The Lady Bug

I went in today for the 4D ultrasound of the Ladybug, and she is just beautiful. I forgot how amazing Bears was when we went, but as soon as she brought that little face up on the screen, it all came rushing back. She looks exactly like Bear did. She has really long fingers and big feet. And the fattest little face you have ever seen. She has 2 chins! She sucked on her arm for a majority of the time and even cracked a smile when her big brother came to talk to her. He got to sit right next to me on the table while it was happening. He laid his head down across my chest at one point and laid there rubbing my belly watching the TV screen. He was as mesmerized as I was. He was completely still for 45 minutes as he got to see his baby sister for the first time.

And she was super calm too. She just cuddled up against me and was super photogenic. Here she is:

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:

Shave and a haircut

Okay he is not old enough for the shave part but today Bear got his first home hair cut. His 3rd haircut ever. His hair is so beautiful and soft and I love it and could never really bring myself to keep it short. So he has had shoulder length locks for the last 8 months now. Today I decided he needed a trim, so I sat him down in his little chair, layed out a towel to catch the fallen hair, and went to town. I cut about an inch off, and he looks older now and more like a boy. So now we start the growing out process again.

Growing up...

Nope not talking about Bear. I am talking about myself. This last weekend I gave up the last little bit of wild and craziness I was holding onto. I let go of my childhood. I said goodbye to the past. I am moving on. Moving forward. Gone are the days of letting down my hair, taking the top off(the Jeep) and feeling free. Yes that is right. I gave up the Jeep. The Wrangler. My baby. The one I was going to pass onto my children and they were going to pass onto their children. If you don't know, or can't tell by this post. I LOVED that Jeep. And probably not in a healthy owner/car way. That Jeep was my baby. I had so much fun in that Jeep. Nothing but good memories. Memories of driving up and down the coast of Cali with the top and doors off, wind blowing in my hair, blasting music, headed to the beach to get sun-burned. Even while here, I could take the top off and feel so young and so free and have so much fun. No matter what kind of a mood I was in, I could get in that Jeep and just instantly smile. I took her into town last week to get some work done on her tires and Bear got to ride in her for the first time. He is my son. He fell in love immediatly. He started saying "Jeep ride!" Every time we walked past the Jeep, he would get so upset that we weren't going on a "Jeep ride." Good-bye is the Jeep wave. I teared up on that drive every time I passed another Jeep. Never again will I be able to flash the peace sign to oncoming Jeeps.

So she is gone. Well not gone yet, she is still sitting in my driveway, but essentially she is gone. Money borrowed against her so that I could grow up and get a "family car." No not a mini-van. *Snort* I am not that grown-up yet. Maybe when I am in my 40's. I have 2 friends that just bought mini-vans. And even though we have done everything else together since I have known them, including having boys and then exactly 2 years later, getting pregnant and having girls, I drew the line there. I thought about it, I must admit. I even looked at one. I let Bear sit in one. However I cannot see myself in a mini van. It makes me giggle. So I bought what only made sense in my mind; a grown-up version of the Jeep. A Jeep Commander. The top doesn't come off, but it has a sun roof and then two little sky lights over the kids seats. It really is beautiful and the most graceful way I have found for myself to embrace mommyhood and a growing family.