Pajama Day

I pulled a Pajama Day today. Not THAT kind of Pajama day. You know the,

"I'm not going to do anything all day" Pajama Day. It was more like a "I'm too busy cleaning, cooking and taking care of kids to even get a chance to change out of my pajamas" Pajama Day.

Liz, I love your kids and am thrilled you guys got to do something fun for your anniversary, but I'm not going to lie... I am worn out!

And now it's 10pm and I'm going to go take a shower and put on some clean pajamas =)

those fishy lips make it all worth it!

TV Tokens

Duncan's third Birthday is looming and it looks like I will most definitely be the mom of a diapered 3 year old. I had this great idea to use T.V. as incentive for using the potty. I got a bag of pennies and called them T.V. tokens. Then I found a jar and put a sign on it that reads,

"T.V. Tokens 5 tokens = 1 show"

He can earn tokens for going potty as well as for cleaning up toys, sleeping in his OWN bed, getting dressed all by himself and other "big boy" stuff. After a few days of this token system Duncan hasn't really progressed one bit toward being potty trained, but he has learned math. I noticed that Duncan could tell me how many more tokens he needed to get to 5. I thought I would take it a bit further. I explained to him about "plus" and "minus" and then started quizzing him. I kept the numbers under 5 and to my SHOCK, he could do these simple little math problems.

Is it just me or is this AMAZING? I'm sorry if anyone takes this the wrong way, but this kid is really smart. I think he was born smart. I mean, what nearly 3 year old can read and do math? I just have to figure out how to keep him interested and motivated. And how to teach him to pee in the toilet (a much more useful skill for a 3 year old).

Backside

So, after living without a full length mirror, I mean living without even a 2/3 length mirror for almost 2 years, it's a bit alarming being in a home with so many opportunities to see so much of myself. I had no idea how similar Finlay and I look from behind.

A Must See

I was scanning the guide on the TV and noticed this description of the Lifetime movie, "A Boyfriend for Christmas."

A young girl tells Santa that she wants a boyfriend for Christmas and 19 years later he comes into her life carrying a Christmas Tree.

Am I the only one who thinks this is funny?

A Moment to Say Thank You!!

*thank you for spending your summer days with me, chatting and chasing kids

*thank you for loving my kids and always being willing to help whether it be for a few minutes or few hours.

*thank you for the meals.

*thank you for lifting heavy stuff for us.

*thank you for the pot lucks and picnics and lunches in the park.

*thank you for play dates and preschool.

*thank you for your sister's hand-me-down clothes and buddy passes.

*thank you for the eggs, cups of flour, lemon juice, soy sauce and whatever other ingredients I happened to be missing.

*thank you for your instruction.

*thank you for your example.

*thank you for your sweet little ones.

*thank you for 2 fantastic years!

I'm Making a List and Forgetting to Check it

A To-Do list that is. Amidst all the stress of moving, cleaning, sewing project, kids etc. I have completely lost my brain. Below is a list of a few of the things that I can remember doing or not doing this past week.

On Sunday I was trying to tell the new Primary President stuff about the calling. I couldn't think of anything to say. Finally after spacing out for a few minutes all I could say was, "Read the handbook."

Every load of laundry has been washed twice. I forgot about them until they got so smelly they needed another wash.

I threw away a total of about 2 lbs of chicken breast. I put them in the fridge to defrost and forgot about them until they went bad.

Ok...I know there are more but...funny....I can't seem to remember......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Somehow I've still managed to keep these two alive.

What year is it again?

2009? Really? Because I find it hard to believe that it's almost 2010 and we haven't found a better way for plantar wart removal. I should probably be too embarrassed to discuss the topic but...I'm not. This suspicious little thing has been hurting so bad the past few weeks. I had to wear Crocs to the mall. I already felt like a frumpy dumpy mom and completely out of place. The Crocs, I'm sure were the convincing footwear for anyone who might have thought I might have been cool once.

