come on dogs

This is Porter trying to share his apple with the 7th dog he saw at the park last week.
And this is Porter starting to give up after the 12th dog said no to sharing his apple.
And this is Porter after realizing that a total of 29 dogs turned him down.

Come on, dogs.

big boy room, coming soon

Oh this little old house. If you came over for dinner one evening, no doubt you would probably hear Dan and I discussing where to put the new baby. And where to move Porter's crib. And omigosh, where is Sherman going to sleep?! (And I'm totally kidding about Sherman, he has more beds than all of us combined.) Our house hasn't gotten any bigger since we bought it back in 2007. Better? Yes. Much better. But definitely not bigger. So with our growing family, you would think this "starter-home" of ours would be the first to go. But we're just not there yet. Although we definitely talk about our options, neither one of us wants to give it up quite yet. Now that we've fixed up the third (and final) bedroom, we've been going back and forth on what we should do with it. Keep it as an office? Put the new babe in this room? Make this Porter's big boy room? I think we made a decision. But first ... let's take a look at what this room looked like back in 2007 ...
And then a couple of months ago
So now ...
we've decided to make this little room a big boy room for Porter.
And his current room will stay a nursery for his little brother or sister.
Two days ago I asked P if he wanted this new room to be his new room. He immediately walked back to his current room and I thought "oh no, he's sad about moving rooms and is going to his current room to hide and throw a fit and cry all day." Because you know, I'm pregnant and dramatic and that's how my mind works these days. Five seconds later he walked back out with a huge grin on his face, dragging a blanket and holding a few of his favorite trucks. He dropped his precious cargo down on the floor of his new room and that was that. He's been hanging out in there ever since. So now for the fun part of moving furniture and making this room just right for our very special soon-to-be big brother! 
And yes, we'll be sure to get him a bed too. :)



I'm going to go ahead and just leave you in suspense and not show you what happened next.
Because suspense is fun.
Okay, so really I just don't want you to think I'm a bad mom.
I only laughed a little when water sprayed up over his head.
And into his mouth.
And straight up his nose.
Okay, okay.
So I laughed a lot.


26 weeks

Nesting like crazy.
Loving all things honey (hmmm, sound familiar?).
Oh and soft pretzels too. So I'm thinking it's another boy! 
But we still don't know the gender. And it's driving me crazy.
Worried about Porter. Worried about how I'll take care of two three.
Sherman will be fine. He's been through this before. :)
Obsessed with tv.
And sitting on the couch.
And just sitting down anywhere. Zzzzz.
Feeling every single movement all day long. And night too.
Learning to let go of things.
Learning to appreciate the small things.
Loving watermelon and ice cream.
Thinking about natural childbirth. 
Oh but just kidding.
Not thinking about natural childbirth at all.
Happy about my placenta moving out of the way. Yippee!
Okay, fine. Super emotional.
Worried about the newborn stage.
Excited about the newborn stage.
Worried and excited about everything. 
Ready for a new adventure.

Cheers to you, 26!
Glucose test, here we come! :)

love you forever

I have always loved my son, don't get me wrong. But the newborn stage was just really hard for me. I'm not sure if it was leftover hormones from pregnancy or brand new hormones from breastfeeding or just pure sleep deprivation or plain ole' postpartum depression. Or maybe I'm just not a newborn person like so many people are. But for whatever reason, the first several months were tough. Although I loved Porter dearly, I didn't love that he cried. A lot. And I didn't love that he didn't sleep. Not even a little. But it all got better. And it's true what they say. You love your kids more and more each and every day. Even if you never thought that could be possible. Even if you didn't think you could love them any deeper. The love keeps growing. And the best part? They love you right back.

This season right now ... this age that Porter is at ... it is absolutely everything. Not only do I know that Porter loves me, but he can actually show me and (almost) tell me. I mean, the kisses! The hugs! The smiles and giggles! I can't get enough. Not to mention, just hearing his little voice say "mama" can make any crummy day allll better. When we have get-togethers with family and friends, Porter's favorite thing to do is to point to me and say "mama, mama" over and over (just enough times to annoy our guests, I'm sure) like he's so proud to know me, like he's proud to have me.

Spending all day, every day with this kid is so special. People ask me all the time if I get tired of it. Ha! YES. There are tough moments. There are rough days. But like I've said before, then they go to sleep. And you have a moment to breathe. And to think. And you remember what a blessing it is to be with them, no matter how tiring it might be. If you have never read the book Love You Forever ... it's a good one. This book sums up motherhood so well. Yes, your kids drive you absolutely bonkers. And I've learned that it's totally okay to admit that. Yes, there are tough times as a mom. But you always go to your kids. You always hug and kiss them. And you always, always love them.

Every night, after saying goodnight to daddy and Sherman, Porter and I pile up blankets on the floor of his room and read books together before I put him in his crib. And it never fails, every single night after I put him in his crib, he reaches out for me one last time. I scoop him back out and hold him tight against my body. I ask him if he wants me to sing him a song and he always nods his head yes. I sing Jesus Loves Me while rocking him slowly back and forth. He keeps both of his little arms tight around my neck, while twirling my hair with his chubby little fingers. I tell him I love him for the 874th time that day and kiss him and I lay him back in his crib, where he curls up on his belly and drifts off to sleep.

I know I'm an emotional pregnant woman right now, but I was thinking last night about how much I take these little moments for granted. Today it feels like he'll be wrapping his little arms around me forever. But tomorrow he could stop. And one day he will no longer kiss me on the lips or need me to sing Jesus Loves Me before bedtime. One day he won't need his mama like he needs me today. And one day will be the last day that I pick my baby boy up to hold him. I honestly can't imagine life without picking up Porter a hundred times a day, whether my chiropractor approves of it or not. :) I can't imagine life without his chubby little toddler legs running around the house or his itty bitty voice trying to spit out big ole' adult words. I know every new stage is wonderful, but I just kind of want to freeze time right now. And keep Porter my little boy forever. 

So this is just a little post to remind myself to take it all in. To put down the phone and leave the dirty clothes in the hamper for an extra day or two. To kiss him and hug him and tell him I love him every single chance that I get.

Because these are the days.
And they go by way too fast.