Happy Mardi Gras!

That picture is actually from last year...but I shoved the shirt on him again today. It was way tight last year and this year it was nearly impossible. Oy, that head hole. I stretched it out last night as best I could. Sometimes it's hard to be so festive. Here he is today trying to get some beads:


I can't believe we're so close to Deuce coming. We've got "out of the house" plans every morning and nap plans (ha!) every afternoon. Today was Gym, tomorrow my last OB/pre-op visit, Thursday at Circle Time, and hospital early early Friday morn. Eek! If you think about it that way then there really is no time for me to go into labor on my own anyway. And, it also makes it seem that much closer. Seriously. By Friday. Friday!!! We'll have met (and named!) our new son. I'm ready. We're all ready--as ready as we can be anyway. I'm sure I'll freak out more with each passing day or if I do somehow go into labor first I'll worry about unpainted toenails again. Maybe I should just slap some polish on to get that out of the way too. Yeah, that's what I think I'll do.

Last night I finally suffered my first real pregnant bout of insomnia. It must be several of my pregnant online friends telling me their tales of it (thanks Kristin & Cori) because I was up for nearly 2 hours. Yeouch. I might get up a ton for my potty runs (seriously 4-5 times a night) but I can always go back to sleep just fine. I really hope it was just a fluke. I really need my rest going into newborn days again.

What else? Easton was much nicer today. Actually he was an angel once he woke from yesterday's nap. We had a silly morning and then headed off to Gymsters. He did well up until separation time, of course. I just don't know what the deal is. Everyone wished me luck as they all heard that I was having the baby on Friday. Crazy. We came home and Easton had his usual yogurt and then it was time for his nap. He wasn't extreme like yesterday but a little hyper. He kept trying to get up out of bed. Normally if he did that I would leave and come back after a few minutes. When I'd leave he'd cry and would therefore be glad when I'd come back and he'd lay down. Well, lately when we leave he'll play with his curtains (a no no) or peel his wallies off the wall (another big no no). So, I just did my best "What would Supernanny do?" and kept my cool, didn't leave, but would lay him back in his bed without a word. Or I'd continue singing my lullaby as I'd lay him down acting like his silliness wasn't affecting me a bit. He "got" it before long and layed down to go to sleep. At one point in my singing/patting I warned him that I was almost done and would sing one more time (not that he was asking, I was just preparing him) before I left. He said, "Yeah" and went to sleep. Before I even left! It'll be really interesting to see/hear how his sleeps go with my mom here. I don't even know what to predict.

Today after nap we're heading out for a few groceries. Jason chose our meals for the next 2 nights and then said on Thursday (my last supper!) he'd bring something home so I could have something delicious that I don't have to cook myself before I'm not allowed to eat for awhile. Here's our silly beggar boys at dinner last night:

Starting at midnight Thursday night/Friday morning I can't put anything in my mouth. I'm going to have to write myself reminder notes for in the middle of the night as I always suck down a bunch of water from the sink like a cat when I get up to potty. I would hate to delay my surgery because of something stupid like drinking water. I wonder when I'll be able to eat again after my surgery. Last time it was about 36 hours later, but my recovery will be different this time as I won't be completely bedridden while they drug me hoping I won't start seizing. Actually that's just an assumption. Jason noticed my face is looking a little puffy. (He's allowed to say this.) However, my blood pressure is still fine and I haven't gained any weight (water retention). We'll see the doctor tomorrow and I'll mention the swelling. My cankles are still there too. I don't think it's preeclampsia, though. I still think I'll make it to Friday and won't need the extra drugs around delivery. Please God, that's what I pray for anyway. That drug sucks big time. Plus the pain killers. It's a wonder I remember anything at all from Easton's delivery and such.

Anyway, I think that's all for today, my friends. Stay tuned...and Happy Fat Tuesday!

Morning Monster

Oy...what a little stinker pie Easton has been today. He woke up just after 8 calling for his Daddy. Daddy wasn't here, though. Ugh. For 20 minutes he refused to let me be in his room. Well, not that he's the boss of me but he sure wasn't happy if I was there. Come to think about it he wasn't all that happy if I was gone either. He was just plain cranky. Eventually I got Jason on the phone and put it to E's ear but that didn't help. Once I got him to drink some milk he was better. But, geesh, what a crankster.