So, I finally made an appointment with a Family Doctor. He tells me that they need to shoot liquid nitrogen on the wart to freeze it out. Ok, I can take a bit of pain. Then he says that in a few hours a huge blister will form and I'll have to walk on this blister, which will hurt. Ok...a little bit more pain. I can handle it. Then he says that this will last a WEEK. Ok, now I'm getting confused. A WEEK? And then he says after a few more weeks I need to come back and do it all over again. Alright, alright...this has to be a joke. 2010? Really? It's going to take weeks of some serious pain and discomfort to get rid of a freakin' wart? Anyway, I'm in the "waiting for a blister" stage. You wouldn't believe the pain. Now, when someone asks why I'm limping I'll have to gross them out by saying, "I HAVE A WART."

Confessions...

First, I've been reading Alma for 5 months.

Second, I'm sleeping with a sippy cup of water next to my bed these days. I can't seem to find a water bottle anywhere in this house! (a water bottle is really just a grown up version of a sippy cup, right?)

And third, this mess of foam animal stickers has found, what I'm afraid might be after 5 days, a permanent home on our master bedroom floor. (I caught myself laughing as I typed "master")

Oh, and be sure to scroll all the way down and check out our new family picture. This is apparently the best we could get from the 2 year old.

Playground Pals

On Jimmy's Watch.

I guess Duncan wanted to make his shirt...

match his socks.

* socks occurred naturally...the shirt however is a result of what must have been some pretty precarious handiwork with these guys

Our little Cheetah snuggling up to his favorite little turtle. I'm enjoying this time when Duncan can just throw on any old animal costume and be happy as a clam. Someday he'll come to me and say, "Mom, I want to be a ham sandwich for Halloween." And until that day, I am going to relish in the easiness of a hand-me-down zip up animal suit.

Wow...that would sure be fun to watch on my ride up the escalator. =)

Deep Thoughts

Duncan: When I grow up I'm going to be a dad

Me: Yep.

Duncan: When Jessica grows up she is going to be a mom.

Me: Yep.

Duncan: When you grow up and are a baby, we'll be your parents.

Me: Well, that's not really how it works. I won't ever be a baby again. I'm just going to get older and older until I'm old like Great Grandpa.

Duncan: And then you will die?

Me: Yes. That's what happens when we get old and our bodies stop working.

Duncan: But I will always want my mommy.

Me: *getting teary eyed*

Duncan: And Fin will always want you to feed him.

Me: *holding back giggles*

Duncan Said...

he was begging me to pick him up and carry him to the house and when I refused he sluggishly followed and whined, "I'm running out of

gas!"

He used this one again with Jimmy when he didn't want to walk up the hill. He told Jimmy that his LEGS were running out gas.

At church a few weeks ago we sat on a side bench near the windows. Duncan was playing in the curtains and when I asked him to stop he said impatiently, "I'm just checking the weather, honey." I let him check the weather and he declared it, "beauuuuutiful!"

Tonight we had some friends over. The kids thankfully were keeping themselves entertained in the play room for quite awhile. Eventually someone lost it and we heard screams. Our friend jumped up to tend to it, and said she found Duncan corralling her kid in the corner. We could hear him yelling, "I'll deal with her!"

Help, I've Fallen in a Rut and I Can't Get Out

A no exercising, eating too much junk and staying up too late rut.

I'll tackle one at a time. That's all I can handle. So...I guess this is my last late night. The other two are just too overwhelming right now.

My Little Sanity Stealer

Don't be fooled by his cuteness. He really is out to get me! Take, for instance, what he did to me last night...

8:30AM Goes to bed

11:00PM Wakes up and eats

12:30AM Wakes up and eats some more

2:45AM Wakes up and I rock him back to sleep

4:45AM Wakes up and I try to rock him, then try the swing

*Cries*

5:30AM Eats and sleeps

7:30AM Wakes and snacks

8:30AM Up just in time to start getting ready for church.

Sorry, for all those who have already been subjected to my whining. It really is all my fault. I should have been tougher in the beginning. We let him cry tonight...we'll see if it makes a difference.

