Time Enough...

These summer days are flying past. School starts in a month and I'm already getting promotional emails promising to meet all my Halloween needs. (Easy there PB kids, I bought a couple of clearance duvet covers over a year ago. I'm not about to drop over one hundred dollars on a pirate costume.)
I'm not ready for fall, in any sense of the word. I don't have Wesley's school supplies or clothes purchased. But more importantly, my mind is not prepared to embrace the idea of my boy as a kindergartener. It feels like the curtain is closing on his babyhood. I blame Timehop for alot of this. They've been sending me tidbits of memories from his NICU days for the past month. When I read over my excitement about his first bottle (20 cc's!) I can't help but feel a little shocked and sad that we've come so quickly to the beginning of his school days.

 

See! He was this tiny baby just yesterday! You can't send a baby off to school!

 



There just hasn't been time enough. There were so many things I was supposed to be doing with him to get him "ready for kindergarten." Sight words, flashcards, and scissor practice! Oh my! To be perfectly honest we didn't do any of those things. Wesley starts nervous giggling and stuttering the minute anything resembling a flashcard comes out. And the thought of having scissors out in our home anywhere Thomas could reach it makes me start nervous gigging and stuttering. There just was never time enough.

 

Pictures don't lie, though. The boy is growing up.

But today, watching him play with his brothers I decided that it doesn't really matter. We have one more month of summer freedom. And that is time enough. Time enough for impromptu pancake breakfasts and early morning trips to Nana's house. Time enough for popsicles and blanket forts. Time enough for living room wrestle mania and couch snuggles. And time enough for me to take a deep breath, treasure my last glimpses of him as a preschooler, and prepare myself to be the mama of a school boy.



Summer Fun...

So this summer is passing quickly and we've been having tons of fun.

 Wes has been honing his football skills. He loved football camp and watching him run around was hysterical. Somewhat less fun was chasing an angry Thomas off the field while he screamed "my foo-ball too."

This big boy turned 5. Look out world he he comes!

We went on a little vacation and Thomas was a maniac. Here, there, and everywhere. Rides, water slides, and everything in between. There was nothing he wouldn't tackle!

And this guy has been growing like a weed. He needs his own post just to keep up with all of his new developments.

We went crabbing early one morning and although we didn't catch any I did manage to snap one of my favorite pictures of all time. My daddy and my husband, the two best men I know.

The big boys helped Papa catch some chickens. It is important to note that no animal was harmed in the taking of this photo.

And Now Wesley is 5...

My very first baby is turning 5 in just a few short hours. How can this be possible when yesterday he looked like this...

It just can't be. But, it is. I've checked multiple times. 

Wesley at five is awesome. He is bright and funny. His teachers at church always stop and tell me that he is "a hoot." I've never been brave enough to ask for an explanation. Wesley loves his little brothers and helping me do things for them. He still enjoys pretend sword fighting and real bug collecting. He tells me "I love you most."

Five seems impossibly old to me. Next month he'll start school and I'm not prepared to discuss my feelings on that subject. I don't think I'm ready to be without him for that length of time. But that's another blog for a different day. For now I will focus on making his birthday special.

Happy birthday buddy! Mama loves you bunches!

Thomas, in pictures

My sweet Thomas man right after coming home from the hospital.

And, here he is this morning. Hard to believe he'll be one soon but pictures don't lie.

Love this boy.

Experimenting

Just experimenting with blogging from my iPad in case I ever want to do this consistently again. I really enjoyed blogging for the few months I did it.

Looks like I need to do some more work to be able to share photos here again. I shall keep trying, you know, in all that spare time that I have.

Catching Up and Pregnancy Update

Wow, I thought that not having a 9 to 5 job anymore would make it easier for me to keep up with this blog but I guess I was wrong. So let's sum up the past few months and get to the update on pregnancy #2.

We have completed the renovations on our home and put it on the market. So far we've "sold" it three times, and each time the buyer has backed out. Selling a house stinks.

Wild Man continues to grow like a weed. He deserves his own update, which I fully intend to do soon. Ha!

On to the pregnancy update portion.

• I am currently 20 weeks plus a few days pregnant. Over half-way done, wow.
  That went fast.
• At our 17 week ultrasound we discovered that this little one is a BOY!
• For now, he shall be known as Wiggle Worm. Because that is what he does, constant wiggling.
• At my appointment last week I discovered why I feel so many wiggles but very few actual kicks, baby is taking a backseat to the placenta. Hopefully won't cause a problem but could potentially be an issue for my repeat c-section. My long suffering doctor just sighed and said "ofcourse its (the placenta) anterior, why would yours form anywhere else." Funny.
• So far at every ultrasound Wiggle Worm measures big for his gestation. But, since there's no way I'm going to full-term that's not necessarily a bad thing. Grow buddy grow!
• Weight Gain: Um, so not going to advertise that on the world wide web. Suffice to say I've gained. More than I should have. That is all.
• In a few weeks I'll have to switch to weekly appointments. Not tops on my list how I'd like to spend my holiday season but I'll do it.

I'm looking forward to Christmas. Wild Man will be able to really get into it this year and its going to be so much fun!

Toodles for now, sorry about the bullet points and no pictures. I'll get better, I promise.

Wild Man at 26 Months

It has been way too long since my last post. I've been finding my footing as a new SAHM, finding then losing then finding my footing in a complicated second pregnancy, and attempting to get our current home ready for the market. Anyway, today I want to jump back in to blogging by making a record of my first born at this point in time.

Age: 26 months
Weight: Between 24 and 25 pounds, still a shrimp!
Height: I have no idea, at his 24 month appointment I think he was in the 6th percentile. So, not tall.
What Wild Man's Doing: At 26 months Wild Man is busy busy busy. Running, jumping (sort of), and climbing over anything that will stand still.
He is talking so much every day and using more and more sentences. A few days ago we were sharing an ice cream and after taking several bites with me holding the spoon he put up his hand and said "Can I hold the spoon?" Too cute. There's almost no word or phrase he won't at least try to say. Some of my favorites are: "Me hold you" (when he wants to be picked up); "Huggy"; "I pray Dadddy" (he never asks for me to pray, just Daddy); "Please share Daddy"
Wild Man has a compulsion about his food. He cannot stand for anything on his plate to crumble or fall apart in any way. I gave him a brownie one day and he completely fell apart when he took the first bite and a few crumbs fell to his tray. It would be funny if he didn't become so hysterical. The really strange thing is Working Man was the same way as a child.
What Wild Man's Not Doing: Pottying with any kind of regularity. I can pretty much take the blame for this one. I've just not taken the time to really focus on potty training.
Telling people "Hello". He just won't do it.

This would be a great place to put an adorable picture of my sweet boy, but I'm on my laptop so no pics. I'm too lazy to go save some off the big computer to my jump drive.

Love ya'll