The rest of the morning was pretty whiney too. Not my favorite of days. And nap time? Grrrr. For the very first time, I think, he refused to even walk up the stairs to his room. We are very good about warning him that there will be an upcoming change in activity. Plus, he is totally used to having his yogurt while he watches Little Einsteins, then when it is over we go up for his nap. Not today. Well, he wouldn't walk up the stairs. So I carried him. Then he just screamed and thrashed in my arms once we were in his room readying it for his nap telling me, "All done! All done!" I just talked sweetly to him (somehow!) and began sort of rocking him as I stood holding him while singing some of his preferred lullabies. Goodness gracious...he has never refused sleep that way before. Jason likes to point out that eventually all kids start trying to get out of going to sleep. I'm becoming more and more convinced. Last night when he woke an hour and a half after going to bed and he was up for half an hour. Then, he cried out for me again at 4:30 or so this morning too, but he went back to sleep before I had to go in there. Whew. Hmmmm. I guess we need to make his room and sleep happy again somehow. He was soooo totally falling asleep as I knelt next to his bed and patted and sang but when I'd stop to leave he'd cry, "more song! more song!" Same with last night. Today I had him say "please" and told him "one more song and then we're all done. Easton needs to go night night". And it worked...this time. I'm not sure what we're going to do but I think we are really going to try to keep the naps going and go with a little later of a bedtime. For now. We'll see how it goes and we'll see what happens when my mom is here with him. I just don't know...

Anyway...my cankles are still mega-swollen today. Yuck. It makes my feet ache when I walk around and stuff too. However, I still feel like we'll make it to Friday. And, despite them saying he's 18 days ahead of dates and me going, "Eek! He's huge!" I really don't think he'll be that enormous. My current prediction is only 7 pounds, 15 ounces (that's still 4 pounds bigger than E). We'll see, though. I just don't feel like he's that gigantic in there but what do I know. I'd love to be pleasantly surprised with a chunker. I think.

After Cranky Pants wakes up we'll probably head out to make a Christmas return. Then who knows? That's all I've got. Adios!

Gung Hay Fat Choy!

Happy Chinese New Year, I guess. It's also Vietnamese New Year. How do I know this "fact"? My eyebrow waxer last night told me. The place is called "American Nails" but I don't think anyone there is actually American. But whatever. My eyebrows are fine but she asked me if I work and I told her I stay at home with the kid(s) and she said, "Oh...you lazy. Ha ha ha ha!" Huh?!?! I wasn't sure if she was truly joking. I hope so. Big poopie.

Anyway, this is the year of the pig. The Golden Pig actually, which occurs once every 60 years. I do not know what this means but Deuce will be a pig. Easton is a monkey. I don't know what that means either. Okaaaaay...that was random.


We had a good day. Easton was up early and we didn't even try to nap him today. Jason and I went on our fondue date. Mmmmmmmmmm. My mom and Lauren E-sat again and even though he hadn't napped he was apparently great for them. Yay! Since he didn't nap we did his 7:45 bedtime and he was asleep by 7:50. Nice. But back to yesterday...

Well, once Easton woke up from his nap (1 minute before I was going to wake him up) I intervened quickly to try to preempt any of his usual post-sleep crankies. I said, "Did you take your nap like a big boy?" which reminded him of his reward and he smiled and talked about the "wash". We all got ready and headed out for the car wash. Oh the excitement! Easton got to sit on Daddy's lap while we waited in line for our turn and during the wash itself. Very fun. After we buckled him back in his seat we headed to the grocery store where he got to drive a car cart, eat his free cookie AND ride the 1 cent horse. A blast for our special 2 year old. Gotta make the most of his "only child" status while we still can.

We kept him up that extra half hour for bedtime again last night and it went much better. He mumbled to himself for just a few minutes and then was quiet. Woo hoo!

