Well, the good news is, Thomas is officially being felt by people outside of myself. Which means, of course, that his kicking is getting extremely uncomfortable! Steve finally felt him on Wednesday night for the first time, and Hannah felt him Tuesday night. Both knew instantly that it was Thomas and not my breathing. Andrew isn't patient enough-so he has yet to really feel him.
No feet in the ribs yet, but he's definitely losing space in there. 3 more months! Another catch 22-my little girl will then be 8. Hmm. How do I get Thomas to be born, but keep Hannah little?
Friday, March 20, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Randomness Update
Well, Hannah superseded her original cookie goal. She officially sold her 300th box to Andrew last night! She had 299 and Andrew said "There is no way I'm going to walk around for one box-I'll buy it!!" So we've delivered the first "round" and are working on round 2. With any luck we'll have round 2 completely delivered by Thursday, and then on to a short round three. Which is just some lose strings around our neighborhood of people that saw us with our wagon. Plus Steve's softball team-a group of "cookie oriented" men bought enough to feed a small island of people for a year! So her prizes now will include elephant slippers, a hippie lunchbox, a stuffed elephant, a charm bracelet, a t-shirt, an elephant piggy bank, and the participation badge, along with 3 extra hippie charms to go with the bracelet. We will not be going for the beach towel at 350 boxes! :)
Andrew's baseball team is annihilating the competition! They have yet to lose a game by less than 10 points. The mercy rule was put there for these guys! Probably helps that 2 of the boys on the team are taller than me-and one of them has the faint shading of a mustache! Andrew hasn't seen a lot of action yet-which coach was honest and upfront about from the beginning. He said he gives seniority to players from his previous years-but that it doesn't mean it won't even out in the end. Andrew is faring decently at bat. I've noticed that older doesn't mean more accurate-the boys may throw the ball REALLY hard, but it isn't very accurate in the strike zone. So he's mostly had some walks, with an occasional base hit, sprinkled with some strike outs. I think more than anything he just needs to gain his confidence back. Steve's planning some batting cages days with him and his work with pop fly catches is what probably helped land Andrew in this team-because he catches more pop flies than any other kid I've seen yet on the field.
On the flip side-if you want to see a great comedy act, go to one of Steve's softball games! It's like they were the inspiration for "Bad News Bears!" Only when they wrote the screenplay, they decided to play it down because Steve's team wouldn't be believable. It really is fun to watch though! All the guys are good hearted, and us wives can sit in the stands and cackle at them without hurt feelings in the end.
Thomas is doing great as well. His little personality shines through more and more each day-or should I say night? If I fall asleep and roll towards my stomach, he will start moving so much it wakes me up with my heart racing! He only likes when I lay on my right side, and if I vary from this position, he tells me immediately! I'm pretty confident that he's going through a very large growth spurt, because all I seem to be able to do is eat, sleep, and, and cry! Poor Steve. He's been such a champ throughout. I'm definitely not making it easy on him though! I guess I'm prepping him for those times when nothing we do will appease little man. Yeah...that's it..just warming him up...uh huh! :) Well, as they say, the first step is to admit you have a problem!
Andrew's baseball team is annihilating the competition! They have yet to lose a game by less than 10 points. The mercy rule was put there for these guys! Probably helps that 2 of the boys on the team are taller than me-and one of them has the faint shading of a mustache! Andrew hasn't seen a lot of action yet-which coach was honest and upfront about from the beginning. He said he gives seniority to players from his previous years-but that it doesn't mean it won't even out in the end. Andrew is faring decently at bat. I've noticed that older doesn't mean more accurate-the boys may throw the ball REALLY hard, but it isn't very accurate in the strike zone. So he's mostly had some walks, with an occasional base hit, sprinkled with some strike outs. I think more than anything he just needs to gain his confidence back. Steve's planning some batting cages days with him and his work with pop fly catches is what probably helped land Andrew in this team-because he catches more pop flies than any other kid I've seen yet on the field.
On the flip side-if you want to see a great comedy act, go to one of Steve's softball games! It's like they were the inspiration for "Bad News Bears!" Only when they wrote the screenplay, they decided to play it down because Steve's team wouldn't be believable. It really is fun to watch though! All the guys are good hearted, and us wives can sit in the stands and cackle at them without hurt feelings in the end.
Thomas is doing great as well. His little personality shines through more and more each day-or should I say night? If I fall asleep and roll towards my stomach, he will start moving so much it wakes me up with my heart racing! He only likes when I lay on my right side, and if I vary from this position, he tells me immediately! I'm pretty confident that he's going through a very large growth spurt, because all I seem to be able to do is eat, sleep, and, and cry! Poor Steve. He's been such a champ throughout. I'm definitely not making it easy on him though! I guess I'm prepping him for those times when nothing we do will appease little man. Yeah...that's it..just warming him up...uh huh! :) Well, as they say, the first step is to admit you have a problem!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
A Game For Us To Play!
