Due Date, Due Date

Today the baby is due.

To be perfectly honest with you I fully expected to have a several day old, if not several week old baby in my arms by now. Jack was early and I expected this one to be early too. I left work super early so I'd be ready (since I wasn't with Jack) and now to spite me and my preparedness this child is apparently bound and determined to be late.

That is just how life works. I left at the last possible minute with Jack and wasn't ready at all and wasn't rested at all and he was early. This one I am sitting around in utter discomfort, twiddling my thumbs waiting for the baby to arrive.

I am just sick of being fat and I'm sick of weird pains. I went to the OB yesturday and she said if she had to place a bet she'd think I had atleast another week before the baby would come. She also said she'd never seen a baby with his head engaged that still managed to have his legs all up in his mothers ribs and lamented my extreme discomfort as the bablet kicked off my ribs with much force and head butted my cervix. OUCH!!

Also Im' sick of not being able to keep up with Jack. He can run faster than his ginormously fat mother now and is using it to his advantage.

Last week I took him to a large community park with several friends and their kids and was taking full advantage of my slow, rotundness. He ran off at full speed for the swings and got butted in the face by a 15 year old high swinging tushy before I could get to him. He almost catapulted off a 3 foot wall but i was luckily able to haul my fat tush up it and down the other side to save him in time, although I sacrificed some pulled muscles in the process and he ran into the community centre and joined in a class before I could catch him. He also got stuck in a covered slide and thank goodness Janeth was there and thin enough to crawl in and get him.

He is QUITE an adventurous soul that child.

Anyways, I dont' want to complain too much. Actually I DO WANT to complain too much but i'm sure many women that have gone far past their due dates would punch me in the face if I complained too much at this point so I won't.. BUt PLEASE let this baby come soon before I die of discomfort and anticipation.

Mat. Leave

Well I have officially been on Maternity Leave for this baby for one week now. Well technically I"m currently using up extra vacation which is awesome because since its vacation and not technical mat. leave Jack is still in daycare for as long as I need/want each day so I can actually get stuff done around the house.

I have been scurrying around the last week trying to prepare for this baby without exhausting myself too much. With Jack I barely had anytime off before I had him and we had next to nothing ready when he was born. We figured with our first we'd be late if anything, but that little boy had to be early so we were not ready! Add to that I was SOOO TIRED I just wanted to die when I went into labour with him. I'd been away from home for a few days visiting and had not slept well and went into labour right before I went to bed and UGH! It was not good.

So with this one I"m trying sooooo hard to actually be ready and rested! So far its working, but please pray for me that this little baby does not come until atleast Saturday! I need this week to finish up everything! (and yes I know I"m a FREAK and most people hope for early babies, but such is life!)

My Due date is March 25th so its coming up quickly and aside from not being ready to have this baby I am SOOOOOO READY to have this baby. My body feels like its about to crap out on me. For the last two weeks I"ve been retaining water like CRAZY! and who knew but retaining water makes you HURT so bad! SEriously this pregnancy up until last week I'd only put on 10 pounds total, then last week. 5 pounds in one week. HELLO water retention! UGH!

I also dont' think Jack is at all ready for this baby. He sort of knows its coming and I can see hes struggling with it! I'm sure he'll be fine after a few weeks of adjustment, but we are trying to give him all the extra love and attention we can now.

He is way to cute for words lately. He's had a verbal explosion the last few weeks (thank goodness!) and is saying about 10 new words a day. YEsturday he decided it would be appropriate to climb up on my stomach and stomp on my when I was lying down reading so I of course had to give him a major lecture about how inappropriate this was and he grabbed my cheeks as I was explaning that it was NOT COOL and said Kisses Momma and kissed me... haha so cute! HOw could I be upset at him after that!

I know I Stink at blogging lately, but now I"m off work and I think I'll get back into it.. excuse my return post of MAJOR scatterbrainedness.... I"m 9 months pregnant you know.. so I use it as an excuse to not have a clear brain!

