A Quest for Charlie

One thing that is good about the baby taking his sweet time, is that we had more time to procure a vehicle that he too could fit in. We had been sporting these wheels but now we are sporting these.
The first thing you may have noticed is that they are the same color. Jeremy and I are very much boring black/gray color type people. Both times it just seemed that the red vehicles were the best deals.

A lot of people seem to have this odd association with mini-vans. Like owning a mini-van means you are old, or lame, or old and lame. But to me it just means that our family finally got big enough so that a mini-van was actually a necessity. I like the way it looks, and I like the way it drives. It seems so much lower to the ground than the Jeep that it really feels more like driving a car. Jeremy just bought this yesterday, and I am really happy with it. So, I may look like a soccer mom (or a mom with a soccer ball under her shirt,) but I don't feel like one, and that is really what is important... I guess.

Well, I guess that's all. Obviously no baby yet. Now that I'm past the due date, I feel rather like a ticking time bomb.

Birth-day guesses that are still in it for the big prize:

Andrew- January 13th
Anna- January 14th
Andrea- January 15th
Hannah- January 16th

I'm still taking guesses... so don't be shy. You could be the winner of a grand prize... or something really stupid. Curiosity should be enough to entice you.

Breakfast conversation

After a lot of noise-making and laughing

Jack: Evie, what does a cow say?
Evie: Moo!
Jack: Yeah!! Hey, Evie, what does a horse say?
Evie: Moo!
Jack: No! That's a cow, not a horse!

Birth-day predictions, anyone?

Go ahead: leave your prediction in the comment section. If you win, I'll give you a prize. I don't know what, but you can bet it will be pretty lame.

The year of Charlie

I figured a follow-up blog might be nice for some of you who were probably sitting there in suspense. "Did she have the baby? Didn't she have the baby?!"

No baby yet. Last pregnancy I was SO ready for Evie to come out at this point. But now I feel somewhat comfortable and energetic, so I say "take your time, little guy." However, I do feel very excited to meet him. I'm usually too busy to think on it, but when I do, I shake my head in disbelief. Then I stop thinking about it because it seems too crazy that we could have another child in just a matter of days. Another child! Saying that doesn't begin to relate the feelings associated with it. When I think "we're having another child" I think "there is going to be another person in this world with his own personality and his own face-- a whole new person that Jeremy and I will love as much as we love Jack and Evie." It really just makes my head hurt thinking about it.

Whoa, Charlie is salsa dancing in my womb! I just looked down to see my stomach jolting around quite violently.

Okay, then. I'm off to bed.

To bed, I said.

"Does he have to SAY 'poopy diapers'?"

(If you don't want to read about the bathroom habits of three-year-olds, then skip the first paragraph.)

Jack has been a really tough little guy to potty train. Mainly because he is WAY too busy to use the bathroom. It's kind of funny thinking of him being "too busy" to stop to go to the bathroom. I mean, what if an adult said that. "You know, I really just don't have time to go to the bathroom. I have to just go in my pants and deal with it later." Well, as you all probably know, I am due with baby number three in a couple of weeks. Changing three sets of diapers is not really something I am interested in. Especially with children that are so "regular" as my kids. I often change six poopy diapers in one day. Yeah. So, I was really ready for Jack to be ready. We have been trying on and off for a good while, but I knew he was never ready. Well, a month or so ago, he got to where he would pee in the toilet. He still won't tell us when he needs to go, but if we take him in there, he is very good to do it, and also he goes for long periods of time with a dry diaper. (I'm pausing now and thinking "really, does anyone need or want to hear this?" Surely the answer is "no", but I am so exhausted that I have decided not to care.) OK, so to the point... he was always afraid to poop in the toilet. This is a pretty common thing among toddlers, but it always seemed weird to me. I'd tell him to sit on the toilet and he would immediately get up and run out of the room. Well, a week or so ago he started pooping in the toilet (oh my gosh, am I still talking about poop?) Then after a few days he just stopped doing it. Well, the other day I had an idea. I grabbed his bath frog (a safety device that doesn't fit on our new bathtub, so he just keeps watch on the sidelines):



and started talking to Jack with "Mr. Frog" in a funny voice. I said "hey, Jack! What are you doing?! Are you going to poop?!! Wow! That's amazing!" Jack got really excited and decided he wanted to impress Mr. Frog, so he tried really hard and, sure enough, he did it! He has been pooping for Mr. Frog for a week now. But he mostly only poops if Mr. Frog is encouraging him. He always says "can you do Mr. Frog?" when he sits down to poop.