Today we didn't do a heck of a lot before our date...I did some cleaning, Jason vaccuumed, and then E and J headed to the park on Easton's "cycle" while I showered and straightened my hair. As I was shaving my legs for this afternoon's hot date I noticed some major swelling in my cankles. Yikes! I hopped on the scale as a measure of how much water I was retaining and found I had actually lost weight. Hmmm. But, not too worried about the swelling then.

Actually last night I had some of my first major contractions. At about 1 am I woke up in pain. These contractions finally involved my whole uterus. I could feel it all through my belly and my back too. Ouchie! This was new for me. My normal Braxton Hicks are mostly on the right and middle of my belly. And only in front. But, last night I had 3 big strong contractions in about 10 minutes and then they went away. I woke up later having 1 more and had 1 at breakfast today so obviously they're still not labor. But, after having one on top of another in the middle of last night I was wondering if that was it. I was making plans in my head about calling my mom up and trying to clean the tubs and paint my toenails while we waited for her to get here. Huh!?!? I am so strange. However, I did clean the bathrooms today so they're ready when Deuce is. Here is me today:

38 weeks 1 day. 5 weeks past where I got with Easton. Awesome. Anyway, after last night I am fully aware that natural childbirth is not for me. I had always suspected this and even though my contractions last night weren't unbearable or even required breathing through I knew that if it was real labor it would get much much worse...and the pushing...ack! An epidural would be in order for me if I was to go about it the "normal" way. And I like to think I have a pretty high threshold for pain. At least I used to. I just would want to enjoy the experience as much as possible and for me, I think that would involve an epidural. And for Jason to enjoy the experience as much as possible it would definitely involve an epidural. :) No matter, though. It's not even an issue for us.

Okay, well, as I'm blogging here bedtime is not going as well as it did. He went to sleep an hour and a half ago (the length of a nap) and now he is up crying in his bed. I've already been in once for "more song". Shoot. Gotta deal with that some more. Bye!

Last Night's Trip to L&D

No worries...everything is fine and I'm still pregnant...you didn't miss anything. However after the slower heartrate yesterday at the doctor and the fact that I'm supposed to really be paying attention to fetal movement I totally noticed Deucie was out of sorts all day. I wasn't feeling much from him at all...there was some movement (and hiccups!), I knew he was still with us and all but I wasn't sure he was completely peachy in there either. Even after doing all the things I was supposed to do: eat, hydrate, lie on left side and count for movements, shaking my belly about to wake him up...still not much. After dinner is when he's usually his most crazy active self. Not last night. Eventually I called labor and delivery just for some thoughts and opinions. None of my old nurse friends were on last night so the advice I got was "call your doctor". So I did. Our favorite one was on-call and she called right back. She knows I know the basics so she was like, "I'm sure you're doing all the right things and obviously you're concerned since you called...what do you think about coming up for an NST (non-stress test)?" While I didn't love the idea, I agreed. We decided I'd go up myself since Easton was asleep. If Jason needed to come up later (if something was amiss) then he could.

Luckily everything was just fine. As soon as she put me on the monitor Deucilydoo had what they call an "accel" where his heart rate accelerated--it's a good thing--"reassuring" if you will. So, we knew he'd be fine right then. Although I had to be hooked up for at least 20 minutes...that's protocol. He continued to have accels as appropriate and my NST was "reactive" which is what we want. You can also say it was "reassuring". Anyway, after exactly 20 minutes on the monitors I got to head back home. While being montiored the little stinker was finally moving, showing off some of his best moves. Isn't that the way it goes? It was nice just sitting there and listening to his little heartbeat variability interspersed with sounds (and sights!) of him moving and kicking away in there. I'm glad to know he's okay and he's being plenty active today.

If the NST was non-reactive they would've likely done an ultrasound to further assess matters and then potentially my C-section (since I'm term) could've followed. Luckily we didn't have to deal with any of that.

My BP last night was high for me this pregnancy but normal for everyone else. It was 119/71...of course the nurse wouldn't think anything of that but I did find it interesting. Perhaps I was still holding on to some nervousness over whether or not Deuce was okay in there? Well, whatever...it was just something interesting to note.

Anyway...onto some other topics...last night we kept Easton up for an extra half hour, just to see if it would make any difference at bedtime. It might have. He still called for me after 15 minutes but it was kinda half-hearted again and we never had to go in. He was quiet for the night about 25-30 minutes after I left him at 8:15.

