25 April 2010

Ward Campout

Since I've been feeling so sick during this pregnancy, I seem to have lost all typical nesting urges--last minute projects, excessive cleaning, etc. Instead, I've been nesting in three other areas--exercise, travel, and sleep. I sleep outrageous amounts of time, am reaching my exercise/lifting goals, and have this uncontrollable urge to go places "one last time."

So when I returned from a two-week stint in Utah on a Wednesday evening, it seemed completely rational to go camping Friday afternoon. That's plenty of time to recover and get ready, right?

Patrick wasn't able to arrive until around 8 pm Friday evening and I wasn't counting on much help. Most people who want to play with Jonas want to smother him in love. They want to hold him, kiss him, tickle him, carry him, and give him lots of physical attention. Which most babies respond positively to.

Jonas wants none of that. He wants you to follow him and will occasionally point things out to you. He also likes to share in your fun, but doesn't actually want you to touch him.

G innately knows this. He played catch with Jonas, blew bubbles, and let him take the lead in whatever activity was in that little toddler mind (Montessori teacher in the making?). He didn't force any unwanted attention on the boy and he made a campout-long friend because of it. Is G for hire?


Another fabulous help was Miss Morgan.


This 10-year-old played with Jonas AND took this awesome picture.


The rest...



(How can you not love Isaac?)

20 April 2010

Humbled

Today I was done being a mom. After two days of uncharacteristic disobedience, slaps to the face, throwing food, and constant whining/crying/tantrums, I'd had it.

Then my boy took a very bad tumble. Once we realized he was okay, I started crying and was grateful that I am not done being a mom.

Repentance is a painful reminder of our blessings.

07 April 2010

30 Strangers in 30 Days

Justin Hackworth. Amazing photographer.

Somehow, my mother and I were lucky enough to be chosen for his 30 Strangers in 30 Days project. I was excited to participate and my already-high expectations were exceeded by Justin's ability to make a person feel right at home. He was incredibly fun and easy to work with and I'm delighted to say we are no longer strangers.

You can get a sneak peek here of the session. I am certain I will blog more about Justin, the session, the project, and the beautiful experience later. For now though, I need to go outside and enjoy this Utah weather.

05 April 2010

Sibling Rivalry

Yesterday we asked Jonas if he would prefer a brother or a sister.

He started barking and giving the sign for dog.

01 April 2010

What? I have a blog, you say?

To all you pregnant women who have a toddler at home and still find time to blog, I salute you.

This baby's conception and ensuing morning sickness coincided directly with Jonas learning to walk. He waited nearly 16 months then decided to walk across the room one night before bed. The next morning he was running. We had none of the cute toddling about, trying to find his balance. But we do have plenty of the cute games of toddler-initiated tag.

The combination of pregnancy plus an active Jonas has caused grand neglect to this blog. Evidently. There are plenty of posts I wanted to put up: Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's. Visits from both sets of grandparents. Vacations to Dubai, California, Austin, San Antonio, camping. But I've been too busy throwing Cheerios from the couch, treating my child like a duck at the park instead of an actual, real-life human being.

And then there are all the Jonas-related posts I've wanted to write about:
How he requalified for therapy. How he doesn't say words, but will occasionally say sentences. How he loves nursery (even though I still don't--no offense to the leaders; I just miss my little guy). How he works out with us in the garage and knows everyone's workout noises. How he can do a perfect lunge after watching Daddy do a mile of them. How he thinks the toilet is a perfect place to refill his water bottle. How he loves his buddies (stuffed animals). How he can play with cars all day long. How he loves my abyss of a bellybutton.

But no, those posts and stories will have to wait until Heaven. They are probably not forthcoming unless I get an extra burst of energy and an even more unlikely decrease in household and church responsibilities.

I haven't uploaded photos in months. Months! But I will post a recent picture or two in the month of April. The grandparents know how to put the pressure on and have requested updates. How can I deny a simple request from two people who acted as free babysitters for 2 straight weeks?

Until then, there are pressing questions I seem to answer every day that need to be addressed.

Part 2. As in Baby Number 2.

Did anyone else realize that TWO IS A LOT OF KIDS?!?!?!

I used to think two kids was a small family. Oh no. It's not. We are exiting our 7-year stint of that young couple or that young couple with the baby and entering into the phase where we are now considered that family. When we move, we will be the new family in the ward/neighborhood. Not that young couple who moved in.

As per usual, I receive a lot of the same questions regarding this baby, so with minimal fanfare, here are the deets:

Due date. June 7-17. Jonas' due range was June 6-16 so we are going to have a busy month.

Gender. We'll let you know in June, unless the ultrasound tech slips up. I never thought I would want a surprise...

Speaking of surprises, was it? Hmmm. I don't think any pregnancy can be considered a surprise if no preventative measures are being taken. Since I "would never have children without in vitro, and even then it's unlikely," I always planned on Jonas being our only kid. When Part 2 started making its presence known (and so quickly!), we were astonished. I miscarried in June, so we were somewhat prepared that my body could get pregnant again, but it still seemed unlikely. Surprise, no. Surprising, definitely.

How are you feeling? Ugh. But don't feel bad for me, because I'm having a baby! And so happy about it, too. I wasn't sick at all with Jonas, and my body is wholeheartedly making up for lost time. I think it's safe to say that week 30 isn't going to be the magic week either and I'm geared up to feel sick the entire pregnancy. (But if you ask me, I may just lie because it only makes me feel worse to remember my symptoms. Or maybe it's because I'm having a baby, and I really do feel quite fine about that).

But is there any relief? Yes. Exercise. And healthy eating. I hate that those are always the answer. If you are curious about my daily workouts, you can read them here: The Fit Mommies (There. My secret is out. Blog, I've been cheating on you with a younger, fitter blog). Originally this started out as a project between my friend and I, but she got so busy getting thin that I seem to have made it my own personal journal.

Are you ready for this baby? Is that possible?

Does Jonas understand? No. All he knows is that he has to fight for belly space. He lays on my stomach to snuggle and the baby's increasing strength allows him to feel the kicks. Jonas always pushes back. I'm glad they are already fighting. Did I mention that two is a lot of kids?

Anything else? Yes, but that will have to wait another 9.5 weeks. Unless of course the baby is here by then, which is likely.

Here are some old photos of Jonas at the pumpkin patch in October. They are pre-haircut, but since it's been 5 months, his hair looks like this again. Just imagine him with a thinner face and the same clothes fitting better.