Knee Deep

While I was gone the boys had some fun too. PopPop even took some pictures. Unfortunately PopPop got my nasty cold, that EJ passed down to me, that he got from Owen who got it from Mason. I sure hope Grandma and Lissa stay healthy.


Evidently Mason disappeared for a little while. After a moment of panic they found him sitting behind Pop Pop's car knocking off icicles and eating them. YUM!

Celebration

This weekend I celebrated 28 weeks and the start of my 3rd trimester with a little vacation. (since we are having a record winter of the snow, I figured I'd pose outside, the snow started Friday morning and continued through 5 p.m. on Sat.)

Before the snow entered the forecast, I actually had weekend plans. So you can imagine my disappointment on Thurs night when it looked like all plans would be cancelled. I was not the only disappointed one. EJ, his dad and Owen had planned to go skiing for the weekend with my dad and brother in-law, Alex. My mom, my sister, Mason and I were going to hang out in Richmond.
My mom drove down, but when the snow started falling Friday morning and they announced the ski area would be receiving 2 feet of snow, the guys decided not to go. I will admit I was not happy. Mean and nasty might better describe my attitude, plus I had a terrible head cold.
Well, my mom kidnapped me and she and I got snowed in at my sister's incredibly quiet house!
I felt guilty leaving the men alone for the weekend (Ed has been working so hard to help us) but I am really not much help anyway and at least they had 1 less to take care of.
It's amazing what sitting on a different couch in a different house will do for the spirits of one who has been trapped for 35 days. They waited on me hand and foot. My only real contribution was clipping coupons :) We watched lots of HGTV, the movie "Whip It," played Scrabble and talked and talked.
I may as well have been on a 3 day cruise. I feel like a completely different woman.

Just a Glance

A calm moment in our house yesterday. PopPop fixing a delicious stir fry dinner and the boys playing with play-doh. For most of the day PopPop and I divided and conquered. The boys have forgotten how to play nice, actually how to even coexist in the same room. It's ugly around here, but we survived another day. Owen's school had a delayed opening this morning, but he is there now, at least for today, not sure what the weather will do tomorrow.
I took the following 2 pictures primarily for entertainment. Please take careful notice of their outfits and hair length. Yes, Owen is wearing a cameo hooded zipped up sweatshirt under a t-shirt with cameo pants. I promise he has not seen eminem in concert. Both desperately need haircuts, and I do too for that matter. They have however, still been bathed regularly and their clothes are clean (thanks to grandma).

Overcast

I should probably not even start writing. 29 days of laying on the couch and day 5 of 2 kids trapped inside, is not bringing out the best in me. Thankfully EJ's dad is here to help. God's timing is so perfect. Ed was suppose be here last week, but a death in the family pushed his visit back. Little did we know Owen would be out of school possibly this entire week from our big snow storm. I have no idea what we would have done otherwise. The boys are showing signs of distress and the lack of discipline is adding up.

A little sunshine would probably help! Jan and Feb are my hardest months regardless. I really do want to be a snowbird in retirement. EJ thinks I am joking, but I am not!

Another snow storm is expected to hit Friday night. I guess it's better than missing spring! Although that's a possiblity too.

Told you I shouldn't have started writing. Just keeping it real!

Waiting

EJ set up the crib this weekend. It still catches me off guard when I walk past the room. My heart speeds up quite a bit. Mostly from excitement but some degree of what the heck!

I am not looking forward to the sleepless nights again, constantly wondering what this little guy with be like and anxious to be done with bed rest.

Today, Owen used a toy telescope and our digital camera to take a picture of "baby" through my belly button. Boy was he excited to see a small dot of yellow and reds (I let a little light in) it almost looked like we were seeing inside my stomach. I didn't have the heart to tell him it was still my belly button.

Mason calls the baby "munchkin" and I think understands a little better now that we set up the crib.