Today his nap was rough again. I dealt with the first couple rounds and then sent for reinforcements...Daddy! We have resorted to bribing our child with promises of going to the car wash and having a cookie if he takes a nap. I'm sure none of the sleep books recommend this technique but desperate times call for desperate measures, people. It'll just take me coming to terms with the fact that he's not a napper anymore before we can all give up altogether. I'd give up sooner if Decue wasn't less than a week away and if I was convinced E wouldn't be too cranky in the evenings. The thing is, when he does end up falling asleep he often stays asleep until I wake him. I've had to wake him from, like, his last 4-5 naps. At least. Maybe after we're home with Deuce and Jason is here to help deal with it all we might let E give up the naps. I just don't know though. Part of me wants to check out our favorite "No Cry Sleep Solution" book which has a toddler and older child edition. I would love for him to continue napping so I might at least flip through the book. My library has it. Anyhoo... The final time Jason had to go in for E's nap he asked Easton if he wanted to hear a story. Easton said yes so J told him he had to lay down and close his eyes. So, Easton got into position, eyes closed and all and listened to J's made-up tale of a little kid on a tricycle racing a big kid on a bike. The prize was a glass of lemonade and a cookie. The little kid wins but is nice and shares with the big kid. The End. But when Jason was done Easton said, "Amen" Ha ha ha!!! Oh well.

Wow, no pictures for 2 days straight now. Wonder what's up with me? Part of it was me being gone all morning...I had breakfast with my pal, remember? Maybe today we'll get around to taking some pics. Tomorow Jason and I are planning a sort of last minute date before becoming parents to 2. The only thing is my favorite restaurant fills up quick and the only reservation we could get is at 3 (or 9:30!). So we'll be heading for a very early dinner while Gramoo and Lauren come E-sit once again. At least Easton will be familiar and comfy with them. And they won't have to do bedtime. And I won't have an uncomfortably full belly when it's time for me to go to bed tomorrow night. Trade offs, I guess. Anyway...that's all (all?!?!) from me for today. Until next time...

Eek! Just a Week!

It'll be no more than a week now before baby boy #2 joins the fam. Wow. The beginning of the pregnancy seemed to fly by...now, not so much. Oh well. Although, I find it nearly impossible to believe I'll be 38 weeks tomorrow. Awesome. And soooo different from last time.

We had an appointment this morning. I gained another 2 pounds since last week putting me at a grand total of 23 (or is it 22?). Anyway, my blood pressure remains low at 90/64. We listened to the little dude's heartbeat and it was slow for him: 120s...you could just tell it was slower even though we don't always count. And because she (the doc) could tell it was slower, too, she did count. But seemed fine with it. And 120s is certainly normal for a baby. Jason said it started to speed up as we listened. I do admit I was nudging my belly on the way home just to make sure he was still okay in there. I think he's a little sleepy...maybe he's gearing up for something? I guess he's dropped a little more into the pelvis. My fundal height was 37cm. Remember last week it was 38? Anyway, she thinks maybe he's dropped a little so my fundal height went down a little.

I really think we might make it till next Friday. At first I didn't think I'd necessarily get to term, then I thought with how ahead of dates Deuce was and the number of contractions I've been having he'd come before my scheduled date. Now I realize these current contractions I experience never lead anywhere (which is fine, I guess). So...even though I, of course, don't know for sure what will happen between now and next Friday, chances seem good (to me) that Deuce'll hold out (in?) until they go in and get him. Whatever. Friday is certainly a convenient day as far as my mom and Jason getting off work and such. We'll just have to wait and see as usual.

Anyway, the doctor asked if we had any questions. I didn't have any real questions but I did have to ask what the reason was for "no lifting for 6 weeks". She told us that I shouldn't lift more than 15 pounds so as not to increase my intra-abdominal pressure too much. This will hopefully give the fascia time to heal properly and I won't pop a stitch. Good to know. And I suspected the "no driving for 2 weeks" rule was for reaction times and likely still being on pain meds. I was right. I asked that too. Jason's question was, "Do you consider your hair to be brown or black?" Ha!!! It was something we had discussed the other day and he thought black, I thought brown. She says brown. Just so you know. It is a very dark brown.

