading the pack. (I blurred the other kids faces)

Waiting for drills.

Thumbs UP!

Grandma and Auntie.

Monday, May 05, 2008

Here he is!

Say hello to Mighty baby number 6! Look at that adorable little head, isn't my baby incredible? Not so cooperative though. Silly little bean had it's legs up by it's head, the tech had the darndest time trying to see what she needed to see.
She told me that I will have to go back again. Still placenta placement issues and something about the heart that she wouldn't elaborate on. Thankfully I have a doctor's appointment on Wednesday, so I don't have to worry about it for too long.
All the kids came in to see the baby, though I don't think they could discern much of what they were seeing. They were excited anyway and arguing about the baby's sex.
Isn't that just the cutest baby you have ever seen?

Sunday, May 04, 2008

A gift for my Mommy blogger friends

I heard this song this week and it touched me so I wanted to share it with all of you.
Have a wonderful week and God bless you.

this is another video put together by a mommy blogger with the whole song.

One Heartbeat
Steven Curtis Chapman

You’re up all night with a screaming baby
You run all day at the speed of life
And every day you feel a little bit less
like the beautiful woman you are

So you fall into bed when you run out of hours
and you wonder if anything worth doing got done
Well maybe you just don’t know
or maybe you’ve forgotten

That you, you are changing the world
one little heartbeat at a time
Making history with every touch and every smile
Oh you, you may not see it now
but I believe that time will tell
how you, you are changing the world
one little heartbeat at a time

With every, “I know you can do it”
and every tear that you kiss away
So many little things that seem to go unnoticed
they’re just like the drops of rain
over time, they become a river

And you, you are changing the world
one little heartbeat at a time
Making history with every touch and every smile
Oh you, you may not see it now
but I believe that time will tell
how you, you are changing the world
one little heartbeat at a time

You’re beautiful, so beautiful
how you’re changing the world, yeah you’re changing the world
You, you are changing the world
one little heartbeat at a time
Making history with every touch and every smile
Oh you, you may not see it now
but I believe that time will tell
how you, you are changing the world
I believe that you, you are changing the world
one little heartbeat at a time

Friday, May 02, 2008

Haiku Friday

Haiku Friday

Hosted by A Mommy Story and Jennifer

Wiggling jiggling bump
Little bean makes itself known
Each kick eases fear

Thankful praying Mom
Lays hands on her bump with glee
Jump babe jump for me

Thursday, May 01, 2008

A Monkey story

My Monkey boy (4) was reading a Baby Einstein Shape book to his little sister tonight. This is the story he told.

Once upon a time there was a princess and she wanted to get married. The prince did not want to get married. The princess asked the prince if he would marry her and he said, "No."
A little while later the princess asked the prince again. This time he said that yes, he would like to get married to her.
So they got married and after the wedding the prince danced all day and all night long. The princess danced all day, but at bedtime she went to bed and slept all night long.
In the morning the princess got up and got dressed and she danced with the prince all day.
They got very hungry so they stopped and had some food. They ate tons of candy, sandwiches, ice cream and cheese. (food on the triangle page of the book) Then they played some games like checkers (square page) and then went out to play sports. (the last page has a baseball diamond)
They lived happily every after.

I had to laugh at this story from my little guy because we were playing at a friend's today and the little girl was dressed in a bride costume. We asked Monkey if he was going to marry her and he said a very straight NO. Then he said, "When I am five. Then I can get married."
Gosh, I sure hope not!