Jackson's Day

This very day changed my life, just 3 years ago. Its hard to imagine that I was lying in a hospital bed about to embark on this life long journey. I was heading into unknown territory. Something I was completely scared out of my mind about but at the same time was so surrounded by love that it didn't matter if I had no idea what I was about to do. Jack was born. He officially made me a mother at 1:40pm on this day back in 2006. I'm pretty sure its my raging pregnancy hormones, but this birthday more so then the other two, has really gotten to me. Three. That is not a baby anymore, however I frequently address him as the baby. He will always be MY baby. Even when our newest makes its arrival...Jack is the one that I will have experienced everything first with. That makes him special, ya know? NOT that I am playing favorites! But there is something about your first, no? I'm sure there will be something about my second too. But I wont know until she/he gets her butt here.(Only 23 more weeks to go!)

So my little man is off of school today. Actually ALL week. We started our day with morning cartoons and cereal. Typical. Then we got dressed and took off for a birthday adventure. We decided to go to the local children's museum. Which in hindsight was an awful idea. EVERYONE is off this week. Plus its chilly outside. Of course moms everywhere wanted to take their children to the museum. AND that's exactly what they did. But none the less, Jack had a great time. But it exhausted us both. So we decided to wrap up the adventure and take a nice nap.

Now we are waiting for daddy to come home so we can open his presents and go to a special birthday dinner. I just love my little 3 year old...however he will argue with you to the point of tears saying he is 4. Whatever. Ya wanna be 4 today, then so be it. Not gonna argue..its your day :)

Here are some pictures throughout his *long* life of a rambunctious 3...or 4...year old.

First night into the world

2-3 months old

Week 14's Musings

This week has brought some interesting new pregnancy symptoms. I can officially say I had my first off the wall craving. Maybe its not so off the wall to some, but for me it totally is. On Saturday I got the sudden urge that I needed boneless buffalo wings. Had to have them sometime in the near future or else someone was getting hurt. So who must come to the rescue when I get an insta-craving? Why..Mr. O. That's who! He was sent off to Chili's and my craving was met. I love that man.

Heartburn has come on full swing. I thought I was going to breathe out fire the other night. As awesome that would have looked, it didn't feel so hot. Or cold...ya know what I mean.

But one perk! I SWEAR I can feel baby movements. They are tiny still..and they could quite possibly be gas still. But I'm gonna say its Baby O. I can't and can wait for the larger kicks to come.

Mr. O and I find out the gender on December 2. Against Mr. O's wish of course...but once he is going to push out our next child out of any orifice on his body, he doesn't have that big of a say so.

29 More Weeks

My bun in the oven is officially 11 weeks today. I have 29 weeks to go. My poor poor husband. I feel as though my hormones ran into me with a semi truck going 11000 miles an hour. Can anyone relate? One minute I was a sleepy, lazy human being. Now I am bipolar, makes for interesting moments in our house. We should have our own reality t.v. show called, "Diary of a Mad White Woman".

Anything and everything is making me cry. Even the Dr. Oz show made me cry. I don't need to know much of a story line..just need to see one touching moment, then TEARS. It's insane.

I almost murdered my husband last night for something silly. My alibi, "But your honor, you see...that SOB knocked me up. End of story." Think it would hold up?

Baby O, which is what my fetus will be called from here on out, is now 2 inches long. Imagine that...funny. Can you believe we were all only 2 inches at one point? Weird. That's one of those questions that would boggle my stoner friend's mind. Anyway, this week Baby O wasn't compared to a fruit in my expecting email. I'm thinking a big chocolate covered strawberry. Like the ones from Godiva, YUM!

On to my Jackson..

I'm loving this age. The independence factor is AMAZING. He does everything on his own, besides wipe his own ass. Which we are working on. I'm just thrilled I will be getting a 9 month break from poo.

Growing Bones

Im officially 10 weeks along. Im not quite out of the scary first trimester. I have two weeks to go. I read somewhere that the baby is the size of a prune. I have an email sent to me every week telling me about the progress the baby is making and it always compares it to a different fruit.

Once it was a raspberry..then last week it was a grape. Now a prune. Appetizing.

Thankfully I haven't had any morning sickness, yet. It was completely different when I was pregnant with Jack. I was CONSTANTLY getting sick..morning, noon and night. Other than the occasional round ligament pain, I haven't really had that many pregnancy symptoms. Other than the fact that I look about 6 months pregnant. I know you show earlier with every pregnancy..but really? this much?

Now onto my first born. Jack has been hilarious lately. He totallllly gets that from his mommy. Daddy thinks he's funny. Not so much.

Yesterday he saw my bra laying on the table..ya know, the prime spot for any undergarment to go, right? So this was our convo:

J: "Mommy, I want boobs!"

M: my back turned,"HUH?!"

J:"I wanna wear boobs!"

I then noticed my bra...geez. I sense therapy in his future.

Life did a 180

Its amazing what can happen in a little over two months. That was the last time I felt inspired enough to blog. Really, its the last time I had time to sit in front of my computer for more than 5 minutes.