After the appointment Jason left and Easton and I headed over to the Mom/Baby unit. I wanted to show him a room. The rooms at this hospital are pretty posh as far as 'spitals go (queen size beds, fridge, fancy tile in fancy bath, fake hardwood floors, pretty wood cabinets "hiding" the medical stuff like oxygen and suction ports). I didn't want Easton thinking it was some new apartment we were moving into with the new baby (and without him). So we checked out a room and I showed him where Mommy and Daddy would sleep and the little bassinet where Brother woud be. He noted the sink in the room for "hands. wash." and the bathroom with the "potty" and "tub" and the big TV/DVD set up where we could "watch". We looked at where they keep a stash of toys and the crackers and juice for visitors. I think today's visit will maybe help him. I kept saying how Mommy and Daddy and Brother would stay there for a few nights and he'd stay with Gramoo but he could come visit. He'd nod along and such. Who knows, though?

Once we got home I put him down for his nap. He gave me some of the same nap crap as yesterday but it wasn't for nearly as long. Good grief, though. It can really grate on me. I'm really glad Jason will be off for those 2 weeks after Brother comes home. We'll have to figure out a plan if he keeps this up. Bedtime last night was the same as usual. I'm really terrified he's ready to be done with his naps. Just in time to have 2 of 'em. Great.

I'm excited for the weekend...we'll have to finish some things we didn't do last weekend and I'd like to do something special-ish as a family of 3 for the last time. No idea what, though. I'm having breakfast with my friend tomorrow which will be nice too. Hope you all enjoy your weekends as well...and stay tuned!

NOT a Happy Camper Right Now

The laptop is still broken AND Easton won't nap. Great. Just great. Yesterday I experimented with him not having a real nap. It was sort of convenient with the "meet Jason for lunch in Boulder" plans that interfered with normal naptimes. Easton did actually fall asleep in the car for about 20 minutes and that was all he slept yesterday. However, it made bedtime a breeze (he was a little crankier than normal during the day and especially in his bath). But, he went right to sleep last night at his regular ol' 7:45 and then he slept through until just after 8 this morning. Good enough.

Now, today, he won't nap. AND he's not staying in his bed like he normally does. He's staying ON his bed, but not in it. It has not been fun. Frustrating, actually. Even though last night for bed was good I really don't think I'm ready for him to give up his naps. Many times I have gone in there to lay him back down, to try again with the song and patting. One time he actually started doing a fake laugh and repeating, "Mama's funny. Mama's funny." which made me laugh which I did not want to do. What a little stinker. I have no idea why he won't go down at all today. He normally does. He's still in his room, I haven't given up...yet. We'll see...

Um, back to the other night. Here is a silly picture of Jason and Lauren before their concert. I had to share the "nice" one yesterday until I got approval from Jason to share this one:


Yesterday Easton also joined me in the bathroom for some light reading:

And we made Rice Krispie treats:

And ate them:

And put stickers on the paper airplanes that came in Gramoo's Valentine:


Once again with all the stupid snow and despite leaving work early it still took Jason forever to get home from work with the Olive Garden last night. We had it after Easton was in bed. I was surprised with a new Crock-Pot (I'd been begging for it so it's "okay" for a Valentine's gift--I'm a practical gal...I didn't even need a gift). Anyway, we use our slow cooker so much that we really wanted one that was dishwasher safe. This one is. And it's a little smaller than our other one which is kinda nice too. I was happy. I'm using it right now as a matter of fact to cook tonight's chicken. Anyhoo...it was a pretty good Valentine's day.

