Lovelies to remember

There are some lovely things I want to remember from the past few days. The boys have done well, considering D has had a strange schedule this week and S came back after a 5 day hiatus. We've had our moments of crying, fits, and breakdowns but it has still been a good week.

 Last night, after Husband went to go play floor hockey with some friends, H came out of his room to use the potty. I asked him for a kiss before he went back to bed and he said, "ok, but this is the last one." It cracks me up when he says stuff like this. Depending on the situation I'm sometimes get irritated, but it shows how much he's picking up from what is around him.

Yesterday, and last week, J was holding S's hand and walking with her. It's cute to see him guide her and hold her hand. He's going to be such an awesome big brother.

After my Tuesday appointment I was showing my sister-in-law the ultrasound picture the doctor gave me. It's so early that you can't really tell what anything is but anytime J sees the picture he says, "baby."

H was rubbing my belly this morning and he told me he was massaging the baby. He talks to the baby, too. If he bumps my belly he will apologize to the baby. He's so aware and I think he's excited to have another little brother (according to him we cannot have a girl, he only wants a boy).

G is a sweet cuddler and wants to sit by me most of the time. He doesn't always have to be on my lap either. He (and J) always say, "love you too" in response to I love you.

G and J

I had a chance to sit with H and watch him play his leapster and help when he asked. It was a game about animals and he amazed me at the things he knew. He also practiced writing his A and a again. He's doing so well.

Husband took G to the doctor for a follow-up on his ear infection. He said that when they got to the office G touched his forehead and said ow. He got a big goose-egg on Tuesday from running into the wall and he knows doctors look at owies.

G eats so well. I spend a lot of meal time telling H and J to focus on their food and to stop playing only to look at G's plate and be amazed at how much he has eaten and that there are few things he won't. It is especially noticeable at dinner time when the day's play time is catching up with them.

I love that the twins will cuddle up with me and fall asleep in my lap during nap time. If we don't get there soon enough, or if they are particularly tired one day, they'll climb up and cuddle and often fall asleep. It is such a sweet feeling, a little bit of baby I get to hold on to with them for a while longer.

J

I feel like I could ramble on and on. As I type out one great thing another comes to mind. I love that this happens. It's so easy to focus on the negative, especially when I'm tired, but focusing on all of this helps remind me that it isn't all terrible all the time. My boys are as boy as they come. They love dirt and wrestling and J has recently taken up taunting, but they are all healthy and growing and so smart and loving. Despite all the difficulties they can elicit throughout the day, there is so much more I need to remind myself to remember.

Single, Double, Single?

Well, yesterday I had an appointment to find out how many new little ones we would have. As fun as the triplet jokes are, I'm not sure that I'm ready (will ever be ready) for that. Still, we wanted to check and make sure. Everything looked normal in terms of how the pregnancy is progressing and I certainly feel hungry enough that I was almost certain there would be news of more than one little peanut jumping around in there. Instead, the news I got was that the sac is smaller than expected, so my doctor thinks I may be a week off. That would put the due date more around October 1st. Because he's the doctor and is trained in this sort of thing he then told me he only saw one sac and one little (teeny, tiny, invisible to anyone else) baby. Of course, that's what he said about the twins too (not the smaller than expected, but the only one part). I won't say I don't believe him, the odds are in favor of a single, but I guess we'll just have to wait it out to be certain.

Here's a picture of the ultrasound he did in the office. As you can see, it isn't overly helpful. Still, kind of fun.

The arrow is pointing to a small, white dot. That's the baby. 

Bits of Life

I spent Sat. and Sun. with my family. It was nice, a little break in the hectic of a normal weekend. The kids loved seeing their cousins and aunt and they had fun with their grandparents too. I wish I got up there more often so they could see them growing. When I had H we tried to get up there once a month. Now, I do go to get up there every 3-6 months it seems.

I'm tired, and my stomach is always hungry/nauseous/irritated. The boys are crying and we aren't having the best of days. I think we all need a vacation. I'm trying. I've been trying. It feels like nothing is working right. I still have half a day to make things better, and tomorrow is a new day. I think we all need a nap!

I'm going to a meeting today to see about enrolling H in a dual-immersion kindergarten program. He starts kindergarten next year. Saying it out loud is strange. I can hardly believe he's grown up so quickly. I know he'll do great in school. He loves his one day a week preschool days. He loves being around the other kids, and he's beginning to love the projects too, I think. A new chapter, and already we have to start preparing for it.

We did some work on his writing the other day, tried something new. He like it I think. His capital A's were better than the lower-case, but not bad for a first try. Part of the page was coloring. He knows how, he can be careful, he wanted to use his regular pencil and make them all "brown." No problem. As long as he enjoyed himself. I was happy he focused when we did letters.

Husband is running 20 miles today, training for his marathon in March. Long run days are always the hardest. After my meeting (and his nap with the boys) I hope I can do something to encourage him. He felt great after 5 miles, a little less after 10, and not so hot after 15 (there was a stop at the house after every 5 for water). He's now on his last 5 and I have instructions to come looking for him after a certain time. I know he can do it. I'm so proud of what he's already done.

Exciting news

Well, I've been a lot delinquent on this blog lately. No excuses, life's busy and I just haven't taken the time to type.

Anyway, on to the exciting news.

I am happy to announce that I'm pregnant. We don't know how many or what the gender is, but we are excited to let the world know that mid-September there will be an new little addition to our family.

H is getting used to the idea, and he's even a little bit excited I think. Originally he wasn't happy. In fact, when I called to tell Husband that the test was positive, I said, "Well, we're going to have another one in October." There was no mention of what the other one was, but H turned around and yelled at me, "I said no more kids." It took a couple of days and some talking, but he decided he could be happy with another brother (he says he doesn't want a sister). In fact, he was even excited at the thought that maybe he could sleep with the baby since he doesn't share his bed like his brothers do; he's a sweet heart for sure!

The twins, well, they're mostly oblivious. They like babies. J was super cute last night when we had friends over and he was playing with their little 4.5 month old. I'm not sure how well they'll do when we can't give the baby back, but I've watched them with S and I'm sure they'll be great. The biggest adjustment there is me trying to wean them off of being held, especially at the same time. Fifty-two pounds is heavy, but it seems even heavier now. It seems weird to think that at this age, H was already adjusting to not being held and he was getting ready to be a big brother in just two months. Glad we waited with the twins. I'm really glad they'll be close to three and, here's praying, completely potty trained by then.

So, that's life in a nutshell right now. Things are going on much as usual. There's work and children and lots of busy. I'm a little extra tired, haven't really been sick, and battling hands that like to fall asleep (especially when I'm sleeping which wakes me up). Still, things are good. I'm happy and excited and ready to hire a nanny/maid/cook so I can sleep but still have a clean house, feed the family, and have well behaved children.

Whoops, that last statement reminded me, I also resigned from my job. I've been on a leave-of-absence for the last two years and was at the point where I needed to go back or resign. We've been doing okay without my salary, and with another little one on the way we decided I could resign. Life as we both want it (in reality, not our dreams, but we'll take it).