I like to think it is in the genes

I knew he could count to five. I thought that was a huge thing. I was so proud. Then today out of no where, he started counting and didn't stop until he got to 13. I almost pooped my pants. I sat there dumb founded. Had I heard right? Did he really just do that? So I asked him to count his numbers again. Right up to 13 he went like he had been doing it all his life. He kept on counting to various numbers, stopping for a minute then continuing on with the next number. We got home tonight and I asked him to do it again and he went all the way to 15! Of course as soon as I whipped out the video camera so we could show daddy, he would only go to 11 before the battery died. But I don't care. I am the mother of a genious.

It's still a girl

I went in yesterday to get my check up ultrasound and everything looks beautiful. The doctor had some concerns with the last ultrasound and now those worries are put to rest. She is healthy and that is all I can ask. She is also a little big. But I guess that was to be expected after Bear came out the size of a 2 month old. According to my cycle dates, I am supposed to be 29 weeks. After the last ultrasound, they moved my date a week backwards. So now I am 30 weeks. As of yesterday she is measuring in at 31 1/2 weeks. The ultrasound tech guesstimated her weight to be 4 1/2 lbs. I don't think I need to worry about her being a small baby. I dont' know if they are going to move her due date again. I am not going to let them because that would put her on Bears birthday. And I have decided that I need at least a weeks rest in between birthday parties.

Why can't every day be Easter?

Since he is now sleeping through the night in his big bed, I always crack his door and mine before I go to bed so that he can come in and cuddle with me in the morning. (I still have that baby locky thing on his doorknob for naptimes.) This morning I woke up and was laying in bed when he woke up. I heard him open his door, and walk down the hallway yelling "Easter Bunny?" over and over. I called out to him and he came into my room stood at the side of my bed and very seriously asked me about the Easter Bunny. So I had to take him out to the kitchen and show him that there was no Easter basket. He looked so heart broken. I tried to explain that the Easter Bunny only comes once a year and we would have to wait until next year but I don't think he understood because he stood there looking at me like I was nuts. So I gave him some cheerios and he got over it.

Happy Easter

Friday we went and sat on the Easter Bunny's lap. He screamed; when we had to leave and the Easter Bunny had to stay behind.
Saturday we went on an Easter egg hunt. By the time he figured out what he was supposed to be doing, all of the eggs were gone. He had more fun running around with his friends though.

And then Saturday afternoon, we colored some eggs, which was surprisingly a clean experience.

The finished product:Sunday morning he woke up and got to see what the Easter Bunny left for him. Here he is showing off his Jeep. Since he can have no sugar, he got Easter eggs with cars in them.
Looking his Easter best:

And mommy 30 weeks pregnant: