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  • Boys are funny.

    Boys are funny.

    At least mine are. To all you non parentals out there who I doubt read my blog: something no one ever tells you-your kids will be funny. They will make you laugh, and pee your pants. (when pregnant).
    So….what has been going on lately you ask? All kinds of shenanigans. First off, little Stink breaking off a 12 foot branch. Single-handedly. It doesn’t look that big, but you know proud mama bird measured that sucker. I walk out to him shouting to Weeman: “Westchon! Real superheros break trees.”

    B doing the happy dance over his conquest.

    Big boy eating cereal. At least his chin is;) 

       I thought I stumbled upon gold when I saw this. 

    Didn’t even phase Stink. I really don’t even think he noticed our son was wearing a donkey tail necklace amidst his trying to teach a 3 year old the mechanics of a curve ball.
      But he was. So I made sure to capture the moment.  
    At dinner for fathers day. Is he my kid? Or is he my kid?
    Weeman trying to rock his way out of high chair land at father’s day dinner.

     My sweet in laws. Such a fun night!

  • Flashback Friday

    Flashback Friday

    Stink and his mad skills. 3 weeks into knowing him and I thought he was an amazing wakeboarder. Regardless if this kept happening every 15 seconds. love. sigh. 

  • death by crackah.

    Any time I say the word I always picture a blingged out gangsta call me one. So I had to pass along that little visual. You are welcome.
    I have polished off my 3rd box of crackers in a week. Whoa Blimpie. And I really wonder why my thighs are getting all blubbery?
    Just a quick update for everyone who is biting their nails on the sidelines re: my m/s. {insert sarcasm}
    I am alive-barely. It has been a really tough week. Started out AMAZING. Mon/ Tuesday felt like a champ. Yesterday I was flat on my back for the whole day. Sick/ nauseous, pink eye, and other girl issues.  Oh the joy! I am pretty sure my husband is just totally fed up with me. I look like something a cat threw up all day, every day. and when I am not moaning and rocking myself to sleep, I am trying to not barf up crackers. Even though most of you say I “should”. I would feel “so much better”. I call the bluff. My nose doesn’t shut off properly for take off, (if you know what I mean), so I will never feel better after upchucking.

    Back to my husband. He is my all star. I am so thankful to have someone who can love me and take care of me like this. Because I would, but I’d give the side eye. And huff and puff. I am super mature like that.

  • Bob

    Bob is Baby #3’s nickname. Think Blob, drop the L.  I figure the odds are boy any way, so why don’t we just submit to a macsuline surname?  Thanks to some spotting, I got to see my little Bob yesterday via hoo-ha cam.  3rd time and I still leave feeling a wee bit violated.  (thank you ultrasound tech for WARMING the gel). 
    Bob’s heartbeat was 178 and it was measuring a few days ahead of schedule. I have heard 3 different due dates so I am going to go the middle one-January 16th 2012.  All in all the baby is healthy (so far) and what else can be better than hearing that? Thank you Lord for this miracle you have entrusted us with.
    I also found out this week I have a hiatal hernia, which means my small intestines are smashing up against my stomach. You like how we are getting all personal?  So….that is why I am nauseous all. day. long. Nothing is digesting. Sounds fancy.

    Blogging has taken a back seat to feeling like a am going stab myself in the stomach all day. Morning sickness has found herself a home and is starting to really wear me down. I start playing games like, “I would rather be put on the LA times telemarketing list than…” And it usually ends with me hypothetically camping in a dumpster if the morning sickness gustapo gave us an option.  In all seriousness, God has been faithful to carry me through each day and give me enough grace to get through even the grossest of days. So that is a huge praise and answered prayer.  I need to be focusing on Him and asking for His strength.

    It is so true that all you want when you are sick a mommy to comfort you. I get 2! That care and that love us so much. So blessed by them. My mother in law gave us a refridgerator full of meals. (HALLELULIAH) Which means Chad and the kids will eat some good food other than cereal and canned beans. My mom has watched the kids almost everyday this week so we could just basically get through the week. A big thank you to the Nanny/ Nonni’s! xo

  • Giddyup

    Giddyup

      It has been a long time since I have been in this rodeo.  
                   We will be meeting again soon because Little Stink & Weeman are each going to be a:
    That is riiiiight! We are so beyond ecstatic and thankful for the chance to be parents yet again.  A blessing undeserved and beyond appreciated. Baby # 3 is due at the end of January (I think).  I am delaying the doc appt. until insurance changes because I am cheap like that, and don’t want to pay out of pocket for all the tests and u/s. 
    You know what this means right? I start melting and turn into a bonafide crank. How am I feeling? Why I thought you would never ask. 
    Gross. Seasick. Fat. Bloated. Fat. Barfy. Fat. Nauseous. {repeat all.day.long.}
    All good things according to the mystery pages of google. 
    So far my Volvo has gotten with the program James Bond style. Being the overachiever she is, I already look 4 months knocked up. The baby weighs 10 pounds nothing, and looks like some unidentifiable deep sea creature, but that is ok. I loooove my little almost fetus. Side eyes and all;) 
    Prayers for healthy pregnancy, and strength for me to suck it up and be a good wife/ mother/ friend during these next 9 months would be so coveted. Thank you for letting me share my good news! 
    Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!
    Psalm 127:3-4

    For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
    Psalm 139:13-16