H1N1

So on Tuesday after work Jack and I dutifully headed off to the Health Unit to received our H1N1 vaccines. We are both priority patients of course so we thought we'd take advantage of it. Overall it wasn't as bad an experience as I had thought. I thought I'd be waiting for hours, but on Sunday my good friend and Public Health Nurse Ruth advised me that Preggo's get to make appointments, so I only waited a mere 10 minutes (thats how early I was for my appointment).

Jack must have thought something funny was about to occur because he was clinging to me like crazy, which He NEVER does. He is such the forget about mommy where is my next adventure type. But in the waiting room he would not leave my lap and left a nice pile of drool on my chest with his cuddliness (I did so enjoy this random cuddly moment).

We got into the room and they administered my vaccine first. I was a little terrified Jack would freak out when he saw the needle going into my arm so I was trying to look overly happy. I must have looked like quite a freak to the nurse. My efforts of extreme smilyness were a waste though because Jack was fascinated by the needle, not freaked out at all. He kept trying to grab it and would not remove his eyes from it. So no crying there as I had expected.

Next it was Jacks turn. He still had fascination in the needle so was fine as I pinned his legs between my legs and his arms with my arms. Then the needle came. He was so happy as it approached wanting to see how it worked, but when it struck OH HOW HE SCREAMED! He Screamed and cried and screamed and cried, but only for 2 minutes. After 2 minutes he stopped screaming and crying and turned to the nurse and began Finger Wagging, emphatically motioning with his arms and yelling at her in baby gibberish!

She was flabbergasted. "I've never had a baby lecture me before." she said.

That Jack he really gave her the business. He was soo emphatic and you could just tell he was ripping a strip right off of her for causing him pain. It was hilarious.

Those who know Jack well have gotten these lectures before. He gave my Dad one when he dunked him under water when swimming once, then also included the lifeguard to ensure she woudln't let my Dad do it again. If Branden and I do something he doesn't like. Out comes the finger wag, lecture and emphatic arm gestures. He almost daily tells the day care ladies to "stop" followed by on of these rousing lectures. And the poor kid always gets laughed at. Because there is NOTHING and I mean NOTHING funnier than getting a lecture from a 17 month old.

Seriously if you see Jack on a regular basis. Please try and make him angry I assure you that you will be greatly entertained by the results.

Ultrasound

Well I"m sure everyone that has me on facebook already knows this. But on Friday we had our ultrasound to find out the sex of the baby. I'm not going to lie, both Branden and I really thought it was going to be a girl because this pregnancy has been so different. And we both really want to have alteast one of each at some point in time (and Branden wanted only 2, but now he must go for 3) But it was a boy! I'm really excited though. It will be crazy to have too little psycho Jacks around but so much fun! I do get slightly sad whenever I walk through the baby girls clothes. Why oh why are girls clothes SOO much more fun than boys!

Halloween

Halloween this year was alot of fun. I wouldn't necessarily say that Jack GOT it, but he sure did enjoy it. We did most of our celebrating on the 30th. WE had family down all day for our ultrasound and our ward Trunk or Treat. I think Jack's favourite part of the day was when I was emptying our candy to give out into a bowl. He pretty much went crazy, stole the bowl from me and spent a good hour just throwing it up over his head and organizing it into different places. I don't even think he realized it was candy, he just LOVED the bright coloured crinkly packages.

Me and Brando and Jack and my parents and my sister and her son Thomas all went to our wards trunk or treat that night. I'm on the activities committee so we got there early to set up and what not and I tell you I think the half an hour before everyone got there was Jack's most enjoyable time. The kid LOVED beyond all reasonable loving the fact that he got the entire parking lot to himself and ran everywhere. HE was GASPING for breath but kept running. He ran full speed across the parking lot and 3/4 of the way across the giant field we have for a good half hour. Needless to say by the time the trunk or treat actually started he was pretty tired. So I had to carry him from car to car. Poor kid. It was pretty good attendance though and alot of fun!

