Thursday, December 31, 2015

Down to the Last Month

Over 35 weeks down, now. It has gone surprisingly fast.

Yesterday was the first day home without the kids. Somehow I am busier at home than I ever was at work. There is always SOMETHING.  Laundry is magically multiplying and as a sick game, I am pretty sure one of each pair of socks is off playing poker at a nearby sports bar.

I am very tempted to buy the boys all new socks that are exactly the same and toss every other sock in the house. Then, magically, the poker party will be much... much... smaller... heh heh... I'll show them.

:: evil eyebrow raise::

Anyway, the laundry is done, the hospital bags are packed and I think I finally feel ready for whenever this little guy chooses to make his appearance.

Want to see the nursery? You have no choice.


The hubby and I painted all of the wall art. We didn't feel like sticking to a single theme. Variety is the spice of life.

THIS is really when it hit me. Everything slowed down for a minute. The tiny little outfit for Johnny's trip home. His first band shirt and beanie just like daddy. It's really happening. In a matter of weeks we will be holding this little guy in our arms. I cant wait to see his precious face.

Monday, December 28, 2015

Christmas Oops

Christmas was great. Kirk and I made adorable fingerprint cards with the kids to give their other parents on Christmas morning. The boys then came our way to get our celebrations started. They were spoiled, super well behaved and happy. All was jolly, hectic and magical.

...I would share that in detail with you if I didn't just accidentally clear EVERY SINGLE picture from my camera before I could download them. Every. Single. Beautiful. Snap.

The present opening, the kids laughter and cuddles, the families, the Wii Dance competition, the Bean Boozled extravaganza (So hysterical... Equally disturbing)... EVERYTHING, gone.

I guess it's ok. I'll be classy about it...

:: flashback to an hour ago ::
Me falling to my knees yelling "Noooooooooooooooooooo!!! Whyyyyyy?!!!!!" 
Apologies to my concerned neighbors. 

So... The memories will have to be enough.

And now, the new focus... The Cleanup.

Between the abundance of toys that I am supposed to magically find room for and the strong nesting urge I feel being weeks away from baby Johnny's arrival, I need some organization ideas! Cash, our dog, has been helpful in eating the majority of the smaller toys...

Hormones are peaking and I'm ready to pack the holidays away, start the new year, and get organized! Open to inspiration and good energy.

But for today, a couple of my favorite pictures from the past week or so. Mainly to make myself feel better about the death of the Christmas pics.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

New Chapter

Today is my last day of work and it feels amazing.

You know that blissful feeling when you go to tuck your kids into bed at night after they have been adorably testing your last nerve all day?

It starts in the morning when one child is refusing to put on new underwear because the other pairs are "weird feeling." You try and explain how disturbing that is, but before you know it the mom voice is out and the child is STOMPING each leg through the new underwear. You smile, and walk away.

You are running late for school and the oldest spends five minutes trying to tie his shoes while simultaneously calling the dog over to wrestle. You finally coax them into the car with promises of listening to Michael Jackson's "Thriller" on repeat all the way to school. But the music must be really exciting because the potty training child needs to pee half way to school. And when a potty trainer needs to pee... they panic, I panic, the whole world panics. So you pull over and hide the kid between you and the open car door to pee on the curb. (Yeah judge me... I don't care. Perks of having boys.) A drip comes out... literally a drip... You stare at each other blankly in silence until he gives you the cutest smirk in the world and says "...done."

You thought your nerves were safe after the drop off, but when you get home it starts all over. The youngest doesn't like what you cooked for dinner because he doesn't feel like pasta today and the simple veggies are too spicy. You stare each other down, western stand-off style, across the counter until you are finally forced to let him up from the seat only because if you don't get them into that bath the teacher is going to call CPS thinking they raise themselves.

It all starts to calm down as your reading the bedtime story except they are whisper fighting over who gets to sleep with the dinosaur stuffed animal tonight. Sooooo, you make up words and speed read through the rest (because lets face it, they aren't listening), kiss and hug them, turn on the night light, and...

skip out the door hand in hand with your hubby into the glowing abyss of peaceful alone time.

THAT is how I feel today.

Speed reading nonsense words to my current job, just to step out at 5pm into the glowing abyss of maternity leave followed by self employment.  

I have worked full time for someone else since I was 14, for all but the 8 weeks maternity leave after my first son.

I am ready. I am so ready to be in control of my own schedule and life.

But first... lets get this baby out.

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Back To Blogging

Well, its here...

I'm now 34 weeks pregnant and about to step foot out of the office and into the much needed world of maternity leave, which will lead directly into a permanent life of entrepreneurship. At least, that's the plan.

It's exciting. It's terrifying... It's mostly exciting. Right now I am looking down at this giant abdomen of mine and wondering how much is going to change as soon as our third little guy takes his first step out of the womb and into this crazy world. Maybe "stepping" out of the womb isn't the right description...

Tiny human unzips my c-section scar like a sleeping bag, steps out onto my chest, fists on his hips, superman style, "Hey, Ma. Sup?"

It's going to be an adventure for sure. My sexy, concrete pouring husband and I each have a son and now together this will be our third boy. Even our dog is of the male anatomy.

So, today I'm just over here on the couch, eating my fudge brownie ice cream, reflecting and glancing over my computer screen.

Boys chasing each other back and forth with foam swords from the dollar store.
Dog is the corner unapologetically humping his blanket.
...and the husband just walked in the door in a ball of concrete dust.


I can't help but chuckle as I think about how different my life was just five years ago, and how I have now fast forwarded into an entirely different circumstance, sitting in this home, packed to the ceiling with testosterone and love.

I wouldn't change it for the world.