Night Off

Do you ever have those evenings when you just decide to do nothing? You know, like after you eat dinner you blog stock instead of do dishes. Those nights when, instead of fold the laundry while you watch T.V., you sprawl on the couch with your feet propt up on your honey's legs (who by the way, is much more accustomed to these "nights off" and is completely immuned to the next day guilt). You know those evenings when you don't mind giving in to your two year old's request to lay in his race car bed with him until he falls asleep playing with the moles on your neck...(or as Duncan likes to call them, nipples). It's not like there isn't still shredded cheese and avocado bits on our dinner table or a big luandry basket of clean clothes by the couch. I just decided not to wash them and not to fold them...but instead to do NOTHING. And since I haven't blogged for a while, I figured, why not -it's not like I have anything better to do.

*it's amazing how I manage to stay up ridiculously late even on my night off. Oh no...I better go to bed to curb the early on set of guilt.

Letters

Dear Duncan,

Today I heard you naming your Cheerios. You named them Jessica, Kelsi, Darrell, Ashley...all the names of your friends and their families. Funny but scary...seeing that in the end you ate them all.

Dear Finlay J.,

Today we danced to "Bubbly" to get your mind off of you know what. You see, you like to eat a little bit every 2 hours instead of a lot a bit every 3 or 4 hours. It drives me crazy, but our little dance was a nice perk. I would spend all day smiling and cuddling with you, but alas, there are dishes, laundry, and messes a-callin'.

I Feel a Little Bit Happier Now...

I think I would like it even more if they weren't in a church, but still...

Jimmy is Back

So, Jimmy has been at a sales conference in Tucson for the past 5 days. I had all these big plans for his return. Clean house, warm dinner, cute wife. He came home to a half vacuumed living room (not to mention the mess he had to trample through to get to bed), cold pizza, and a wife who hasn't brushed her hair in 3 days. Fortunately our less than perfect home still proved better than Arizona heat and a near vomit inducing plane ride.

I just keep seeing this picture pop up on our ongoing slideshow.
Look at us. So young. So.....well, we won't go there. It reminds me of less smellier time. A time when we used to hold hands, and I did my hair. A time we like to refer to as - B.C.-
B E F O R E C H I L D R E N

Warning: Long Post Ahead

We have had a busy summer. Jimmy is pretty amazing at working as little as possible. Which is nice. He brings home a paycheck AND I get a summer with my husband. Anway, 2 weeks ago we had tons of family in town for Finlay's blessing. In fact, we had so much family in town, we weren't able to invite all our friends to the big event. I'm so sorry friends. We love you and will think of another way to lure you up to our little cave of an apartment soon.

This little thing was my big project, completed at 2am Sunday morning. It actually didn't take that long. I just didn't start until 11pm, only to realize my sewing scissors were missing. I got back from Wal-mart at midnight.

Here's our little old man baby looking fine and scottish in his family tartan. (and his big brother looking mischievious in his Target tartan)

Well, after having gobs of family around and feeding 50 people we decided we just hadn't had enough. The following Tuesday we headed to Denver for what originally was planned as a "girl's sewing" trip. It turned into a "men's playing with dirt and rocks" trip. Ok, so I wouldn't exactly call it playing, but there was plenty of dirt and rocks.

except for this...this is definitely playing!

and some more playing... This is before the big men turned the sand box into a beautiful patio.

this is the after. Pretty amazing, huh? I personally didn't do anything except cheer them on from the house, throwing out a Propel or Gatorade every once in a while.

a couple of workers

this guys was pretty useless in the back yard but he did learn to suck his thumb. Isn't it adorable??

more absolute cuteness.

