It's Official

Yes my smart friends... we are expecting number two! I'm due September 15th and we are very excited. I should find out in just over a month what we are having.

The downside to all of this is that I have been sick as a dog! Which makes going to school a little tricky. The upside is that I have felt great for the past 5 days and I'm hoping that morning sickness is over. Now if I could just stop having migraines I wouldn't even feel pregnant other than my growing tummy.

Now I do have to add that amid all the excitement, there is a small part of me that is so sad to take any attention away from Jay. I know that sounds naive but we have had so much fun as the three of us. He'll be three when the baby is born and he knows something big is happening. He's so sweet. The whole time I was sick he would bring me blankets and turn off the lights if I had a headache. One day, he told me he was sad because Mommy couldn't play with him anymore! How do people do this more than once?!

Mad Gab

Who doesn't love this game?
Well, it can't be that hard to come up with clues... so I thought I'd try my hand at one:


Conga Rat Chew Lay Timmy.
Eye Half Abe Abe Ian Might Homey.


Anybody?

Daddy's Girl

At first glance, my parents are polar opposites... my dad, the free-spirited, prodigal teddy bear married to my mom, the socially timid, ever-faithful bookworm. I was very young when I realized that this was an unconventional match up. Some of my earliest memories were watching my parents in public situations and I think, even then, I found it humorous. My dad would be all over the place talking to anyone and everyone until he made some joke, to which everyone listening would laugh, except my mom. She would simply smirk and look around for a pair of sympathetic eyes. I later came to understand that her look was not embarrassment or pity even, but rather her acknowledgment that she had very little control of what her husband said. This honestly is one of my favorite things about my parents. Because no matter how many times I have seen that look from my mom, I know (in their own odd, little way) my parents are perfect for each other.

Recently, I have suspected that my own marriage may be following in my parents' footsteps. I realized last night that the number one thing my husband says to me, besides "I love you", is "You're not funny." Now, I don't take offense to this because he is almost always laughing when he says it. (That kind of negates his point.) But I'm 90% sure that my husband is either embarrassed by me or for me. He insists that before I post ANYTHING on this blog, I must run it by him first... which I rarely ever do. He nearly died when he saw the post about our new dishwasher. I guess I can only hope that my own children find this as endearing as I did growing up.

My Funny Valentine

According to Joe, this makes him the best husband ever.

Now if four older gentlemen in pink vests showing up at my door singing love songs is what it takes to be the best husband ever, just wait until you see what I have planned for St. Patrick's Day Joe! Oh ho ho... we'll see who's the best spouse after that. It's on.

Oh and I love you too.

Pondering

I'm feeling reflective.

(Reflective is a funny word because what I mean is thoughtful but I'm sure I conjured up mental images of sequins and body glitter. So please refer to the former explanation and I'll start again...)

I'm experiencing a phenomenon relating to or characterized by deep thought.

Today, I was watching Joe read "Danny the Dinosaur" to Jay and I thought, "Is this what life is all about?" I think I get caught up in so many unimportant things. I've watched a lot of people close to me struggle and suffer through their life's trials and I can't help but wonder what makes their life bearable. Who makes their life worth living?

For me, I live to hear Jay tell me that he has a secret and then cup his hands around my ear and in the sweetest little voice whisper, "Dinosaur." (He really likes dinosaurs.)

I live to see what a great Dad Joe is and how his eyes light up when he plays with Jay. And to see the same light in Jay's eyes.

I hope everyone has that. Sappy, I know. But those are my thoughts tonight.

My Sunshine

So after posting the last video of Jay (screaming tantrum), I felt a little bad because I would hate for you to think he is like that all the time. In reality I have the sweetest son ever with a few moments of craziness. This is the real Jay...

Bye Bye Bieber

Waaaaaaaa!

Oh and here's an example of the tantrums Jay's been throwing lately. They are so over the top that it's hard to not laugh... or record them. This time he wanted to play with the iPod.

Technology will be the end of us.