Today we went to Circle Time and it actually went really well. This is the 3rd week of no patting song and her CD player isn't broken...maybe the CD is? Or maybe she's done with the patting song? Whatever it is I feel bad for Eastie because that's always been his favorite part. But he did well with the songs and finger plays and such that she did today and for the stories we actually moved up to sit right in front of Miss Jenny on the floor (not on the steps like usual) and he sat quiet and still in my lap. Yay! Afterwards they each got a Dum Dum and then colored Valentine's. Ha! Miss Jenny glued a heart cut out of paper towel onto a piece of red paper. Hee hee! Oh well...E colored it (only on the paper towel part, mind you) and then ate his sucker. By some very strange coincidence we sat down at tables for these projects...the family with 3 girls sat at one table and we sat at another table with 2 other boys and their moms. We got to chatting and all 3 of our boys were preemies! When does that ever happen? One was a 29 weeker (who apparently spent just 2 weeks in the hospital....Hmmmmm, I don't know if I'm buying that) and the other was a 34 weeker. They asked when I was due with the next and I got to tell them, "I'm having a C-section next Friday!" They were all surprised. The librarian who checked our books out told me, "We didn't think we'd see you today." We??? Like you all talk about who you'll see each day while you're shelving books? Anyway, everyone wished me luck. If I make it to next week I can totally see going to Circle Time next Thursday too...why wouldn't we? Won't they be surprised then too?

I'm not sure if we'll be doing much this afternoon or not. No real plans but I can always find something if we're bored or antsy. We'll see. He has actually fallen asleep as I wrote this blog. I wonder if it had to do with his humidifier? I had it set on low for his nap when it's normally set on medium (a little louder). Perhaps he's just super-used to that decible of noise? The last time I went in to make him lay down I turned it up to medium and whaddya know..he's asleep now. Hmmmm. His new soccer ball humidifier from Gramoo is here now but I haven't gotten it set up yet. Hope the humidifier noise/no sleeping thing is just a coincidence.

Anyway, while he's down now I've got to get a couple things done. Thanks for listening. Bye!

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

So...Valentine's...not much to say yet. Easton did his usual last night so he wasn't asleep till after 8:30. Then he woke up at 6:50 this morning. I stayed up chatting with my mom until Jason and Lauren got home.

Then Jason and I stayed up chatting some more about our evenings. I didn't get to sleep until at least 1 a.m. Then having to wake up when we did. Ick. I'm blogging now as E watches Nemo next to me because if/when he naps today I think I might have to lay down too.


For that last picture he laid on the pillows and wanted me to cover him with the blanket. Then, he said "Pat?" and then "Song?" and then "Kiss?" I obliged him for all of those and then he said, "Bye bye". Just like at sleep times. Silly.

My Valentine is treating us to 3 meals out today. Woo hoo! We just got home from my favorite breakfast at IHOP. Mmmmm. Before long we'll be heading up to Boulder for some lunch. I got to pick all the places too. Yum yum. I think the plan is for J to bring Olive Garden take-out home. I know it's not the fanciest place but somehow Olive Garden take-out has become a Valetine's Day tradtion for us the last 2 years. I like tradition soooo.....I think Olive Garden it is. 3 meals out is, like, the perfect way to make a day special for me. Way to go, J!

Anyway, Easton is asking for some "ah sauce" and milk so I'd better go. Happy Valentine's Day to all!

Valentine's Eve

Yesterday after I woke Easton up from his nap we decided to head out to Wal-Mart. I got to enjoy my new clean car for the first time. Easton saw the infant seat installed next to him and was like, "Oh, brother seat" again and I said, "Yeah, but brother isn't here yet...where is he?" and he said, "Mama tummy". I think he's as prepared as he's gonna be. And I think he senses it's going to happen soon.

Could be real soon. Last night I had a very vivid dream I was in labor and when I got up to answer nature's call I had visions of my water breaking on the way. Hmmm. I've never seen the future in a dream though. Usually just the opposite, actually, so maybe that means I will make it to next Friday? Who ever knows? But, just for fun we were goofing around with the camera the other night:

You see that lone red mark on my belly button? It's the only stretch mark I've gotten this pregnancy (so far!) and it's actually from my stupid belly ring. I had to take it out quite awhile ago because it was giving me that stretch mark. Lovely. Oh well. Then it got infected. That was fun. I do plan to put it back in once my belly deflates a little. Not that any of you really care.