Well, Evie has a new obsession: toilets. I have really been having a hard time keeping her away from them. There have been several times in the past couple of days where she got into the toilet, even when I thought I had locked the bathroom door. Well, generally she just likes to put things in there. Toys, toilet paper... her hands. Well, yesterday she dunked this little penguin in the toilet.



Fortunately I had my phone with me. I very casually took a picture of her so she wouldn't think that I thought it was funny. Well, this morning I was in the living room with Jack. I hadn't heard from Evie in a while and I hadn't checked on her because I thought I had locked the bathroom door and there is really nothing for her to get into on that side of the house. Well, finally I heard her crying. She didn't sound frantic-- it was more like a "help, please!" cry. Well, I start looking in all the rooms, and I realize that she sounded far away. I go into the bathroom and Evie is sitting IN the toilet. I mean, she has the toilet seat down and she is just stuck in the toilet, only her torso and head sticking out. Oh man, I wanted to laugh, I wanted to run and get my camera, but I knew I needed to get her out and tell her that THAT is something that we just don't do. Well, that really amused me so I thought I would blog about it. That is all.

Cute things Jack has said recently:

"Mommy, I like your forehead."
"Evie, where's my kiss?!"
"Hey, what's the big idea?!"

OK, well I am extremely tired so I'm going to go to bed. You might be glad to know that I have done a lot in getting ready for the baby and what not. I feel much better. I have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday, so I am hoping that I am not further dilated, because that could really mess up our holiday plans. "Go ahead and keep cookin' little fella."

Tidings of Comfort and Joy

When sitting here thinking about what to type, the first thing that comes to mind is "oh my goodness."

I feel overwhelmed when I try to think of all the things that should be included in this blog. But really, I just feel overwhelmed in general. Our life has been a crazy train this past month. We have moved away from Wyoming and are now somewhat settled in our new house in Bossier City, Louisiana. The settling process is quite slow going as I am so busy with Jack and Evie and I am very waddly and tired. Jeremy has also been very busy and tired (not so waddly.) He very often wakes up at 3 or so in the morning to go on jobs and usually gets home around 5:30. This usually means that he and I are very ready to go to bed at 9.

So the baby's due date is January 9th. I feel as though I'm going to just go into labor one day and not know what the heck is going on. I have not done anything in preparation for the baby being here. And I'm not just saying that. I've yet to retrieve his clothes from my sister, so of course I haven't washed them. I don't have his little bassinet set up, I don't have any diapers bought (well, I have PLENTY of diapers, just none of them are his size. At least I pray that he won't be born wearing a size 3.) I went to my doctor's appointment the other day and was alarmed when they told me I was actually dilated a little already. That's not what I was expecting to hear and although I was very happy when they told me, I later realized that that only meant that I was more likely to have him before his due date. Based on my other deliveries, I really was counting on him being late. I guess I should get on the ball. Maybe all the house decorating/organizing and the Christmas present shopping/wrapping will just have to wait this week. Maybe I should focus on the little guy that is presently jolting my stomach around quite violently.

All of this and I feel as though I am only talking about how overwhelmed I am. But really what I have been feeling more than that is overjoyed. We have already had several opportunities to see our family and friends. I have always been blessed with wonderful families, but now I am even more blessed to get to seem them virtually whenever I want. It's so wonderful that I can't express how happy I am, but that's mainly because I can't believe it. After having lived away from home and feeling so lonely on so many occasions, and having the kids being so far away from all of our family....oh. It's just too much to express, so I won't try.

I have many other things to say, but I am uncomfortable and tired and I gotta pee.

Coming to a city near you...

Boy have I needed to blog. If anything I've needed to blog just to get the word "weewee" off the top of this page. I've been meaning to blog for a while now, but it's the usual story. I'm too busy during the day, and too tired at night. No excuses, let's just get to the point.