We didn't actually take Jack out on halloween. He was soo tired from the night before and well he was only allowed to eat like 2 pieces of candy anyways so it just would have been for our tummies so we didn't take him.

Here is the little man. Dressed up as Jack-Jack from the incredibles. Although we

think he thought he was Dash with all that running.
Our little family of incredibles. I was pretty deluxe on mine and Brandens costumes. red shirts with computer cut out and coloured in Incredibles symbols on them. SOO Deluxe! I was going to Screen Print them, but ran out of time!

Jack and Thomas exploring

Thomas the adorable Alien and my Dad.

Pumpkin Patch

For the entire month of October we have been wanting to take Jack to the Pumpkin Patch. Almost every Saturday has been rainy and cold so its been put off and put off and put off. Finally this past Saturday we went, it was freezing but atleast it wasn't raining. We went out to Shantzholm and had a great time. Jack liked playing in the mini corn/slash/hay maze and loved looking at the animals. He didn't show to much interest in the pumpkins much to my disappointment since i wanted some cute Pumpkin themed pictures. We didnt' stay a very long time since it was freezing and my maternity coat is still resting warmly at my Sisters house. But we had a great time. We got a great pumpkin that we are planning on carving up with Jack this coming weekend. It should be a great time!

Climbing Hay Bales


Thinking about putting his head through, of course when he did I missed it!

Hitting, Punching, Gnashing of Teethies

Lately Jack has taken to violence to express his emotions to Branden and I. I have been quite concerned about it because smacking seems to be his method of choice for dealing with any emotion. If he's excited he'll smack you, if he's sad he'll smack, if he's Angry OH HOW HE WILL SMACK YOU! We've been going over methods of getting him to stop and they do seem to be curbing this habit atleast a little. He gets time outs, or if we are holding him or playing with him he gets put down. He does not enjoy either of these things to he usually stops. But sometimes when he's really in a mood, it will do nothing to stop him. One night last week he was angry for no reason in particular and smacked me on my face. So I put him in time out in his crib for one minute. He cried and screamed and tried to climb out and after a minute I picked him up told him hitting was unacceptable and that I loved him. He promptly smacked me in the face again. So back in the crib he went. This repeated no less than a dozen times. The kid is stubborn. But since then he's gotten better. The hitting is less and less frequent.

I spoke with his daycare ladies last week and then said he has never once hit another kid there or them. So thats good (or maybe not) but he seems to be saving his very worst behaviour for home. As I was discussing it with them and expressing my extreme relief that he wasn't "that kid" the one that hit the others (especially since he is currently the oldest and in a room with several rather small babies) he smacked me in the face. They were shocked, I was unimpressed.


I am glad this behaviour is only happening with Branden and I and he isn't really a problem child at daycare or in the nursery. And our consistent responses of no, time outs and we love yous seem to be working. He is hitting less and less and when he does hit the last few days you can see him trying to resist. But those impulses can be hard to control for babies sometimes and he isn't always perfect. Its quite funny actually a few times in the last few days I have watched him fight the urge to hit me or Branden when he's upset he fights it so hard and you can see he's just not able to fight it so he will come over and hit all the while saying 'no no no no no:" because he knows its a no no. Its almost too cute to get him in trouble!

He is a wonderful child who I adore though and I just hope the hitting ends soon. Because quite frankly sometimes it hurts! and I hope its a normal stage of development. It seems to be from what I've read. More common for boys than girls, which makes sense since boys are so very, very rough and tumble!

Dear Pregnant Body

Dear Pregnant Body

I appreciate you, I really do. You are doing a wonderful thing and should be applauded for that. But at the same time I must confess that recently I despise you.