Okay, so yesterday I had meal cooking all day in the Crock Pot. I had prepared the meal at one of those awesome meal assembly places (love those!). So, I threw it in and once it got near being done I took a peek. Blech. I sooooo did not want to eat it. It didn't even smell good and it looked even worse. It was called "Southwest Pork Roast". Now, Jason and I are very picky about our meats but we thought we could handle this. Turns out it was just a nasty pig butt a'brewing. Ick. Jason took a peek and a whiff and agreed, "We're not eating this." Easton and Jason had cereal instead and E got introduced to the fun sounds Rice Krispies make:


And we did some fun train stacking after our make-shift dinners:



Easton took forever to fall asleep last night. And he was just in his bed talking up a storm to himself. Never sad. I'm trying to figure out what to do but don't want to mess things up too much before Deuce gets here, ya know? Maybe he needs a later bedtime, maybe he needs to give up napping? But, I really want to keep his naps for at least a little longer if possible. If the trade off is that he talks to himself for over an hour in his bed each night so be it. He's not sad and he's not up playing or running around the house. Why do I care if he's awake in bed as long as he sleeps till around 7-ish the next day? (Because it's hard to hear the TV, that's why). I might experiment just a tiny bit over the next 10 days (or whatever) but we'll see. I think Jason might enjoy some extra time with E in the evenings if we push bedtime back a little. We shall see. It'll probably all get messed up once we've got two of 'em anyway.

Today Easton and I had breakfast with his festive pink hearts cup (from Gramoo last year). His juice with iron is in there for his sipping pleasure.


And then we were off for Gymsters. E had a good day at class and no separation time once again. I'm getting a little too pregnant for some of the activities but we're managing okay. It's after my C-section that I'm kind of dreading...I'm not supposed to lift him for 6 weeks! Even with other people here (for "help") it's hard to imagine not lifting my first-born at all. :( We'll see, though.

Tonight Jason and Auntie Lauren are heading to the Supernova concert and Gramoo will hang out here with me and The E to do bedtime with us. She hasn't been exposed to the routine since the room change. Since she'll be on her own with him for a few days while we're in the hospital we were all thinking she might want a refresher. And I think she's going to bring up some more activities/supplies for her E-sitting stay. That little guy is going to be so entertained while she's here he's not going to miss us at all. Okay, maybe he will a little. I'll certainly miss him but we have plans for him to visit us every single day. Whew!

Well, anyway...I might not get to post tomorrow as it's Valentine's Day and all. So, try not to worry if you don't hear from me. But, a happy V-day to everyone!

Just for Fun

I saw this on another blog I sometimes read. Since E is still napping and my blog was so short I thought I'd come back with this:
YOUR REAL NAME: Kristin
YOUR GANGSTA NAME (1st 4 letters plus izzle): Krisizzle
YOUR DETECTIVE NAME (fave color + fave animal): Purple Elephant
YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name + childhood street): Michelle Kenton
YOUR STAR WARS NAME (last 3 letters of your last name + first 2 letters of your first name + first 3 letters of Mom's maiden name): Zerkrwar
YOUR SUPER HERO NAME (2nd fave color + fave drink): Blue 'Rita
YOUR IRAQI NAME (2nd letter of your first name + 3rd letter of your last name + any letter of your middle name + 2nd letter of your Mom's maiden name + 3rd letter of your Dad's middle name + 1st letter of a sibling's first name + last letter of your Mom's middle name): Rtiavle
YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM NAME (Grandma/Grandpa's first name + Jones): Jan Jones
YOUR GOTH NAME (Black + name of one of your pets): Black Blitz

Not Much to Say

Hey all...happy Monday. I don't really have much to blog about but also thought I should check in so no one wonders (or worries) where I am.

Easton was not good about going to bed last night. He's had to have 2 time-outs today. Otherwise things are great. I think maybe Mondays might be a little hard for him after the fun weekend with Daddy and then back to boring ol' Mama who can't do too much of the wild 'n' crazy stuff right now like Dad can. We have our own versions of fun but I think it just takes him a day or so to readjust. We watched Nemo today...pretty much all the way through. Our favorite part is when the Ellen Degeneres fish speaks whale. Hee hee!

Other than that I don't think there's anything to say. Sorry to be so boring but you can use the extra time to do something else productive. Bye!