So I guess I don't win any blogger of the year award. Sorry I have been away so long. I am just so tired! Being pregnant while keeping up with a 2 year old is some hard work. Everything feels so different this time around. When I was pregnant with Elliott, I loved it. I was in such a good mood, that Mike threatened to keep me pregnant all the time! This time around, I am moody, achy, and always feel like I am moments away from hurling. Good times! I did have my first ultrasound a few days ago, and I got to see my little gummy bear. I am due at the beginning of July, which is when I suspected. Elliott is being extra sweet to me. He will ask me if my belly aches and then proceed to give me kisses and tell me that I'm all better. And he also likes to talk about the baby in his belly...so cute. Anyway...I will update more later.

Soon to be Big Brother...

That's right...I'm pregnant.  The newest member of our family is expected to arrive on 07.08.09.

Smarty Pants

E and I were just playing with blocks. When it was time to clean up, I told him to count the blocks as he put them away. With no hesitation, he counted to 50! Maybe this is totally normal for a 2.5 year old. But to me, it was pretty amazing.

My LIttle Tree

So I am way behind in posts. And I have lots of fun things to share. But I will start with posting some pictures from Halloween. I thought it would be fun to make E's costume this year. Not really sure what made me decide on a tree. The top was so heavy, it took several attempts to find a way to balance it on his head!

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!