First of all my Pregnant Chest. STOP GROWING! You grew when I was pregnant with Jack, you grew again when I was breast-feeding Jack and you REFUSED to shrink back to your normal (already somewhat bountiful) size post breast-feeding. I thought you had reached your maximum possible size, but apparently I was wrong. You have decided to start growing on me again and I must say this is simply UNACCEPTABLE. Branden may admire and appreciate you, but I despise you. You make my clothes not fit, I am at max capacity in my shirts and bras and have no funds to buy more so STOP! You hurt my back, every night I want to cry because you throw my back all out of whack and it hurts so bad that after Jack is in bed I am in bed with a heat pack trying so hard to get you to stop hurting! And you are getting awfully hard to cover up. I strive for modesty I really do, but you my breasty nemesis make that hard for me. You are already large enough, you provided just fine for my first baby and if you stop growing I promise you will do the same for the second. So please give me a break and STOP GROWING!

Second, my dear sweet complexion. You were so kind to me and to Branden when I was pregnant with Jack. My body created some sort of wonderful hormone that somehow made not only mine, but Brandens skin perfect as well. Oh how we loved that 9 months of blemish free enjoyability. But what are you doing this time? Its like I'm a greasy 14 year old who spends her evening rubbing french fry grease on her face. Stop getting pimples! They make me feel ugly! and stop giving Branden pimples. We don't ENJOY!

Third Stomach, you know you have been causing me the most troubles. Please oh please stop making me barf. I appreciate that the nausea and barfing is not so unrelenting anymore. I appreciate the breaks. I DO NOT appreciate having to run from sacrament meeting to barf, I DO NOT appreciate having to run at top speed past my husbands study buddies just to have them hear me yack in the bathroom. I do not appreciate the horrified tears the eminate from my child when he sees me wretching! I do not appreciate the intense stomach pains that are not relieved no matter how many times I barf (excuse the talk of bodily functions here), poop, burp or toot. You KNOW that when I release gas you should stop hurting, but you insist on continuing the horrible pain. PLEASE STOP!

Fourth-Pregnancy Brain I'm assuming its you that is at fault for how tired I am and I just need to let you know I do not appreciate it one bit. I am well past the first trimester now and I was assuming the tiredness who come to an end as most pregnancy books promise. But you, you seem to be a rebellious brain. Making me tried WELL past the first trimester. I have things to do my dear brain. I need more energy more ability than just waking up, getting through the work day (barely) making dinner (barely) and finishing the dishes (barely). Instead of having to play with my son while sitting or lying down, I would like to run outside with him and chase him for hours as he is accustomed to. I am no longer a fun Mom because of you. I chase him once down the hallway and I'm toast and its not cool. Luckily I have a wonderful husband who is the best Father who chases twice as long, twice as hard to make up for my lackings. BUT i want to chase him myself. So please oh please stop making me so tired. And while I am talking to you brain, enough with the stupidness. You make me forget basic words. I can't hold an intellectual conversation anymore and the other day when I meant to say appetite I said apptitude. NOT SMART. I like being smart so stop making me dumb.

Fifth-Emotions. Get a handle on yourself. Bawling your eyes out whilst watching the Biggest Loser is not an acceptable practice. I am not a terribly tear filled girl and yet you have made me a sobbing mess. I could barely breath from how hard you made me cry at Forrest Gump the other night ( I was however slightly comforted when I looked ever and even Branden had a tear glistening in the corner of his eye, that is a great movie!) I was crying so hard at The Biggest Loser last night that Jack became most concerned. He brought me his favourite stuffed animal steve to make me feel better and when that didn't work he climbed up and gave me a big hug. AS pleasant and adorable as this was, my baby should not have to comfort me and my insane emotions I should be comforting him and his insane emotions.

Sixth, pregnancy Hair. I adore you. you make my hair less greasy I can go three days without washing without being a big old greaseball. You are growing fast and you are soft and lustrous. You may be the only part of my body I appreciate. So I love you!

