baby number 3

Gosh. Lots to talk about over here. But first, in case you missed it, I am indeed pregnant with baby number three. We told Evelyn after my first doctor appointment (which is a story in and of itself, I took both kids to my appointment by myself for my first exam; spread a blanket out, dumped some goldfish and some toys and hoped for the best). And telling Ev was just about the best thing ever.

She got to tell both sets of grandparents and that was funny. She was super intent on opening up some mail and dead panned, ‘Mama has a baby in her tummy,’ (tear tear the envelope). They were like, ‘what? Is she serious?’.

I’m due New Years Eve. I was discussing some pregnancy symptoms with Wes and realized the fun fact that I have been pregnant in 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, and judging by the fact the Jack was a day late, will be pregnant in 2017 as well. It sounds kinda like a lot.

We’re not finding out but I’m 90% sure it’s a girl. I wasn’t really surprised that Ev was a girl and that Jack was a boy. But I will be very surprised if this is a boy. I kind of want a brother for Jack, mainly because I see Wes with his brothers, and I don’t have a sister. So I just think that me and Ev can stick together and the boys can be boys. But since I’m so sure this is a girl, I am already wondering if we should have another to try for a brother.

And then I went to the doctor this week for my fourth ultrasound. And they want me to come back on Friday to see a specialist. And it’s not really stressful except who likes going to the doctor? The scenario is the same, baby breech, head measurement at zero percentile. Because they can see the patter, they are not concerned, just would like a specialists stamp of approval.

Since Jack was a successful VBAC, I’ve not really considered the possibility that this one won’t be too. And then I go in and keep hearing ‘breech,’ and I’m like oh gosh. What if…nope. Not going down that road. But it still toys around at the back of my brain. And so this week for the first time, I was like, wow, imagine if this was my last?

But. I’m doing my pilates. Jack flipped around thirty three weeks, and there’s plenty of time for this one to. I’m remembering that Jesus knows me and my desires. And I’m finding him reminding me that he’s with me.

Like on Monday. I had to get lab work done. I walked into the waiting room and began the check in process and immediately was drawn to the monologue happening over to my left. An older gentleman, who looked like your average Joe but didn’t necessarily act like it was cheerfully telling an older lady about his upcoming Halloween party. He was pretty thrilled to be dressing up as a sheriff and went on to detail different parts of his costume, including badge and hat and…He looked up and saw that there was another person to visit with and began to tell me about the black pants and shoes he was to wear and how he was going to wear his very own glasses and that I wouldn’t even be able to recognize him. I told him I probably wouldn’t.

And then he pulled out a couple fun facts about himself, including that he could sing songs in sign language.

I told him I liked sign language and asked what his favorite song was.

He beamed and proudly told me ‘Jesus Loves Me!’.

I said go for it and I’ll do it with you.

And so I stood at the sign in desk and he sat in his chair and began slowly saying the words. Jesus loves me. This I know. For the bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong. They are weak but he is strong. Yes. Jesus loves me. Yes. Jesus loves me. Yes. Jesus loves me. The bible tells me so.

And together we signed. And I had to blink a bit as he repeated, Jesus loves me.

And I’m pretty sure Jesus was there.

And here we are. One, two and three. 

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where i am a hero

I know, it’s not very exciting to read about me blabbing about my hero status, but I’m on a high from exercise endorphins and feel like this week deserves to be documented. Because after all, it’s not every week where I feel like I can put on my red dress and dance around like the emoticon lady. One recent Friday afternoon ended with both kids in the tub, Jack screaming bloody murder at me and me, dissolving into tears. True story. The next time the kids were in the bath and Jack angrily yelled at me, Ev looked nervously at me and asked if I was going to cry.

Haha. So. This week deserves to be fondly remembered. Last Sunday, Wes gave me the morning off and when I emerged from our bedroom at 10:00 he haggardly looked at me and was like, ‘oh my gosh! I’m so ready to go to work!’. Insert more laughter.

Perhaps with that in mind, I formulated a plan for the week, figured out what was going to be for dinner and then made a grocery list and headed to the store. Novel idea eh? Ah…It was transforming. Even though my little darlings turned their nose up at the amazing homemade mac and cheese I had lovingly prepared, I felt like a hero with my organized fridge and meals and leftovers and brain.

And in between all that goes on with little darlings, I packed the upstairs rooms, and have the basement 80% packed and cleaned and organized. Maybe even 90%. (Wait, why am I packing? Whoops, another blog another day). AND I’ve done prenatal pilates four times, once with the children and once with the whole family. And I pretty much feel like I could put my cape on and fly around.

So cheers to this feeling, be it ever so fleeting. Perhaps it’ll stick around because after all, I’ve already planned next weeks menu. Woot woot.