Hello Old Friend

I don't know what got into me today, but I actually went running. Ok, it was more like a jog. You know one of those jogs that is actually slower than a fast walk. That was me. Anyway,speed is irrelevant. The big news here is my knee. I only jogged a mile but there was no pain. I used to jog quite a bit back in the day. Then I went on a cruise. When I got home from the cruise I went for a run. This is when the pain in my knee started. Ever since, every time I've tried to run my knee starts hurting whithin the first mile. It quickly worsens and I have to walk. I wouldn't say I LOVE to run and I'm definitely not a "runner", but I do love the conveniece of running. You don't need a gym. You just go. There's freedom in that. Anyway, I've missed it. I'm crossing my figers that this wasn't just a fluke. Whatever it is...it's movtivation to go running again. That's enough for now.

Another Duncan Dandy

Duncan and another little boy were wrestling in the kiddie pool. I heard Duncan yell, "I'm baptizing you!"

Vain Little Boy...

    

he wasn't the only one smiling =)  I just can't stand it...he's so cute!!

You Know Your Son's Best Friend is a Girl When...

he runs to you crying, completely distraught, and when you ask what's wrong he replies, "I can't climb up to the fairyland castle."  Poor guy. 

Confessions of a Desperate Mom

1. I spank Duncan.

2. I let Finn sleep on his belly in the morning so I can get a little bit more sleep.

3. I may have cleaned poop off the bathroom floor...not sure how long it had been there.

4. I taught my child how to pick his nose. He wouldn't let ME do it and a I can't stand seeing those boogies in there.

5. I shut my eyes when I brush my teeth. It's a nice break.

6. During my pregnancy I got into the habit of flushing every other time. It just seemed like a waste. (no pun intended)

7. I often forget when I'm watching someone else's child on the playground. 

8. I have, on more than one occasion, thrown away tupperware to avoid opening it up and cleaning it out. 

9. I sometimes forget to buckle my kids into their car seats and have even forgotten to strap the car seat into the car (twice now).

Thank Goodness for Barf

Yes, I am grateful Dunks got the stomach flu and threw up all night. I would be a lot more grateful if I didn't have to clean it up but that's not the point. The point is, I was forced to stay inside my house most of the day rather than lounge outside in a camping chair avoiding stuff at home. As a result I got lots of big laundry done...you know...sheets and blankets stuff. I also managed to finally put Finn's clothes away (thank you Duncan for emptying all the contents of Finn's dresser onto the floor) . I even got my maternity clothes gathered...not put away but at least not taking up valuable closet space. Anyway... Duncan, I'm sorry you were so sick last night but thank you for sleeping until 11am, followed by hours of Curious George. You're the best =)

Big Brother Stuff

multipurpose breast pump

this look says it all...

Finn...i'm afraid this is just the beginning.

doing his favorite thing, "buggin'" Finn (his words, not mine)

The other day Duncan and I were in the kitchen while Jimmy had Finn in the living room.  We could hear Jimmy being sweet and talking to Finn. All of the sudden Duncan yells to Jimmy, "Daddy, Finn can't talk!"  LOVE HIM!

Today,I was holding Finn on my lap when Duncan came up and started sticking his face in Finn's , as always.  But then he looks at him and says, "Mom, Finn has a weird chin." Ha ha...O-K?. By the way, Finn doesn't have a weird chin, but he does have a cute little cleft. 

"What's Finn Doing?"

So, I probably hear, "What's Finn doing?" about 20 + times a day. My answers don't really vary. Still, every time I'm nursing him Duncan will come up and watch us then ask his favorite question. Also, Duncan apparently speaks baby because every time Finlay cries, Duncan tells me what he needs. 

"Finn's hungry, Mom." "Finn wants you to put him in his chair."  "Finn doesn't like to drive."   and my favorite..."Finn has a bubble in his tummy...he needs to burp it out." 

So, I you can see Duncan is very interested in Finn and has told me spontaneously, "I love Finn." But it's not all hugs and kisses. He is definitely acting out a lot more.  Today, he seemed depressed even. I think he may just be sick, but it was really hard to watch him be sooo gloomy all day.  We were coloring and we was "drawing", when all the sudden he got super sad and said, "I'm not the best drawer," and then he said, "I'm a bad drawer," and put his head on the table.  Sad, huh? Lets hope it's an ear infection and nothing more significant.   