In conclusion pregnancy body I know you serve me well in so many ways. You made me one perfect healthy amazing baby and I'm sure you're on your way to producing another. You get pregnant with a ridiculous amount of ease. You are a fertile myrtle body and I appreciate that. But I wish, OH how I wish you could do all these wonderful things with just a little less inconvenience to your possessor

Jacks First Hair Cut

Today we took Jack for his first haircut. At first it was going much better than I expected, he was fascinated by his reflection in the mirror and his crazy silk cape and was being completely quiet and still. Then the lady sprayed his hair with the water and he FREAKED out and then spent the rest of the time acting like we were trying to cut off a piece of his soul. The hair cut turned out good though, no more wispy weird mullet. They gave us a first haircut certificate and a lock of his hair and did you know that first choice doesn't charge for first haircuts. I recommend them. The lady worked fast and made it as painless as possible.

here's Jack about to start the hair cut

And an after picture. its cute, but I think it makes him look so much older. He's totally a little toddler now and not my little baby. that makes me happy, but also a smidge sad.

And the new haircut with a cheesy in his hair. Worlds best Mom eh!

Sewing

Recently I've gotten back into sewing in a big way. I've been trying all sorts of little projects for Jack. Some have worked, some have not. Some are done and some are not. If this little nugget inside of me is a girl though I promise that my inner seamstress will be unleashed. There are just way to many cute clothes I can make for her and I"m really excited about that. As for Jack I thought I'd show off a few of the things I've made for him lately. The things that are finished are halloween related.


These are some halloween pj's I made him. I couldn't get a good picture, because he was playing with the keyboard and pretty much as still as he's going to get when awake. He is not destined to be a model. I made the bottems too small though, hence the racing stripes in orange material down the side. They are still too small on his tushy. My problem was that I used a pair of his pj's that fit him now as the pattern. But the material they are made of is stretchy and this material, not so much. So his booty hangs out the back, they are still cute though, dorky racing stripes and all and I've learned my lesson for next time.

This is his trick or treating bag that I made him. Pattern from this lovely blog here--->Barefoot in the Kitchen Mine is less girly than hers, obviously and I didn't make the lid because I tried and it kept being too small and I figured who needs a lid anyways. you want easy access to that candy. I LOVE LOVE LOVE how this one turned out and Jack has great fun with it already shoving random crap into it and taking it around the house. I also made one for my nephew Thomas, but gave it to him before taking a picture. His is dark blue material, its cute too, but in the future I wouldn't use such a dark material because you couldn't see the jack'o'lantern face as well.

Anyways those are my current sewing adventures. I'll let you know as I finish more.

Tips Anyone?

So I'm hoping that some experienced Mothers read my blog here and can offer me some advice/tips. How do I ensure my sweet little baby to be comes late.. or at bare minimum on time. I'm really stressing out lately about this baby being early like Jack was and I just don't want that to happen. I want to be able to work as long as I can and preferably I would like it to be a month late. (I am aware for you Mothers who went overdue that I will probaly be changing my tune those last few weeks) But the thing is. This baby is due April 4th. Meaning I should start my maternity leave atleast 2 weeks before it comes since Jack was 2 weeks early, making my maternity leave start mid march. Which means that it will end mid march next year. Which is a problem

Branden finishes school end of next April and we will most likely be relocating. We'll go wherever he gets the best job and although its possible it might be in Kitchener its not likely. So even if I save up some of my vacation to cash out at the end of my Maternity leave that leaves me with a month where he isn't working and neither am I (because if we're moving I dont' want to go back to my job here for just a month and find daycare for Jack and #2 for just a month)

UGH! So how to I go back in time and make myself get pregnant a month later! (If only we were good at planning the timing of our babies!) Or how to I make sure I'm like 2 weeks late instead of 2 weeks early!

I've seen soooo many tips out there on how to induce your baby to come, sex, castor oil etc. But where are the tips to make it stay in your belly?? Anyone??

