Squash

The other day was what we refer to around here as "Happy Nancy Day." Nancy was coming over to give M and I massages. While I was mid-rub down, I here E upstairs say to Mike "I'll be right back. I'm just going to go check on Mommy real quick." He comes downstairs, parks himself in a chair, and patiently waits for me to be finished. Then he looks at Nancy and says: "It my turn for a squash." He climbs up on the table, looks at Nancy and says: "so, you want me to start face down?" It's official...we have created a monster.

Halloween's Past

Two years ago. E was 6 months old...

A Few More...

E: Mommy I am so excited I almost get to do it!

Me: Do What?

E: Play soccer! I have to get to 3 first. Right now I'm only 2.5!

When he asked for ice skating lessons, I did some research and found out he had to be 3. I guess he figures that's how old he has to be before he can play on a soccer team. I think we may have a little sports fanatic on our hands. He has been asking for a basketball hoop every day for the past 2 weeks. It's so funny, because M and I are not "sports people" at all.

E and I were sitting at a very high iron and slate table working on an art project. When we were finished, I told him he had to get down, because if he fell, he would hit his mouth and bust out his teeth. Five minutes later he walks over to me...

E: Mommy, I got down like you asked. But a little bit later I'm going to bust out my teeth, O.K.?

I guess he thought it was like me telling him he can't paint now, but maybe later...he's so silly!

Conversations With My 2 Year old...

E: Mommy, today at school I saw a bunch of colorful leaves falling from a tree. You should see it.

Me: Was it pretty?

E: Yes.

Me: When trees lose their leaves, what is that a sign of?

E: Fall Momma!

So smart...

M was out of town for 2 weeks on a big job. It was during that time that my Dad passed away. Needless to say, it was a crazy 2 weeks. Leading up to his departure, M would tell E that he had to go out of town for awhile, and Mommy was going to be sad. He had to be the man of the house and take care of me. E took this very seriously, gibing out lots of kisses, being on his best behavior, and doing everything he could to help out around the house. One day, I was a little stressed out and I was trying to get E dressed for school.

E: Mommy, you look sad. Are you sad that Daddy's gone?

Me: Yes. I miss your Daddy. And Mommy is just really tired. Daddy is working really hard, and he will be back soon.

E: Don't worry Mommy. Daddy isn't at work. He just ran out to get a cup of coffee. He'll be right back. I think you need a kiss.

Fun Fact

M and I have been trying to have another baby for awhile now. When I say "trying," I mean we have ceased all preventative measures. We decided we were ready and we would just see what happened. Nothing has happened. I am tossing around the idea of taking Clomid again. When trying to conceive the first time, I took the lowest dose for one week and got pregnant. Thirty eight weeks and four days later I gave birth to a healthy 8.1 ounce boy.
E was born 0n 4.5.06 at 7 p.m. and weighed 8 pounds 1 ounce. He was 20 and 3/4 inches long.
Get it? 4.5.6.7.8.1.2.3.4 ( if you drop the zero.) Seriously, what are the chances?

Well, if I got pregnant with baby number 2 on my current cycle, the baby would be born on 7.8.09. The due date would be a couple days later, but since I had a c-section for my first pregnancy, I would be able to pick the day to be induced. And of course I would pick that date, because come on...how fun would it be to say your kids were born on 4.5.06 and 7.8.09? Yes, I am a dork.

After meeting E for the first time, I was convinced that we get the babies we are supposed to have. And they join our lives when they are supposed to. It will be interesting to see if I conceive this month!

And a few updated pictures of my man...



And yes...that is a bottle in that picture. It is the only way he will drink milk. And he only has it before bed. And he is asleep within 5 minutes. We aren't ready to mess with a good thing.

The Day My Dad Died

Partick Clark
December 24, 1949-October 2, 2008