And to be noted, it was a stunning weather week, with only a touch of nicely seasonal gloom, the kids took some amazing naps, I talked on the phone to my dad for 30 uninterrupted minutes, a great friend for 52 minutes, had coffee and conversation with friends and decided to take a page from sister Em’s book and do Friday adventures. And so we ventured to Yoder’s to feed the goats and were all stoked when our favorite person was able to slip away and join us.

What a great week.

Ev feeling the baby kick and asking if I can show her the baby’s eyes on wifi. 

I told Ev we were going to her aunt and uncles house so she took it upon herself to get Jack dressed and chased him and cornered him until she succeeded. Classic firstborn.

He is incredibly patient.Yep. Good week.

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mornings with ev.

Mornings are not quite as interesting as they were back in early summer. So that’s nice. Generally, I hear Ev trot down the stairs. She runs into our room and checks on Wes’s side of the bed. If it’s during the week, he’s already gone and so she runs to the fridge and helps herself to a yogurt. Depending on the brand, I get a yogurt stuffed into my face with a whispered, ‘Mom. Can you open this?’. I generally do this with my eyes closed and she trots off to a various table to eat her yogurt.

She then hops in bed with me and gnaws on her blanket for 5-20 minutes. Then she whispers, ‘Mom. I’m ready to eat my cereal.’. I tell her to go get her bowl and then I blearily stumble from bed and pour the milk for her.

Things were much more entertaining back in the summer when I awoke with a jolt to hear her giving a tour of our refrigerator to someone on facetime. Insert all the horror and gasping emoticons. First thought was, ‘Oh please don’t let that be my former boss from Allstate’ whom she had just called the day before.

‘And here’s the ketchup and the juice and the milk and the chocolate and the…’

Oh my gosh!

I received these group emails later that morning.

So my phone started buzzing at 6:45 this morning.  I ignored the first buzz as I was enjoying sleeping in just a tad.  Finally after 4 ring cycles, I figured I should check it in case someone really needed to get a hold of us. So I picked it up and saw that it was Evelyn wanting to FaceTime!  I answered, and for 30 minutes we had a nice chat.🙂🙂 I asked about Mama and was told Mama is sleep.  Jack was apparently asleep too because I never saw him.  I also inquired about breakfast.  I then got an entire tour of the refrigerator, with each food item named: salsa, yogurt, milk, wine…absolutely hilarious.  In between all this chit chat she would intermittently say “Where is Uncle Dave?!”  I would find him for her and he would say HI EV!  We would go back to our visiting about Mimi, Granddad, Mimi’s garden, blackberries, etc.  and again she would ask about Uncle Dave.  “Is Uncle Dave drinking his coffee?”  I would say Yes, but I needed to SHOW that Uncle Dave was drinking coffee.  We visited about going to MeGee and Poppy’s house.  She is not driving there, she is flying on an airplane.  That’s right, I said.  And, flying is way better.  She also told me she wants to come to my house and THEN go to MeGee and Poppy’s house which I wholeheartedly supported.  I even said she could swim in my nice pool and play with some great toys. After about 20 minutes she said “I’ll let you go, I’m going to call Daddy”.  Apparently Daddy wasn’t available because I got another ring back and we visited another 10 minutes. 🙂

Oh yes we got it at 4:45 I showed her it was dark here and she informed me the sun was awake there and daddy told her to go to bed but she did not obey and everyone was “a sweep”. She wanted to see poppy and I informed her phone call woke him up so he was going to the bathroom and she wanted to see that. I politely declined. Glad the grandmother and aunt could keep the 2 year old entertained

The funny part was when she was talking to us we kindly suggested she call aunt Stacy. That aunt Stacy would luuve to visit with her right then. We didn’t even get a good bye. Click. That was 4:45 so she wasted no time   How does she know who to call?

Ah Ev. I think this will make me laugh for a long time.

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Sweet communion

Ahhh. There are few things more wonderful in life than watching your kids commune together. I’m all the sudden sensing all sorts of spiritual parallels here and I’ll let you noodle on those in your spare time.

After months of mom needing to be at the center of everything, I’m still just reveling every time I watch them entertain each other. They get such joy from the other and I just bask in it. True, much of their communion comes from food, but sometimes they just sit and laugh at each other. And I raise two hands in praise.

Gosh they make my day.

(You’ll also notice that occasionally, Jack does wear more than a diaper.)

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Afternoons with Jack 

The days where it’s just me and Jack in the afternoons are slowly diminishing, but it’s working out well. I’m  enjoying the time by myself while both kids nap together (red emoticon dancing lady) but also enjoying his squishiness when I do have him by myself.