A Little Bit of Sleep, A Whole Lot of Food

That pretty much sums up my life right now, although I can't complain too much about either.  The sleep is limited but still more abundant than to first time around. The food is plentiful for both mom and baby. Good for our bellies, not so good for mom's boobies...OUCH!

I got to rock Duncan to sleep last night.  I cried.  I realized how much I've missed those every day tender moments with my "baby". I've been out of commission since I started having the contractions on Wednesday, and we've both felt the loss. I look forward to assuming some of my mommy duties again (not all of them, but some). 

Finlay is great!  He had two amazing long stretches last night. He was a pokey eater at first but has picked up.  Much to my relief. Yesterday, I literally had aching watermelons on my chest. Today is much better so...things are looking up! 

Well, we're off to a Dr's appointment. I can't believe I'm wearing jeans. 2 sizes bigger than my regular size, but still.  Go ME! 

Welcome Finlay James MacDougall

I'm sure Holly will be posting details along with her thoughts later, but here are the answers to the regular questions as well as a bit of a photo dump from the first few days

Birthweight: 8 pounds 3 ounces

Length:  19 1/2 cm

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Easter is Confusing...

and I don't think my lame explanation helped much. 

I am very proud of this little video.  It's my first project in IMOVIE *patting myself on the back*

Happy Easter Morning

Duncan was singing this all day in his sweet little tuneless way..."Happy Easter Morning." It makes me smile to think about. It makes me smile to think about this great DAY! I think the greatness of the day is really due to the greatness of my decisions last night. I passed up "fun time" with friend to stay home and work on sharing time. Good decision number one. I turned on a movie, but then turned it off and took a shower instead! Good decision number 2. Lastly, before going to bed (before midnight might I add), I printed all the recipes I needed for today's dinner and wrote a "To Do" list for Sunday morning and Primary. Good decision number 3. What a difference a little preparation can make. I even managed to keep relatively calm and collected when on top of sharing time, I had to fill in for our chorister. Dinner went well, even with a last minute change in venue and number of mouths. I think I've mentioned this before but,sometimes I have to work really hard at appearing laid back, but today it was just peaceful.

Primary was so awesome! At first, teaching our youngster primary about the resurrection, seemed a bit overwhelming. I didn't want to incorporate games with eggs or candy. I wanted to really focus on Jesus and the resurrection and help them learn by the spirit. Somehow it worked. Primary was peaceful. I felt it and most importantly I think the kids felt it. Amazing.

The last great thing about my day...my HUSBAND. Because Jimmy typically likes to avoid seriousness at all costs, I treasure the "real" moments. Amidst the silliness, I sometimes forget the MAN that I married. I married a faithful man with an amazing desire and focus to do good. In our few years of marriage I have watched life shape him into a supportive husband, a successful provider, and a GREAT father. My heart is full today. I'm can't help feel an overwhelming sense of love as I reflect on the GREAT things in my life. "HAPPY EASTER MORNING"

Kind of Bragging a Little Bit

This is an impressive game Duncan likes to play.  He actually listens for the sounds.  He hasn't just memorized what words start with.  We have talked about "SH" sound but I had never asked him what an SH word started with.  I was pretty impressed.  

So once your child starts talking, you start to learn a lot about yourself and how you communicate.  I realized my passive aggressive tone and my need to qualify everything.  Duncan says things like, "Could you please not do that, Mom," or"Penguins are really pretty silly."  Duncan says, "really pretty" or "kind of a bit" way too much. 

Also, the other day we were looking through a little preschool coloring book when Duncan spotted a picture of a boy doing laundry.  In his "that's totally ridiculous" voice he said, "Boys don't do laundry.  Boys watch commercials and shows." Yikes!!

"I took a big pregnant mommy bite!"
-Duncan's response after I told him he took a good bite of sandwich.

"You're wearing slippers...(thinks about it)...so you can slip."
-A Duncan observation during breakfast this morning.