Crazy

I think its fair to say that my child is a smidge on the psycho side of the spectrum. He comes by it honestly though having been born to two parents who have been known to get a little out of control from time to time. But somedays this child is just unstoppable in his craziness.
Lets take last night for example. Jack was excitedly running up and down our hallway (as usual) and got a little too excited at something and ran smack into the wall (this happens more than I would care to admit). But this time was an extreme. After his wall collision he cried for about 15 seconds and then went on running, spent some time on Brandens lap, but seemed fine and normal.
A few minutes later Branden notices some red stains all over our carpet and starts asking me what on earth I've done to the carpet. That's when we look at Jack who's toe had been sliced open on the baseboard upon his wall collision and was bleeding QUITE profusely and tracking it all around the house. There were little bloody toe prints EVERYWHERE and since he'd been on Brandens lap oodles of blood had dripped down Branden's pants and were covering him!
Here is my poor hurt and very bloody baby who is not even making a fuss about this. That is until we went and washed it off and band-aided it. He was not impressed with the Band-Aid. He doesn't' like having stuff stuck to his foot (he freaks out if he steps on a piece of tape or plastic and it sticks to his foot) so he was unimpressed. But seemed fine once we covered it with a sock. He even hopped up on our bed and spent quite some time jumping and marching around. Until we noticed he had bled through his Band-Aid and sock and was leaving bloody toe prints all over our sheets. Then we searched our house from top to bottom and found one lonely robeez to put on him to keep the blood in place. It was a catastrophe and he looked RIDICULOUS!
But this didn't' stop him from running around, throwing his chair all over the apartment, crawling when the foot hurt to much and just plain being insane last night. It didn't' stop him from marching on the spot for 5 minutes at my feet or climbing back up on our bed to jump for another 10 minutes. This child is just out of control!

Thanksgiving

Monday was Thanksgiving and we had a great long weekend. Friday night we went to our wards Harvest Dance. Which was alot of fun. My parents came and watched Jack so Branden and I could go unencumbered. We learned to square dance, which was I have to say shockingly entertaining and fun. Although I had to FORCE Branden to try it I think in the end he had fun doing it.
Saturday we rested for our next two days.
Sunday we went to church and then to Branden's parents house for Thanksgiving dinner. It was tasty and fun EXCEPT that for some random reason my pregnancy decided to attack and immediately upon finishing the meal I spent quite some time vomiting it back up in the bathroom while everyone listened on. So very lady like of me! The barfing, however, didn't stop me from gobbling up some pumpkin pie later.
Monday we did our Annual Timon Family Tradition and went to the apple orchard. Usually on Thanksgiving Monday the place is booming with people. But this monday was about 1 degree out. So it was a ghost town, except us all dutifully bundled up and ready to pick apples. Jack had a blast though, he didn't even seem to notice the cold. And did not eat a single apple, but had way to much fun throwing them around with great abandon. Other than the freezingness that did not leave me all day it was a grand ol'time!
Then we went back to my parents for a wonderful turkey dinner that I did not wretch up this time (yay me!)
I stole some pictures from my sisters facebook for you to see our Monday Apple Orchard adventures.

Jack Eating Dinner
Jack pushing the Wagon

Picking up apples to throw

walking, cutest sweater on him ever EH! Got it for $2 at a garage sale, it has a matching hat he ripped off, but I LOVE it!

My nephew Thomas and his Dad Grant. Adorable scruncho face eh!

Sitting in the wagon.

Excuse the enormity of my head in Branden's hat (I was cold) and focus on Jack's adorableness!

Announcement-ish

Some days lately, scratch that, MOST days lately I feel like I am dying. Literally as though I am going to pass at any moment. The reason for this is a good one though, I’m pregnant! (Which I’m sure most of you already know) The due date is April 4th and I’ll be excited as soon as this child stops trying to slowly kill me. So far I refer to this baby as the difficult one. Jack is currently DEFINITELY the favorite!

