I told him that it was bedtime, and to go and tell his dad to put him in bed. When I walked by his room about half an hour later, I saw him sleeping soundly where he put himself to bed with the standard boyhood sleeping companions…a giant Winnie the Pooh and his basketball.
Man, I love this kid!
You can call me “The Trivia Queen”. No, really. You can. Because I am. I am just that good.
Last night, I beat Chris in two consecutive games of Trivial Pursuit. That’s right. Two! Boo-yah!
I’m riding the trivia high!
(So what if he beat me at the preceding eight games?)
This week has really seemed to fly by. I guess because I had things to do. Thursday night, I had to go to a funeral, and last night I went to a going away/birthday party for my cousin, who’s being stationed in Italy. Today, I’ve not had anything to attend, but I’ve still got a ton of stuff that needs doing. Chris started his long break yesterday. We went to Knoxville, and I spent most of what was left of my cleaning money on four new maternity tops. I’ll be happy, after this baby is born, to bid goodbye to my maternity clothes. I would have a ceremonial burning if I weren’t so cheap, but, since I am, I will just sell them. Today, Chris went fishing with my uncle. I kind of didn’t want him to go when he first told me he was, because we’ve had so little time to actually spend together over the past month or so that he’s been training at work (he was on straight days while training). You would think we would have had more time, but, in reality, it didn’t seem that way. We had every evening together, but we rarely went out and did things. So, anyway, I kind of didn’t want him to go at first, but now I’m glad he did. I hope he’s having a good time. He never does things with anyone else. Never. It’s probably good for him to spend a day for himself, that has nothing to do with me or the kids. That’s one thing about him that I cannot complain about. He is the definition of a family man. He does everything with me and the kids, and he does everything for our family. I can’t really begrudge him some time fishing.
So, anyway, I think I just set a record for the most boring post ever.
Sorry ’bout that, but you were warned.
Yay! I just got the news. Little Kylie Brooke came into the world this morning weighing six pounds two ounces, and was eighteen inches long. Mommy and baby are both doing fine! Congratulations Aaron and Tasha!
So, I’ve had a busy week so far, but thought I would talk about my days.
On Monday, I took Elijah to the doctor, because he hadn’t been feeling well. Turns out he had an ear infection. I was suprised, as he didn’t act like it hurt him, but they gave him antibiotics for it. He was good, but very reluctant. I think he remembers shots from last time.
Yesterday, I had a doctor’s appointment. I finally got to hear the heartbeat, which was cool. I had gained four pounds, but the doctor said that that put me where I should be as far as weight gain. I am shockingly big for seventeen weeks, compared to my first two, but I guess that’s how it goes with the third baby. It was a quick, routine visit, and it didn’t take long. I had to take the kids with me again, but they were good. As we were waiting to make my next appointment with the receptionist, the doctor, who is an absolutely lovely woman, told Kyra, “In just two more weeks, you can come back and see the baby on the t.v again, and we’ll find out if it’s a baby boy or a baby girl.” Kyra looked this wonderful lady in the eyes with her deadpan stare, and says matter-of-factly, “It’s a girl.” The doctor’s eyes met mine, and she said, “Well, I’m not going to argue with that.” lol Ya gotta love my daughter. So, two more weeks till we find out the gender. On the 9th. I’m really excited about that.
After the doctor, I took the kids to chik-fil-a, and, since they ate a late breakfast and snacked all morning, they pretty much waited impatiently while I ate, until they could go to the play area. Kyra was climbing and sliding and having a good time with her cabbage patch doll in tow, but poor Elijah was just too small. He couldn’t climb up the ledges, because they were too far apart. I used to climb through it with them, looking like a big idiot, because I felt sorry for them. I’m in no condition to be doing that now, so I tried to teach him how to brace his feet against the sides, and push himself up like Kyra does, to no avail. He just couldn’t do that. So, then, since it was just him and Kyra in there, I tried to get him to climb up the slide, since he still had his tennis shoes on for traction. He would make it about a measly fourth of the way up, and come sliding down. Kyra tried to help him, but, since he’s as big as she is, that didn’t work. Each time, he would re-appear looking defeated, and, oh, so sad. It was heart-breaking. So, being the loving mom that I am, I left there, and took them to the park. That perked him right up. No silly fast food playground ledges there! We played for about an hour before coming home, and he was a much happier boy.
When I got home, I got a call from my mom that a dear lady that we used to go to church with had a massive heart attack and died the night before. So, that was really sad. I’ll be going to her funeral Thursday night. Please pray for her husband.
And on a final, very happy note…my sister-in-law, Tasha, went into labor yesterday! Misty called me this morning to tell me that mom and Tasha’s mom are on their way to the airport to fly to Nebraska, and to tell me that Tasha is pushing now. So, I should have a little niece very soon. I can’t wait to hear all about the birth, and I hope she has an easy time of it. It’s about two weeks early, and she was supposed to be induced the end of this month for pregnancy induced hypertension. I’m glad that she went into labor on her own, though, since that’s sometimes easier than being induced for the mother. Anyway, pray for them, and I can’t wait to post an update! No news yet on whether this baby has a name yet.
I don’t like cold weather. It’s just so…cold. So, for the winter months, I pretty much hibernate. We had an un-seasonably warm day yesterday, so, when Chris got home from work, we took the kids to the park. Can you remember how much you liked to play outside when you were a little kid?
They say a picture’s worth a thousand words….
My angel.