We're moving! Sadly, some of you do not know this. All of you probably knew that Jeremy put in for a transfer, but a position has opened up for him in Bossier City, Louisiana. I am soooo very excited about the move. It's hard to believe it is actually happening. I have missed everyone in Texas so much, and now I will get to see you all so much more. My kids will be near all their family, which makes me happier than I can say. We will hopefully be moving into a house, which will be a huge change from this little condo. And really, a silly little thing that keeps boiling to the top when I think of what I'm most excited about moving... NO MORE SNOW. I really never thought I would be saying that. I was excited about the snow when we first moved here. It was nice because we didn't really have to worry about shoveling the snow or anything like that. But our garage isn't very close to our door, and the first winter I was pregnant and carrying Jack to the car, and trying not to slip. The next winter I was dealing with a baby and a toddler and the snow and the not-very-close-garage. This winter, I would be dealing with a pre-schooler, a toddler, and a big pregnant belly/tiny baby, the snow and a not-very-close-garage.... well, you get the picture. All this to say that I haven't really enjoyed the snow very much since I've been here, which has been sad. The one time I live near it and all it is is a thorn in my side. So, it sounds crazy, but I'm so glad I won't be dealing with snow this winter.

I'm also glad that this next baby won't be born in Wyoming. Not that there's anything wrong with Evie because she was born here, but I just don't like the state of Wyoming very much. Anyhow, it will be neat having all three kids born in three different states (Jack's the lucky one.)

So, our next step is house hunting! Jeremy and I will be heading to Bossier in just two days to look for a place to live. My mom left this morning to come take care of the kids so that Jeremy and I can go by ourselves. You know, we've flown quite a bit since we've lived here. It's hard to remember what it's like to fly without kids. Well, of course I will have one kid with me, but he doesn't fuss much...

After this trip, it will only be a matter of time before we move! Halliburton is paying for movers to move us (I mean, they will actually be packing up our boxes and moving them for us) and they might even be transporting our car to Bossier for us, so we won't have to make that trip with Jack and Evie in tow. Crazy!


In other news, Jack just turned three! We had a pretty fun little party for him here. His little friends came over and they had such a fun time running around playing. I'll post some pictures of his party now, and also some other ones, and maybe a video or two? Enjoy.

For the sprinkling wee-wee...

I was perusing all of my regular blogs and I was rather surprised to find that I won something! Check it!

I happen to know that "Button" is having a little girl, therefor, I am the grand winner! Most exciting.

No pee in my face THIS time around... no sir!

Here comes the son.

Well, it turns out that 11 of you were right. We are having a little boy! I don't know what it is that can make a mother feel so certain that she's having one gender or the other, but I felt so positive about this baby's boyness, that I would have been shocked if it had been a girl. Anyhow, we are very excited. More than anything, we are excited for Jack to have a little brother. Also, we are glad to help even out the boy/girl ratio on my family's side. This will make grandson #3 out of eight grandchildren. I'm thinking that Andrew and Charlotte will be providing the next boy. I mean, it IS their turn.

The pictures from our sonogram aren't very good. There are some pretty decent shots of feet and hands, but I was very sad when the little fella wouldn't show his face. Maybe he's shy. Anyhow, here are some pictures of our perfectly healthy looking baby (many thanks, God.)

Here's a foot:



Here's a shot of his face straight on. Again, not a very good shot, but you can see (or maybe YOU can't)that he has a chubby little cheek on the left side of his face.




A tiny little fist:



Here's his profile shot. Not very clear, but at the top, you may be able to pick out a little nose, and lips.



And finally, the tie-breaker shot:

Just for kicks...

I put a poll on the left hand side so that you can tell me if you think I'm having a boy or a girl. I feel pretty certain that I know what it is, but I don't want to give away the secret, you know.

Your vote is important!

A little bump, a lot crazy.

I was going to put a fork in the dishwasher just now. When I opened the dishwasher, there was steam coming out and I realized that it wasn't through running it's cycle. I quickly gasped and said "I'm sorry" and closed it very quickly.

Not really sure why I apologized to my dishwasher.

Anyhow, I thought I would take a profile picture for friends and family that live so far away. It's always alarming when you don't see a picture of a loved one until the third trimester. I'm trying to soften the blow. Here's me and Itsy Bit, 18 weeks along.

(Jack is Little Bit, Evie is Itty Bit, so of course this one is Itsy Bit.)

