Rocking With My Girl

A chair.

Thrifted.

And worn.

But fully able.

We rock, back and forth, back and forth.

And rock out our own little memory.

 

Patty Cake, Patty Cake

This past Friday, I celebrated my 27th birthday at Mimi and Pop's house, complete with my favorite meal, Thanksgiving dinner! My little baker's men helped make me a birthday cake too!

They sprinkled...

...and taste tested...

...and sprinkled some more...

...maybe a little too much...

...but never too much taste testing!

No cake has ever tasted sweeter!

17 Weeks

I had another doctor's appointment today and all went well! I measured at 18 weeks, have gained a pound since the last appointment, and heard the baby's heartbeat (147 bpm). I also had a chance to ask the doc about why I haven't been feeling much movement. She gently reminded me that this is only ONE baby and that it's not uncommon to not feel much movement until 20 weeks! So different, this single pregnancy thing! I feel like I have no idea what to expect! By 17 weeks with the boys, I felt like a boxing ring, had heartburn so badly it was hard to eat, had gained nearly 15 pounds, and was measuring in the third trimester. This time at 17 weeks, I struggle between wearing maternity (which are too big and look almost silly) and non-maternity clothes (which are tight and often uncomfortable), still can sleep on my stomach somewhat comfortably, and have to think really hard about if what I'm feeling is movement or just dinner talking back. I just don't feel very pregnant. Plain and simple.

Plus, it doesn't help that yesterday a lady told me that she thought my baby pooch was just stretched out muscles leftover from a twin pregnancy. Nice.

WHY? WHY DO PEOPLE TELL YOU THESE THINGS?!

Anyway, our next appointment is scheduled for August 4th, at which point we'll have our 20 week ultrasound. Lots of pictures and hopefully a little video to upload! Exciting! And in the meantime, if you feel so inclined, feel free to vote in our little baby poll in the upper right hand corner. No rules, just vote as much or as little as you like, and we'll see if your guesses are right!

Story Time

Story time. A much needed calm at the end of our busy day. Boys fresh out of the bath. Jammies on. Bottles given. It's a chance to snuggle in tight and enjoy the few and far between moments of stillness from my little guys.

I hope they let me read to them for a long, long time.

Happy Mother's Day!

So while some things in motherhood... may never change.Some will all to quickly.

My wee little babes grew bigger feet,

and now they move so swiftly. Sigh.

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I am so thankful to have enjoyed my second Mother's day as Ben and A.B.'s momma. We spent our morning at church and then had an incredibly relaxing picnic at the park, just us four. While the boys ate their weight in grapes, Jer and I feasted on ham, swiss, and brie sandwiches. Then we all indulged in an afternoon nap. It was a wonderful day.

As for the above photo, it's a picture of one of the most treasured gifts that I ever have received. Last year, Jer gave me this frame and photo and the items necessary to "print" the boys' feet. This year, we continued the tradition and were amazed to see such tangible proof of their growth! I'm not sure how long the current frame will allow for the unique artwork, but I think we've got a year or two before we've got to come up with a new idea. Maybe.

The Boy Who Cried Wolf Nap

This is the face of the little boy who cried and cried yesterday in place of his afternoon nap.

Check out those slits for eyes. He was soooo tired he almost couldn't keep his eyes open. Almost.

So I did what any rational mother would do. I got him up. And then I covered him in the laundry he was delaying me from folding.
I covered him. And covered him. And covered him some more. I covered him until he threw his hands up in admitted defeat.
But that's not all. Not wanting him to soon forget his lesson, I let his daddy have a turn with him when he got home. Just check out where that thumb is digging in and you'll know EXACTLY what kind of conversation they had.
Let's just hope it sunk in this time. I would really hate to have to go through this again. It's just not fun for any of us.

Benny-Boo Plays Peek-A-Boo

Just a sweet picture of my boy. He was playing peek-a-boo with momma.

I Warned You!

[Me, trying desperately to get a load of laundry started only to be thwarted by a fussing and generally unhappy Benji.]

"Benji-Boy, stop fussing boo. Mom needs to start this load of laundry."

"Whaaaaa, aghhhh, aghhhh, whaaaaaa!"

"Benji-Boy, if you don't stop this fussing, I'm going to stick you in this laundry basket!"

"Whaaaa, whaaaaa, whaaaa, WHAAAA!"

I guess he can be glad that I wasn't taking the garbage out!

Bathtime Karaoke

Benji boy likes my bathtime sing-songs. Tonight he choose to try and follow along. I wasn't surprised when he didn't know the words and was a little sharp. His daddy would say he sings just like his momma.