Handsome Boy

This little handsome boy is the love of my life...well after Brandon anyways.

Even though he can drive me crazy at a drop of a hat, he's still my little man!

And a little man at that...we finally got our insurance fixed since moving back, so I was able to take David to the doctor's for some over due shots and a check up.

This little man is just shy of 27 lbs (50%) and is 34.8 inches tall (87%)!

The perfect boy!!

Now we're just waiting for the arrive of another perfect little boy...only 14 days left!!

Walmart Scare

David hates, and I mean absolutely HATES, sitting in those Walmart or grocery carts unless he can be sitting forward and watching were we are going...which means most of the time he isn't strapped in.

Well, last night we just decided it would be easier if he was just sitting in the cart with our purchases rather than fight with him to turn around and sit down. Mistake #1.

David did not want to sit in there either but wanted to jump around. Brandon was getting pretty frustrated with him because he wasn't listening to us, and would sometimes jolt the cart so David would fall back. Mistake #2. David thought this was hilarious.

We hurried and found everything we needed because he was driving us crazy and got into the shortest check out line possible...right next to a stack of magazines. Mistake #3.

What is it, three strikes and you're out? That was the case for us. David reached for a magazine and pulled it off of the rack and promptly threw it on the floor. I reach down with my pregnant 37 week belly and put the magazine back...I must have been too slow because the next thing I hear is Brandon yelling, "Oh Honey..." and turn just in time to see David face plant on the floor.

He must have tried to reach for another magazine and fell out instead...Brandon couldn't catch him because he was at the front of the cart, and I was moving too slow. We picked him up and through all the crying and screaming looked him over and, surprising, he looked ok. There was a decent bump on his head and his gums were a little bloody but other than that, no scrapes or gashes. We were worried about a concussion, since it was a decent fall, but we watched him the rest of the night and kept him up about an hour past his normal bed time and by then he was bouncing off of the walls...normal David stuff. If anything, I think it shook Brandon and I up more than it did David. Today there is only a little bruise on his head...barely anything. Heavenly Father was definitely looking out for His little child! Thank goodness!

One of Those Days

We got about maybe 5 inches of snow last night and our managers called and asked that we move our cars so that they could plow the parking lot. I put on a show for David and plopped him down on the couch, hoping he would stay there. Then I went outside and cleaned off my car and moved it. As I was walking back, I was noticing the other cars in the parking lot and thinking "they need to get on top of things and move their cars" (the managers had given us a time limit...move your cars by such a time...) Well, then I noticed that one of those parked cars looked familiar and I realized that Brandon got a ride into school today, and that car was his. Shoot, I had to clean off and move his car too, but I had to go back inside to get his keys. I knew David wasn't going to like me leaving twice but there was nothing I could do about it. I walked back in and David was up at the counter top trying to reach a power tool we had borrowed. I got him down, told him not to touch, and to just sit and watch his show. I then told him I had to go back outside again...and as I walked out the door, he came running up behind me and started to cry. I told him I would be right back and figured he would just stand and cry at the door until I came back in. Well, when I came back in he was right there, tears streaming down his face, and looking guilty. I asked him what was the matter and he pointed to the floor. There on the floor was this huge pile of pizza sauce. I had made pizza the previous night for dinner and still had some sauce left so I put the can in the fridge. David must have been thirsty, went into the fridge, pulled out the can, and tried to drink it. There were some nice pizza sauce stains on his pajamas too. So I stripped him down and set him on the couch and told him not to move. I was frustrated because I really didn't want to clean up the floor with a huge 37 week pregnant belly, but I tried not to get mad at him because I could tell he was upset about it. As I was on my hands and knees cleaning, I asked David where the can was...I don't think he understood because he didn't answer, so I started looking for it. It wasn't in the living room and all the bedroom doors were shut, so I went back into the kitchen. I opened the fridge door and there was the can sitting right were I put it only upside down and empty. It was like he was trying to tell me, "I didn't mean to do it Mommy." My frustration flew out the window and I just stood there and laughed. Even though it was a huge mess and I was going to be late taking Brandon's lunch in, I just thought the whole thing was hilarious...hopefully I can keep that same thought process when he starts to make even more messes. But for right now, I'm still laughing.

26 Days to go

Here I am at 36 weeks and 2 days...only 26 more days to go! We are so excited, and nervous, to have this little boy in our lives...we can't wait to meet him! (And Mommy can't wait to have her body back!) :)

Bringing in the New Year

The start of 2011 has been interesting to say the least. We are still trying to unpack...it's basically the little things that didn't have a place to go before, so they still don't. Moving is such an interesting thing. We got rid of so much junk when we moved out and now that we're moving back in we've realized that we still have a lot of junk that we don't need. Finding places for all this junk has been put on hold for a little while because Brandon caught this weird sickness and it's been hanging on for days. So he has no energy to do much unpacking and if I do too much work by myself I start having some mild contractions. As much as I want to meet this little boy, it's still too early for him to come out. Granted, I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to stay in there for the entire 40 weeks, but he needs to wait just a little while longer.

David is still working on his little diarrhea problem. I think we have finally decided it's from too much juice, so we have been slowly taking away a thing of juice and replacing it with either water or milk. The poor boy loves his juice though so it's been a little difficult for him. But we have started to notice a difference, so at least it working. It's kind of sad that we were giving him more juice to keep him hydrated while having diarrhea and it ends up being the juice that is causing the problem. Sad, so sad.

Brandon has also started school...luckily he's better enough that it's not that big of a problem to be at school all day. Unfortunately, he tells me this is going to be a really difficult semester. Figures. This happened when David was born...he was working two jobs as well as taking 12 credits. He was basically gone from 7 am to 7 pm. It might not be that bad this time around, but I still probably won't see him much because of homework. It should be interesting to see how I handle taking care of 2 kids...but even though I know it's going to be a lot of work, I am excited to finally have this boy in my arms. We finally decided on a name too! Jacob Michael Lyons...we love it! :)

I can't wait to see what the rest of 2011 has to offer us since the start has been so interesting! lol