Hello darlin', nice to see ya...

Well, I know it has been a while, but I'm hoping to start up my blogging again with some sort of consistency. I don't think I've officially announced it on my blog, but we are expecting our third child! My due date is January 9th (coincidentally, the kids' aunt Jenna's birthday.) Pregnancy has been the reason for this blog scarceness. Jack and Evie's nap schedules keep me from napping, and by the time they are in bed at night, I usually just want to relax next to Jeremy on the couch... and the go to bed early.

I guess I have also been in a sort of slump for another reason. A month or so ago Jeremy put in for a transfer back to Texas. I think I really checked out of Casper early, thinking it was going to be a pretty sudden thing. Now here we are, still in Casper, no calls or anything like that. We still feel like it will happen, but I had gotten myself too excited into thinking it was happening soon. That combined with the exhaustion of my first trimester, I sort of gave up on Casper. Anyhow, my second trimester is here, I'm not nearly as fatiqued and I have really been trying to make more of our time here, whether short or long-term.

One reason I really need to jump back on the blogging wagon is that I have often used it to refer to Jack's milestones. Here Evie is growing up like crazy and I haven't been posting any of it. Well, I hope to change that.

Jack has been changing a lot. He's becoming more creative and imaginative. Evie has really gotten a lot more expressive and affectionate. She and Jack will run around the house screaming with each other and laughing. It's been pretty fun watching them play with each other. Jack loves on her so much and every once in a while, Evie will come up to Jack and lay her head on his back and kind of pat him. It's very sweet. Anyhow, they are too much sweetness and greatness and it takes a lot to keep from kissing them all the time. I can't imagine having another one as great as they are, but God is always astounding me.

So I guess I'll post some pictures and videos since that is my way.







Here is a video of Evie eating her birthday cake. Way overdue, but I mainly wanted to post it for the grandparents.

Veggietaled OUT.

I know. I haven't blogged in some time. We were in Texas for three weeks and then when we got back Evie got a stomach virus and passed it around to Jeremy and Jack and we've all been sick in some way for the past few days. Jack has been the most sick. A lot of laying around and watching Veggietales. Poor guy, he looks so pathetic. Anyhow, I was hoping that the next time I posted it would be a video and pictures of Evie eating her birthday cake. I made her a cake a few days ago and it's just sitting in the kitchen waiting for us to eat it. Anyhow, maybe tonight's the night. I hope so. One of my favorite all time memories is Jack eating his first birthday cake. Ok, just wanted to fill everyone in on why I've been so lame.

How 'bout some pictures to tide you over?

These winds and tides

I thought it worth mentioning that ten years ago today, Jeremy and I went on our first date. This seems very strange in some ways. But then there is a part of me that can't remember what life is like without him.






Thanks for loving me, Jeremy... and thanks for making it all so easy.

Virtual Planetoids

Evie had her 9 month appointment today... even though she's almost 11 months old (the doctor rescheduled and then we rescheduled.) Every time I bring one of my kids to see the doctor he comments on the hugeness of their heads (Both kids have never been under the 100th percentile-- it's always "off the charts."). When I was pregnant with Evie and we first started seeing this doctor, he showed a great deal of concern for Jack's head size. He kept telling me we needed to keep an eye on his head growth because it's possible that he could have hydrocephalus. I started getting extremely annoyed because I would keep saying "trust me, I have a big head, my husband has a big head-- our families are full of big-headed people" but he is one of those doctors that doesn't really listen to what you're saying. You know...he just sits there with his chart and doesn't really even look up. Every time I would remind him that it's hereditary and every time he would ignore me and say "well, if his head grows very much by his next appointment he'll need to have a cat scan."

Then Evie was born. I bring her into one of her first appointments and he says "oh, I guess large heads just run in the family."

Today doc reads all the measurements the nurse wrote down and he says "well, her head is very large..." I interrupt him in an exasperated tone (but he doesn't notice because he doesn't listen to me) "yes, both my kids heads are large. We ALL have big heads..."

Other than her freakishly large head, Evie is perfectly healthy and normal.


I'll go ahead and make this a full-out rant blog post...

Since we got the Wii in December, I have been gradually making my way through Mario Galaxy-- when the kids were napping, when Jeremy was on a job...

