Father's Day Weekend

This weekend was great, mostly because Matt was off.
We went to Joshua's b-day party at the Jumping Party on Saturday, FUN! Matt was there so Adelaide had someone to chase her. Stephanie had rented the whole place so it was just the kids for his party there, which made it oh so much more enjoyable. We made our way to Walmart to replace our little pool and bought a bigger, better one. We spent a lot of time playing in that all weekend.
Sunday was of course Father's Day, so we showered Matt with all our love and attention. He got a card from each of us (even Christian). Even though I told him I wasn't going to get him anything, I bought him the new Rodney Carrington CD.
It was all together a wonderful weekend with Matt.

My Chubby Cheekster

We went today for Christian's 3D ultrasound. We decided to take Adelaide so she could see that there really was a baby in mommy's belly. She was very interested in baby Chris until she realized there was a plastic tree in the office she could play with. She was actually a very good girl, a pleasant surprise.
At first he had his foot right in front of his face, too cute. Then we got that moved and he had his umbilical cord in front of his lips. But overall we got some cute pics of my little chubster. He has big cheeks, Adelaide's nose, and what looks to be my lips. All together he is just a cute little chubby package of joy.
I am really excited about him getting here now.

My sleeping angel

For nearly a week now Adelaide will not nap in her room. I will do our normal routine, but she will not go to sleep. After an hour of trying to get her to sleep or after a second hour of attempting to get her to nap, I have been laying down with her in our bed. Today it was the last check of the hour and I found her sleeping in her bedroom, on her toy chest. I was so afraid she would fall off, but I didn't want to wake her either so I just let her stay there. She slept on there for an hour and a half.

Christian's Room

Some progress has been made and more to come when I get off the computer in a minute. I still have a slightly overwhelming list of stuff to finish before he gets here. It was a lot easier when I was pregnant with Adelaide, cause I could focus all my time and energy on being pregnant and getting ready. Now all my time and energy is still focused on her, but it's running after her. Right now I would love to take a nap with her, but this is my only free time.

Baby Shower

Yep! I had a great baby shower, thrown by 3 of the greatest friends, with some of the greatest friends as guests. I'm happy :D

The Love Of Two

I am terrified of having 2 children, not on the taking care of aspect but the love aspect. I am afraid I won't have enough for this new one or Adelaide will feel like I don't have time for her. It's been just Adelaide and I, but now we are going to add lil Christian. Anyways... Someone posted this in my pregnancy group and I thought it was interesting.

The Love Of Two~ author unknown

I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship. Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited. And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?

Then he is born, and I watch you. I watch the pain you feel at having to share me as you've never shared me before.

I hear you telling me in your own way, "Please love only me." And I hear myself telling you in mine, "I can't," knowing, in fact, that I never can again.

You cry. I cry with you. I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared. A relationship we can never quite have again.

But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty. I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him -- as though I'm betraying you.

But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.

More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine. The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.

But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two. There are new times -- only now, we are three. I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.

I watch how he adores you -- as I have for so long. I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments. And I realize that I haven't taken something from you, I've given something to you. I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.

I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong. And my question is finally answered, to my amazement. Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you -- only differently.

And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I now know you'll never share my love. There's enough of that for both of you -- you each have your own supply.

I love you -- both. And I thank you both for blessing my life.

Mattress In A Box

I am absolutely amazed by Adelaide's mattress in a box. We bought her a twin bed. We bought it on-line from Wal-Mart and had it shipped to the store. We pick it up Friday and they pull out 2 boxes and that was it.
I asked "where is the mattress?"
To which they said "it's in this box."
"???" was the only response I could come up with as I had an extremely dumbfounded look on my face.
We pulled it out of the box and oh my! The mattress had been rolled up and vacuum sealed. I was blown away when we opened it up and found an actual twin mattress in this little box. It is very comfy and Adelaide has been playing on it all day.
The box...

The mattress...

OCD

I have always been told by people that I am OCD. Matt really likes to tease me about it. I am really not, I just like certain things a certain way. I like my sheets nicely made before I go to bed, I like toilet paper going over (and I tend to make sure every bathroom I walk in has it that way). Working at a grocery store I always made sure everything stacked up perfectly and my co-workers hated that. Of course I was the boss so they had no choice. This morning I did an application on FB that was was about OCD, I was "way OCD."
So last night Adelaide woke up and went to her bedroom gate saying "Mommy help" in a soft sweet tone. I walk into her room, she takes my finger and walks me to her bed. She points at her bed with the sheets and comforter all messy and says again "mommy help." I fix her bed, she crawls right back in, and is asleep in a flash.
She is definitly my child.

The Last Lecture

If something inspirational happens in my life it is because of Donna, Matt's co-worker (Katy's aunt). She gave Matt the book "The Last Lecture" to read. I have been wanting to read it and Matt is always busy so I read it.
Oh my, how I love this book. The author is Randy Pausch, a professor at Carnegie Mellon who was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and only had months to live. He was asked to give the annual "last lecture" at Carnegie Mellon. The lecture was a u-tube favorite and was shown on many talk shows. If you haven't seen it, you MUST (www.thelastlecture.com).
Anyways, the book builds off and around the last lecture. It is an amazingly, inspirational book about living from a man who was dying.

29 Weeks

From Baby Center:
Your baby now weighs about 2 1/2 pounds (like a butternut squash) and is a tad over 15 inches long from head to heel.
Really?
I feel like I just found out I was pregnant. I can't believe that I have roughly 11 weeks left until I have little man, until I have 2 children. I just find it amazing how fast time is flying by. Not to mention how amazingly uncomfortable the last trimester is. How did I forget? I know I have just started and that is what makes it worse, cause it will get worse. I have finally started to realize I can't do everything. But I have also realized that I only have 11 weeks left and everything to do, AHHH!

Potty Progress

Thursday through Sunday we tried pull-ups. We had no success with the potty. Yesterday we decided to put her in big girl panties. She had a lot of accidents, they weren't as messy as I thought they would be. She began to understand when she peed and would rush to the potty. She actually went pee-pee in the potty twice. I am so proud of her.

The other day she decided to put her panties on all by herself.