A fellow pregnant friend recommended this game! I just filled it out, so now it's your turn..when do you think our little peanut will be born? Will he come close to his due date, like I'm hoping for, or do we have a little rebel without a cause on our hands?
Good luck!
Good luck!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
They're Not Mine
Well, they are. For now. Just not forever.
I was watching all the kids today as I waited to pick up Andrew & Hannah from school. All different age ranges from the babies & toddlers, wrapped up in their mom's embrace, to the 1st graders, still fresh & excited about school, to the 5th graders, more interested in their surrounding friends & the social happenings of the world than much else anymore. Just then, Thomas kicked me, and my first instinct was to reach for my tummy, to rub it & tell him hello.
All of a sudden-may it be hormones, the chick in me, or the fact that I get to experience the miracle of life from it's very beginnings all over again, my heart welled up with a bittersweet sadness.
They start out, completely dependant for their every need. They rely on us to provide them with comfort, love, support, joy, and an unconditional promise to be there no matter what, at all costs, all the time. They look back to make sure we're there. Cry when we're not. Any time they experience a "first" they make sure we know about it. They come to us and tell us their thoughts, feelings, and worries in this world.
We scare monsters away with flashlights. We stroke their hair when they're sick. We speak reasurring words when feel their first rejection.
Then, all of a sudden-they feel it's not as necessary for us to be there at all hours. They forget to look back. They rely on friends as a source of comfort when things don't go right, and they admonish us when we try.
I know it will come back. Don't get me wrong. I know that they'll grow up and there will be times when they'll need me. When they'll need the comfort and safety of mom.
But my kids, no matter how much I call them "mine" are their own entities. Souls meant for paths I cannot always follow directly behind in. Their lives slowly becoming solely their own, and I'll be but a fan on the sidelines-silently cheering through their victories, and feeling their hurts when things don't go right.
I love watching them grow up, but I hate seeing them take those tentative steps towards the outer edges of the nest.
I was watching all the kids today as I waited to pick up Andrew & Hannah from school. All different age ranges from the babies & toddlers, wrapped up in their mom's embrace, to the 1st graders, still fresh & excited about school, to the 5th graders, more interested in their surrounding friends & the social happenings of the world than much else anymore. Just then, Thomas kicked me, and my first instinct was to reach for my tummy, to rub it & tell him hello.
All of a sudden-may it be hormones, the chick in me, or the fact that I get to experience the miracle of life from it's very beginnings all over again, my heart welled up with a bittersweet sadness.
They start out, completely dependant for their every need. They rely on us to provide them with comfort, love, support, joy, and an unconditional promise to be there no matter what, at all costs, all the time. They look back to make sure we're there. Cry when we're not. Any time they experience a "first" they make sure we know about it. They come to us and tell us their thoughts, feelings, and worries in this world.
We scare monsters away with flashlights. We stroke their hair when they're sick. We speak reasurring words when feel their first rejection.
Then, all of a sudden-they feel it's not as necessary for us to be there at all hours. They forget to look back. They rely on friends as a source of comfort when things don't go right, and they admonish us when we try.
I know it will come back. Don't get me wrong. I know that they'll grow up and there will be times when they'll need me. When they'll need the comfort and safety of mom.
But my kids, no matter how much I call them "mine" are their own entities. Souls meant for paths I cannot always follow directly behind in. Their lives slowly becoming solely their own, and I'll be but a fan on the sidelines-silently cheering through their victories, and feeling their hurts when things don't go right.
I love watching them grow up, but I hate seeing them take those tentative steps towards the outer edges of the nest.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Hannah made her Girl Scout cookie selling goal!
This is Hannah's first year in Brownies, and she got the cookie order form a few weeks back. There was a hippie lunchbox that she set her heart on. Only problem was, it took 250 boxes to get the prize. Andrew, Steve, and I tried to let her down gently that she probably wouldn't be able to sell that many-especially at $4/box in this economy! In usual Hannah fashion, she decided to defy us all, and tonight we officially finished selling, to reach her goal at 253 boxes! YAAAAY ~ except for the fact that now we've got to go around delivering 253 boxes.
Andrew's been a real trooper as well, given the fact that he's had to follow his little sister around for the last few weeks as we went door to door. His complaining was pretty minimal, even for him! Thank goodness we have a big van, a sturdy wagon, and a b.b. gun to sling over our shoulder if anyone decides they don't wanna pay for their cookies! :)~
Andrew's been a real trooper as well, given the fact that he's had to follow his little sister around for the last few weeks as we went door to door. His complaining was pretty minimal, even for him! Thank goodness we have a big van, a sturdy wagon, and a b.b. gun to sling over our shoulder if anyone decides they don't wanna pay for their cookies! :)~
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