Never in all the time I had been playing Mario Galaxy did I have problems with the disc being scratched.

I finally completed as much as I could without beating Bowser, so I decided to take him on (on Mother's Day). I beat him and and there is a pretty epic cut scene. Before it finishes it starts skipping and I see this message:



Happy Mother's Day to me!

Since it messed up before the cut scene was over, I wasn't able to save my progress. I tried cleaning the disc later but saw that there was a very visible scratch on it.

I beat Bowser again and I got the same error message.

Fortunately Jeremy had already signed up for free 10 day trial on gamefly.com, and has added Mario Galaxy to the top of the list.

Well, that's all the ranting I have for now.

So long.

Too long for Flickr

I am sitting here posting some of my old pictures on Flickr. I started filling out a description for this picture. When I realized it was pretty long, I decided to blog it.

"An amusing story about this visit to the Empire State Building. When I was a junior in high school, and the seniors went on a trip, Andrew, Andrea and Jeremy all talked to me from the top of the Empire State Building. I was filled with jealousy and sadness because I wasn't there with them. My senior year, I forgot to call them when I was on top of the Empire State Building. A few years later, I returned to New York City with my friend Anna. I told her that this time I was determined to call Andrew, Andrea and Jeremy from the top of the Empire State Building. Maybe they could share in some of the jealousy I had once felt on the other side of that phone conversation. We get to the top, look around a bit, and then I busted out my phone card (old school!)

I call Andrew... no answer. I call Andrea... no answer. I call Jeremy's parents house. Jordan answers the phone.

"Hey, Jordan. Is Jeremy there?"

"No."

"Ah man!" (I think "Hmmm, maybe ~but probably not~ Jordan will share in my excitement!)

"Hey, guess where I am!"

"Where?"

"The Empire State Building!"

.....

"Why?"

Ugh.

Still seeking some kind of a response from someone... I call my mom, no answer. I realize that Meemaw is always an enthusiastic listener. I call her up: "Hey, Meemaw! I'm on top of the Empire State Building!"

"Oh, that's nice, dear...

Where's that?"

Nodding and Standing

Just a few things Evie has been up to lately.







(OK, so maybe I was encouraging the head nodding in the first video a little.)

Snowflakes keep falling on my head.

I wake up and there is snow EVERYWHERE! Yesterday it was 73 degrees. Now it's 27.

Gotta go get Jack's snow boots out.

Little bits

A couple of days ago, the weather in Casper finally reached 60 degrees.... for the first time this year. But when I look on the weather for tomorrow it says "Rain/Snow."

I've decided that a baby can't do anything more pathetic than crawling and crying at the same time.

Yesterday Jack experienced his first rejection from a girl. He was happily waving at his friend Mady, who is his age, and said "Hi, Mady!" She looked at him and said "Don't talk to me, Jack."

My heart melted the other day when Jack gave me a big hug, sighed, and said "my friend."

To me, these are the cutest things in the world:

-Jack reading this excerpt from the book Big Red Barn: "...with some little puppy dogs all round and warm."

-Evie waving.*

-Jack singing "Rudolph the Red-nosed-reindeer"-- particular this part: "...had a very shi-NY nose!!!"

-Evie's chubby little legs.

-Jack standing at his gate in the morning greeting me with "Good morning, Mommy!!"

-Evie, while sitting in her high chair, kicking her legs in excitement when you walk into the room.

-Jack making Evie laugh by tackling her with hugs and tickling her.

That is all.




*For those of you who do not have Flickr accounts, or are else not one of my Flickr contacts but would like to be, give me your email address. Most of my pictures are private and you can only see them if you have a Flickr account.

Time to eat cookies!

It's morning.
Cookie Monster: "Good time to eat!"
It's a good time to eat breakfast.

It's playtime.
Cookie Monster: "Good time to eat!"
It's a good time to eat a picnic lunch.

It's afternoon
Cookie Monster: "Good time to eat!"
It's a good time to eat snacks

It's evening.
Cookie Monster: "Good time to eat!"
It's a good time to eat dinner*.

It's nighttime.
Cookie Monster: "Good time to eat... COOKIES!**"



*The book says "dinner", but if you read it that way, Jack will correct you by saying "supper."
**It's important for kids to learn to sneak cookies into their room to eat after their parents are asleep.