I have been so, so, so sick with this pregnancy. I was not sick with Jack. I had minor morning sickness, which would easily go away with a bit of two of cracker every hour on the hour. With this one I have been puke your guts out (even when on the anti-nausea medicine) want to die all day most days sick. Its been getting better, I’m through my first tri-mester now so I thought it had past. I haven’t taken my medicine in days and I’ve only felt minor nausea… until this morning.

I woke up this morning feeling fine, feeling great. Well rested and happy to meet the day. I got into work at 7 and was still feeling great. At about 7:30 a wave nausea hit me like I haven’t felt before. I couldn’t even make it to the bathroom it hit so hard and so fast. I grabbed my garbage can and I wretched and I wretched and I wretched and I wretched. All in the garbage can, all in my hair and even some on my shirt. All while my 10 or so co-workers who start early like I do looked on in horror. They were shocked when I briefly looked up between liquid streaming from my mouth I saw the horrified look of swine flue terror on their faces. So I screamed out like the biggest nerd ever “Don’t’ worry I’m just pregnant.” Which did little to stop the stares of horror. When I finally finished the many sympathetic older women I work with gathered around to get my water, pat my head, tell me the understood and not to be embarrassed and to help me dispose of the waste can full of vomit. They all immediately said “it must be a girl”. That is the response I get whenever anyone finds out I’ve been sick. Apparently in many women’s experience they were deathly ill with their girls and barely sick with their boys.

It was a terrible experience. And I had to stay at work (sick days aren’t for wasting on myself you know!) reeking of vomit all day, my stomach muscles sore from so much wretching and feeling like a bag of turd. It has not been a good day.

BUT on a good note-Havarti Cheese and Stoned Wheat Crackers is the perfect post-barf snack.

Worst Day EVER!

Today stinks, yesturday stunk too, but today is even worse. Both Jack and I got sick yesturday. Mine is a stomachish thing that does not let me be too far from a washroom at any point in time and we are going to the doctor for Jack later today, but he has the worst cough ever, a super runny nose, diarhea and a fever.

Needless to say I am not at work today. I am home very sick and in pain myself and with a very sick and sad little boy. We are watching on tv both of our favourites, the bachelorette and the wiggles. Good day!

Last night I was in gut wrenching pain and Jack was up every 5 minutes and Branden had to work today. So for the first time ever he slept in our bed out of ease of getting him. And let me say this, it will not be a frequent situation. The kid is the rudest sleeper ever, he refused to sleep the right direction and spent all night wiggling and squirming and coughing and waking up ever 5 minutes with his head shoved into Branden's armpit and his feet kicking me in various places on my face and torso. Seriously even when the kid is dead asleep he's moving! So none of us slept too well at all last night.

So today is about appeasing us both. currently Jack is quite happily playing on the floor, hacking away, with massive amounts of boogers streaming into his mouth. The reason why he's so happy is because i let him play with every electronic in the house. Two wii-motes-check, 2 remotes-check- 2 phones-check, one cell phone-check, and one old camera to top it off. The kid is in electronic heaven. I think when I get the energy to get off the couch I'll add a keyboard into the mix.

I hope he sleeps well today because I need sleep like noone's business.

On a cuter note (and less boogery and disgusting note) Jack is obsessed with stuffed animals lately. Actually make that stuffed animal. My cousin Bailey, his honorary Aunt Bailey bought him this fabulous soft lion thats bigger than he is that he LOVES. Every day when he comes home he runs straight for it throws it on the floor gets on top and gives it some serious LOVE (its soo weird, but makes him soo happy) and various times throughout every day he'll bring it to me to hug and then want me to hug him with the lion in between us. Its pretty much the cutest thing ever! I'll try and capture a video of him giving his lion love to share, because it is soo adorable (and weird!)