lessons learned

after singing the alphabet over and over and over again in the tub, i heard the following conversation from my boys:

Mitchell: what's your favorite letter?

Owen: P!!!

Mitchell: that's a good letter.

Owen: P!!!

Mitchell: what do you have to do after you've had a lot of coffee?

Owen: P!!!

26 weeks

did i just say that outloud?

i did. i am 26 weeks pregnant. that means only 13 more weeks to go. we are delivering 1 week early for our c-section. that is so confusing you know. people will ask my due date, i say May 28th, but we are having a c-section the 22nd because i had one with Owen and my doctor thinks its more safe that way... i feel silly repeating that same old song and dance. but, tuesday May 22nd is our day! and i couldn't be more excited.

these two pregnancies could not be more different.

Owen:

i ate everything in sight. you think i am kidding. i'm not. i ate semi-healthy, but just A LOT OF CHOCOLATE!

sat at a desk all day working, wait, slaving away.

no pain. no swelling. not very much fatigue.

oh, and migrains.

Eli:

being much more aware of what i put in my mouth. still allowing myself the rare indulgences.

no sitting for me, except in the bathroom and in the car. i chase a two year old ALL DAY LONG.

having some pain, had to stop running, had to stop dancing.

oh, and migrains. yes, again! luckily i haven't been put in the hospital this time becuase of them.

i feel like Eli jumps and moves around so much more than Owen did. i remember thinking, is Owen still in there because he's not moving around much. i can just think that and Eli starts doing back flips and kicks me from here to kingdom come. i have a feeling he's going to be dislocating a rib like Owen did when he stretched from bottom to the top of my rib cage. that's what i get for having a short torso. at least i will know what the dislocated rib will feel like this time.

just like my pregnancy with Owen, we haven't started on Eli's room yet. we waited a little bit longer to start with Owen because i wanted everything planned out perfectly. and here i am this time, having to plan out perfectly one big boy room for Owen and one perfect baby room for Eli. it's hard when i loved Owen's room so much - not top it, but to make it just as special.

and just like my pregnancy with Owen, i could not be anymore smitten with this little man in my tummy. i know i will though that second he is born and i hear his precious little cry.

its hard to imagine loving another baby as much as your first. Owen is so special, and unique, and my first.

but Eli, you are so special and unique in your own way. i cannot wait to see who you look like and act like. what your little neck smells like. and i can't wait to kiss your sweet little lips.

Eli, you are loved beyond measure. prayed for. thought about. and blessed. and as your mommy i could not be more blessed. but just like your father and brother when they came into my life, my heart swelled, beating out from my chest, over flowing with love and blessings.

i can't wait for you to rock my world, little man.

i love you,

mommy

o' pot of wonders

bacon wrapped chicken tenderloins. wild rice and mushrooms. all basking in a wondrous, beautiful bath of cream sauce (low fat cream cheese, cream of mushroom, and low sodium chicken broth).

i am ready for dinner tonight!

i heart Adele

don't you?!?!

Psalm 18:19

spent the day reflecting on how much my love for the Lord humbles and blesses me. and how much i love Him. then i remembered this verse, and how much more he loves and delights in me.

"He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me." Psalm 18:19

hey jerk,

yes, you! you, who called animal control on my dog for his barking. i've got a few tidbits for you!





my dog is 130 pounds. not only is he big, but his bark is loud. and your little yappy dog barking is annoying, too!

my dog only barks when there is a stupid stray cat in the alley or when someone is in the alley. FYI, he's keeping you, me, and our neighborhood safe.

third, and lastly. if you have a problem with my dog barking, come tell me. if you can't do that, i am assuming you are being a big, mean liar! like last time you complained on him... old nasty man next door!

sincerely,
a very upset mommy

P.S. i'm always home, so no, he doesn't bark when he's outside when we're "at work"!

JERK!


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20 minutes

the following events happened within 20 minutes of each other. 20 minutes.

mitchell heads to work after church. Owen and i head to united for last minutes super bowl party necessities.

30 seconds into the store, Owen escapes from the grocery cart, runs to the bakery. i chase behind him with the cart. he's too fast. ditch the cart, grab my purse and run. he's running back at me with a dozen thumb print cookies. grab the cookies, grab my kid, put the cookies back, plop him back into the shopping cart. (the one with the little car at the bottom) consider getting another cart and buckeling him in.

Owen throws a fit - he wants a cookie.

wonderful bakery lady brings him a cookie, she saw our fiasco. Owen throws a fit. he doesn't want one thumbprint cookie, he wants a dozen. don't we all?

manage to get our lunch meat, cheese, and veggies.

Owen looks at me and says, "Mommy pretty." i quickly forget about the cookie craziness.

O again, tries to escape 5 times. or is hanging his head out of the cart.

look down into the car, find all sorts of bad food in his lap. as he's trying to open the boxes. those foods really shouldn't be at a two year olds eye level. empty cart, settle on Annies fruit snacks. quickly head toward the check out.

pull Owen out to put on his jacket, he bolts for the door. yes, outside. that's his favorite thing, running in parking lots. LOTS of fun!

checking out at united, cookie crumbs and fruit snacks everywhere, in my church dress and heels, purse in hand, holding a two year old whose wiggeling and the cute little checkout boy has the audacity to ask me if i need help out with my 500 grocery bags.

yes. i do... how did you know?

unload Owen. unload groceries. try to get undressed. hear Owen trying to open garage door to get tuba that is in the garage.

carry him my room. get dressed. sit on the floor about to pass out. Owen gives me a hug.

Mitchell walks into the house!

I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER TO SEE MY HUSBAND. EVER!

relay our 20 minutes to Mitchell and then he proceeds to ask, "How many children do you want?"

there's a sloth here!

if you haven't seen this clip from Ellen's show a few days ago STOP AND WATCH IT NOW.

beware: its super funny and once you start laughing you can't stop. then people around you will think you are crazy and loud. then you will know what it feels like to be me!

this will make your day, guaranteed!

say what?!?!

things a mother will NEVER have to tell her daughter:

1. don't touch that.

2. that's dirty. stop it.

3. it's not funny. don't do that.

4. don't touch that.

5. stop scratching your butt.

the last validates my opinion that men of all ages have no reason to scratch their butt. i know it really doesn't itch.

DON'T SCRATCH IT.

thief

saturday mitchell and i are sitting around talking and O is playing somewhere in the house.

out of no where he comes around the corner waving a $20 bill. now those things are precious in our house, so we both freak out wondering where he got it. i immediately assumed he was hoarding money and got excited that there might be more somewhere else. mitchell shot up, started chasing Owen, and proceed to chase him for a few minutes.

that kid is pretty fast!

later Owen revealed that he had daddy's wallet in the back of his truck and was able to get more money if he wanted. keep in mind, mitchell worked at abuelos the night before and still had all his tips in there. we needed to confiscate that wallet. mitchell eventually traded a $1 for his $20.

both boys were happy.

at the basketball game that afternoon Owen wanted a snack. i told him he needed to go get cash from daddy. "daddy cash. daddy cash. DADDY CASH!"

Owen got his M&M's.

this morning Owen is currently playing with my wallet and the $3 i have to my name. come to think of it - i think he also has my debit card. i better go see what he's up to.

and just for the record - he didn't inherit this pick-pocketing from me. i ALWAYS ask before taking money! :)