Prego Update

So, I'm starting my 37th week tomorrow and I just learned that the little guy is breech. There's still time for him to turn but most likely he won't. I'll go in next Tuesday and if he is still breech they are going to schedule an ECV (where the doctor manually turns the baby). I'm not too keen on the whole ECV thing. It sounds painful and only works like 60% of the time. I AM going to try it but there still may be a c-section in my future. At least it would be nice for planning purposes, right? =) The good news is I have actually dilated and effaced!! Only 1cm but considering last time at 41 weeks the doctor was still referring to my cervix as "Fort Knox", I can't help but be a little hopeful. In other news Duncan puked 4 times last night. It took 3 loads of laundry filled with blankets, sheets, pillowcases, clothes, couch covers, and stuffed animals to get rid of any sign of vomit. Actually, I take that back. I still have an afghan waiting to be hand washed. UGGHH!! But there is good news with this one as well. It was snowy today so it was a perfect day to keep him indoors. Plus, it only lasted 12 hours! Hallelujah! Hope you enjoyed our update. We're praying for a somersault! -Holly If anyone has any experience with the ECV procedure I'd love to hear your comments! 36 Weeks =) Jimmy didn't tell me he was taking it.

Skinny Mirrors at the OB-GYN - Brilliant!

So I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror while I was waiting in the exam room for my Doc. We don't own a full length mirror so I was curious and took another look. Now, I know I'm not a huge pregnant woman and have already admitted to liking my prego bod but this definitely was a skinny mirror. My legs looked so thin, as if they didn't even rub together when I walked. It was awesome!

Duncan would like to interrupt my blogging session by saying.....

"Cindermellon" "It's a kind of Lizard"

Also, earlier today he said something really smart. I asked him how he knew that and he replied,
"cause I'm a smart little monkey." I have to agree =)

Curvy, Low Rise, S-t-r-e-t-c-h

is what the tag says on my jeans I just bought from D.I. I was looking for some jeans to experiment with and make into maternity pants, but when I saw this tag I thought, "These might work just the way they are." I was right. Speaking of jeans, I've thought about buying some skinny jeans. I figure if I'm ever going to pull it off, it would be now -the only time in my life when my upper body is bigger than my lower. (I'm pretty sure skinny jeans and pear shaped don't go together).

Good Pain

I waxed my legs today. It's a first for me. I didn't really know what to expect and I have to say...it's a good pain. The big problem was the MESS. I think next time I might treat myself and pay a professional. I know this post is lame. I haven't been very inspired lately. Oh, expect for the fact that I tried to rearrange my living room today, bought 2 old "project" lamps from D.I. and a curtain rod. Yes, that's right,after watching hours of HGTV and perusing home decor blogs, I finally did something. We'll see if anything comes of this. I'm a little doubtful myself, but I did take a before picture of the living room...just in case.

And just to avoid any pictureless posts...


Aunt Kelli winning the Dunkster over. (Little did she know this wasn't really necessary. Her "hippos swim in their poo" comment a month earlier at the zoo pretty much sealed the deal.)

You Pick...Grouchy Mommy or Happy Mommy?

So I'm fortunate enough to have a husband who is more of a morning person than I am (not too difficult considering I could never be considered anything remotely close to a "morning person"). He is more than willing to wake up with Duncan but,unfortunately, Duncan typically doesn't want anything to do with him in the morning. Most mornings I wake up to Duncan crawling in bed with me, wrapping his arms around my neck and kicking, until I realize there will be no more sleeping and give into his requests for "MOMMY". Well, this morning I could hear Jimmy making a noble attempt to keep Duncan out of the room. I knew there was a bowl of cereal already poured and waiting for him but Duncan insisted that I get him cereal. Finally, I looked him straight in the eye and said,

"Duncan, do you want Grouchy Mommy or Happy Mommy. If I get up right now you get Grouch Mommy. If you go eat your cereal and let me sleep a little bit longer, you will get Happy Mommy. So, who do you want?"

He thought about it then replied,"Happy Mommy," and walked out and into the kitchen to eat his cereal. 15 minutes later, just as promised, Happy Mommy made her morning appearance.