Well for starters..I got married.

Im sure everyone who reads this..or used to read it, knows this tidbit of information. It was amazing. Not only the ceremony but just finally finding someone that I want to spend the rest of my life with..that's amazing.

If someone would have told me 6 months ago that I was gonna get married this year I would have laughed in their face!

So my husband and I have been dating for 3 months..married for a week. I like to keep things interesting. Life is too short to be so predictable.

AND...

We are expecting baby #2.

This blog is gonna take that turn...gonna turn into a pregnancy blog. Pregnant with one crazy 3 year old blog. Pregnant, with 3 year old, newlywed, going insane kinda blog. Prepare yourself.

Baby#2 is due May 4. Im 9 weeks along. With 231 days left. to. go....................

Pour Me A Glass of Your Finest Wine

My childcare lady is closed this whole week. It's her vacation..she only does this once a year. She has 3 kids 4 and under...I don't blame her taking a week off. So I have to come up with creative ways to spend the day with Jack that or find him a sitter. Today I had no luck finding a sitter so I figured we could have Jack and Mommy day. Sounds fun huh?

First off, I woke up in a terrible mood at 6:30 am. I was at Roland's and decided I needed to just go home. I woke up Jackson and left at the same time he was leaving for work. Jack usually goes back to sleep on the way home but not this day. Not on Jack and Mommy day! He decided to stay up and wake up my mom. I tried to fake sleep for about 2.5 hours but it didn't work.

I wanted to get our festivities on at about 11 am. Well...11 am rolls around and I am still dragging ass with a whiny 2.5 year old following me around. Not a good mixture. Especially for someone who is PMSing...

I had to rush a sack lunch to my sister up at her school, I took Jack with me. He ended up passing out in the car. Sweet. He needed a nap BAD. He ended up sleeping for about 1 hour. Not enough time apparently...

He woke up and my mom and I were starving. We went to a local burger joint. Jack acted like a 2 year old on crack. He wouldn't leave the poor people in the booth behind us alone. They seemed like real toddler-lovin people...NOT! My mom also dropped her chalupa and managed to fling gobs of lettuce and tomato at my face. Awesome!

We decided to take Jack to the movies to see Ice Age 3. It was a bit of an experiment. How long can the sugared up 2 year old stay still and quiet at that. The kid cant even do this in his sleep. I don't know why we thought he would at the movie. So Hypothesis: 2.5 year old will not sit still during movie. Before the movie even started he managed to fall on top of his head and get a huge bump on his forehead. He was more intrigued with the projection machine then the show. Needless to say, we ducked out about an hour into the movie. That was a $47 experiment. Hypothesis proven true.

We ended up heading to Target. I wanted a book and needed diapers. I didn't have any diapers with me. Jack had been doing very well at telling me when he needed to go potty so at Target I took his off. (Future BIG mistake) Target ended up not having my book..neither did any of the Barnes and Nobles in the area. Its a popular one! I asked Jack 100000 times if he needed to go potty..always answered back with a No Mommy.

We get home..finally. I find out that my trunk window on my SUV is broken and wont close. Sweet huh? We step inside..there is almost light at the end of the tunnel.. I pull of Jacks shorts to put him in a pull up.. He pooped his pants. But he had sat on me first. Cool! Poop on my leg!

After a bitch fest and throwing Jack into the tub, I reallllly had to pee. I plopped on the pot and guess who decided to visit...Yup, Aunt Flo. That was the cherry on top!

Needless to say, I'm enjoying a BIG glass of wine while my child is eating leftovers and watching Dora. I'm definitely NOT made to be a stay at home mom.

Potty Training Stinks....Literally.

So we began the adventures in potty training about 2 weeks ago. Well, we literally started about 2 months ago, but really started getting into the swing of things these past couple weeks.

You know people are chalk full of advice when you are pregnant. Ya know, "Enjoy your sleep now because you wont sleep for years" or "The newborn stage is the hardest, once you get past that its easy breezy".

I just wanna say...pssssssssh YEAH RIGHT. I think these people forget how hard it is to potty train a human being. A human being with the attention span of a fly. A human being who doesn't grasp the concept that their own poop smells.

But Jackson has been doing pretty good lately. Thanks to the help of his dad. Thank god Roland is there otherwise I'm pretty sure Jack would be in diapers his whole life. I love that Roland gets to swoop in just in time for Jack to poop on the potty and not on his hand...that was saved all for me. yeah.

So, Jack is finally understanding that he needs to tell us when he needs to go. There have been a couple slip ups. Where he says he needs to go, but has already gone. That's ok..that's expected.

Also, I had no idea a person could pee so many times. This then multiplies if we are out in public, for instance at dinner... He must find it amusing to tell us he needs to go potty as soon as we sit down at the table. Then as soon as the food arrives. As soon as we take our first bites. When dinner is over and on our way home. Of course I act like I don't hear so Roland has to take him....What?!? Is that bad? I got pooped on my hand...remember?? Its time to pay your dues Roland.