He’s really such a nut. I’d describe his personality these past few weeks/months as hot and cold. When he’s sweet, there’s not much more cuddly and squishy and adorable. And when he’s a grouch…he’s SUCH a grouch. Good news is that three molars popped through today with the fourth barely visible. Hopefully this improves life.

He can say a few words, one of the first was ‘trash’, and he takes much pleasure in throwing things away for me and then examining the contents of the trash can. He dances just like me (actually both kids do) and when dance parties in the kitchen commence, I crack up at how hilarious they look, knowing that I look just as cool.

He’ll show you where his teeth are, very good with pointing out the nose and Poppi is working with him on ears and eyes through facetime. We’re getting there.

Basically, he’s a character and as I watch him toddle around our room, I’ll look over at Wes and say, ‘Gosh, I’m so glad we have a little boy.’


Jack. Your smirk never fails to make me laugh.

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Labor Day 

Pretty much the best labor day weekend on the books although I guess I’d have to go back and examine the books to make sure.

But golly, it was a good one. After being sick for days, and our friends being sick for days, we were finally able to get together with quite a few of them.

We kicked off Friday night with a trip to a near by lake to fish and have a picnic dinner. Ev caught the biggest fish, loved holding the worms, and a couple of us tried to hold back mirth at Wesley’s amazing attempts to cast with a hot pink, two foot long, Disney princess fishing pole. Ah Wes, he’s such a good sport.

Did I mention that after loads of heavy, humid weather, Friday brought us four full days of supremely delightful weather-it was pretty much like living in San Luis so that was amazing.

Saturday we drove around looking at real estate. I’ll detail this later, I promise.

We ended the afternoon excursion at Yoders where watching the kids never gets old. Such delight at feeding the goats. Jacks giggles and excitement are extremely contagious. Ev was entranced with the bunnies and I sat back on a bench watching Wes watch her and wondered how long it would be before he mentioned getting her a bunny. About seven minutes later he came over to me and said, ‘I wonder how much work bunnies are.’.

Ah Wes, you’re the best.

Wes mowed and Jack fell to sleep and it was adorable.

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Sunday, we ventured to Jack’s Shop Kitchen (my third time that week), to have brunch with some friends we haven’t seen in ages. That was top notch. And then that evening we got together with five couples, all Virginia guys that had married California girls. And gosh, was that ever a hoot. I think I mainly just laughed.

Monday, Wesley took the family flying. I’ll perhaps blog about the anxiety I can get while he’s away from me flying, but as long as we were all with him, I don’t have too much fear. I did think, ‘Oh my gosh, if he had a heart attack or something, I would have absolutely no idea how to get out of the sky.’ That was a rather panicky thought so I asked him how to contact the ground. Ha.

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And then we looked at the most beautiful home ever.

And then we went over to a friends house and cooked out over the fire.

Can you say top ten?

I’ll say it.

Top ten.


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chitter chatter

Conversations with Ev are amazing. She talks pretty much nonstop and not only does she have some great one liners, she has incredible voice inflection. My aunt googled it and declared it, ‘great cadence.’ For instance, her tone might start out at a G below middle C, but towards the end of the sentence, she’s up in her falsetto at a B flat.

So while the stuff she puts together cracks us up, how she says it just really sends us over the edge.

The other night she was watching football and just giving play by plays to no one in particular. ‘Oh I love basketball! You just spread out and you run. There they go! Wow! They are running so fast! Oh they all fall down!’.

Sitting on the stairs watching Jack tumble around, ‘Mama, I love you and daddy loves you and all the children love you and that makes you happy!’.

‘Dad, I don’t want you to go to work this week. I want you to stay home with us this week. No, you’re the best Dad.’

On my birthday, fingering my new dress, ‘Man! Look at you! You look so pretty!’.

Last week outside, we were all sick and rather comatose and she held Jack in a chair and combed his hair with a Popsicle stick for at least 20 minutes…and quietly chattered to him the whole time. ‘Wow, Jack! You are being so brave! Good boy Jack! Are you so brave? I wuv you! Good boy! Oh! Do you hear the airplane Jack? Do you remember the big airplane we were on yesterday? Do you ‘member? We flew on a big airplane to see Poppi and Megee! Do you ‘member that Jack? You’re being so brave Jack!’.

Tonight lounging on the bed, Wes asks me if I know where his book is, Ev immediately interjects. ‘It’s in the wiving room. Yeah. You were reading it yesterday.’ Wes asked her if she’d go get it for him, ‘sure! I’d love to!’. Off she dashes and we shake our heads as we shake with mirth.

This day was all about how wonderful smoothies were and how she was going to drink more plus do I see how she’s keeping her dress down so you don’t see her underwear and do you know the trick about crossing your legs suddenly interspersed with, ‘Wow! Look at what daddy did to the grass! It looks sooo nice!’.

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