Below is an example of an activity in which you might find
Happy Mommy participating.

Dinner Conversation with Duncan

So Dinner began like this. Lovely, huh? I was very proud of my awesome presentation so I thought I would take a picture. The following is what occurred there after. Well, as much as I could remember to write down.

Duncan: I don't like it.

Mom: It's just cheese on top, honey. See? (mixes up cheese and noodles)

Duncan: Oh. I need a bib. (eat, eats, gobble, gobbles)

Duncan: I need a spoon. (puts aside fork)

Mom: Why?

Duncan: Um....(thinks real hard) 'cause my plate is blue.

Mom: Ok. (gets spoon)

Duncan: We eating lunch?

Mom: No. We're eating Dinner. We eat lunch before nap and eat dinner after nap.

Duncan: Oh. I need a fork to eat my pasta.(receives fork, eat eats, gobble gobbles)

Mom: After dinner we're going to go to the bookstore, then home to read our
new books and then to bed.

Duncan: We going to the library?

Mom: No. We borrow books from the library and buy books from the bookstore that
we get to take home and keep forever.

Duncan: And put in my bookcase? In my warm house?

Mom: ...yup, in your warm house.

Duncan: Bennett is my cousin. He is ache in his belly. (*day before, Duncan was
told that Bennett had a sick belly)
Mom: I think he is all better now.

Duncan: He was wrestling?

Mom: (writes frantically to capture cuteness of moment)

Duncan: You spelling a word? You counting numbers? (takes off bib)

Mom: You all done?

Duncan: There's a pea in my bib.

Mom: What are you going to do?

Duncan: Take it out. (dumps pea out) I dump it out on the floor. (giggles).



*Sorry if this seems mundane. It's what keeps me smiling.

After hearing so much about Nie Nie's blog and their family's story, I finally decided to go read it...and now I get it. I have to call it a night, but I will definitely be back.

Breakthrough

This morning, instead of passing out on the couch while Duncan watched Curious George, I took a shower.
This may not seem big, but for me...it is quite something (right, Jimmy?).

Words of a 2 Year Old

"I'm putting Mommy's boobies on" -said while trying to put my bra on.

"You putting on your Halloween costume?" -asked after I put my big fluffy yellow robe on.

"You a princess?" -second question after I added a lovely pink towel on top of my head to the yellow robe ensemble.

"...and then..and then... and then I was born" -said after he had been talking nonstop for like 10 minutes in the car. I had kind of tuned out until I heard this...What?

"All done now" -said matter-of-factly after the opening prayer in Sacrament Meeting.

I know there are some good ones I'm forgetting...Oh well.

So, Duncan Had a Birthday!

Yes, the little man has been 2 now for a whole week! I've been trying to teach him what to say when someone asks you how old you are, but in doing so I think I've really confused him. Jimmy and I asked each other, "How old are you Holly? How old are you Jimmy". Now, whenever I ask Duncan how old he is he says 28. We got him a 24 piece puzzle and a 48 piece puzzle for his birthday. It didn't take him long to master the 24 piece and with just a little guidance he can do the 48 piece. It's really amazing to watch!! He definitely has a gift for puzzles...whatever that means. Anyway, here are the only pictures taken from the big event, none from the actual day. At the last minute we decided to have a little party while we were at Jimmy's parents. Last minute is an understatement...so I was pretty proud of what I could pull off so quickly.

Thanks Laurel!

The stickers were perfect and Duncan loved the hat...

just kidding...I gave him his truck stickers back and I gladly took the hat.

I'm There

You know that moment in your pregnancy when you realize that it's not just your belly and boobs growing?

Yeah, I'm there.

It's Over...

So, I finally finished the last episode of the last season of Gilmore Girls. I normally fast forward during the little musical intro but since it was the last episode I decided to watch it. I cried. Then, I cried at the end. Then, I watched the special features...all of them. I think it's a good thing this little phase of my life has come to an end.