Sweet Memories.

I've had some sweet moments with our little man lately..I'm thankful for these precious times.  

Last night, Noah woke up around 11:30 calling for Mama.  I'm not sure what was happening..I didn't really care..I just took the opportunity for some snuggle time with my boy.  After I sang to him and tried to lay him back down and he wouldn't go, I decided he could watch a bit of a movie with me.  So I turned on a movie and we snuggled, and while Noah was resting his little head on my belly, sweet Baby Duey was kicking Noah. First bonding moment?  Makes my heart so warm.  

Today we worked on making candy for our neighbors.  We made peanut butter buckeyes, and Noah's job was to place them on the cookie sheet.  He did a great job.  He gave his mama some confidence too; I gave him a bite of the filling and he promptly responded with "NUMMY!"  So stinking cute. 

To end our morning...our adventure became less super sweet and a little more nerve wracking.  Someone locked himself in Mama and Daddy's room.  Our locks are the kind where you twist the lock...so I called Brad in a panic and had to confess that Noah had locked him self in our room under my watch.  

GOOD JOB MAMA! 

When I called Brad, I was so at a loss for what to do I was laughing hysterically.  I couldn't control it.  It wasn't even funny to me, but I didn't know what to do.  I had my penlight out and was shining it in the hole and trying to figure out how to get it unlocked.  I kept asking Noah to try to unlock it.  No go! 

Thank goodness for Tom and Rose - Tom heard Brad on the phone with me and got ahold of Rose, and they had the perfect tool for our little man.  I think all in all it was only probably 30 minutes of him being locked in the room.  He did great...made a big ol' mess of the room.  I'm so grateful that Rose had the tool.  I was ready to call the police or the fire station :) but thankfully that was not needed!  

So our little adventurer is getting so big.  I'm just not sure what to do with him! :) I love it!  

So here's the thing.

My craving this pregnancy...donuts.  

ALL THE TIME.  

I don't just want them. I truly think I NEED them.  Today I had to stop and get gas on my way to a class where I would IN NO WAY be burning those donut calories off...but I bought three donuts.  THREE.  I ate every single one too before I even walked into class. (I had visions that I would bring 1 or 2 to class with me to munch on but no luck)

I then felt super proud of myself for eating chicken, carrots, and broccoli for lunch (which was quite delicious, actually, for hospital food). 

But my pride stopped there as I went grocery shopping when the class ended and bought myself a whole container of donut holes (I told myself Noah and I could have them as a special breakfast snack together- but who am I kidding? I don't let that kid have that much sugar- just his mama) 

So I'm a little concerned.  As the doctor gave me my lab slip yesterday morning for my glucose test.  I legitimately fear that this may not go well for me.  I mean the sweets I have been craving are just out of control.  With Noah I craved cupcakes..my coworkers could attest to that...LOTS of cupcakes..but that was kinda it on the sweets front.  This time..if it's sweet I want it.  (Salty too...I also bought chips and queso today at the store) 

I so wish I had the desire or the self control to be one of those pregnant women who really did only eat organic foods and took such great care of herself. 

Sweet baby inside of me..Mama is sorry.  Please don't come out craving donuts.  PLEASE. 

All this to say...Leah Gibson, your blog inspired me.  I told Brad I'm interested in trying to look into this whole gluten/wheat thing after the baby comes.  Let's be real here..it's not happening while I'm pregnant...I'm find it a victory to get a relatively healthy and quick meal on the table every night..so I'm not going to start any new crazy trend.  But please keep blogging about your adventures in this..I'm kinda interested in learning more, and I'm really just not a researcher.

In other news..Noah is hilarious. All the time.  That boy cracks me up.  I LOVE it.  He truly is the best gift we have EVER been blessed with in our life.  I find myself getting tearful sometimes just thinking of how life is going to change for us when he's not our only kiddo anymore.  But the kid is awesome.

Also, I go back and forth every day it seems on whether I think Duey is a boy or girl.  This week I'm back to boy..but as I was looking at baby girl onesies today I almost cried (not an exaggeration I cry easily when pregnant) and got all silly over the fact that this could be a girl.  Praise the Lord, my fears are beginning to subside over the girl thing. Laura S. I would love to get your email to see how you are handling all this with your 2 almost 3 precious little ladies- I've been meaning to comment after yours and keep forgetting! 

That's it for now.  Relaxing now after a fun night of candy making for the neighbors and coworkers with the sweet hubs.  He rocks.  Have a great week!

Just a note

Baby is riding LOW this time.  

Low Rider.  I think that's what I'll call the baby now...just joshin' I'm sticking with Duey.  But still.

I feel like when I sit down it's much tougher to get up than it should be..my belly is big but not that big. Plus I have to use the ladies room.. CONSTANTLY.   TMI?  Sorry. 

I'm not uncomfortable..it's just strange how different each time can be. 

It's funny because last time with sweet Noah I felt like I couldn't breathe when I sat down..this time around I breathe just fine, so I'm thankful for that.  

I can't lie...it makes me suspect that sweet Duey is a girl.  

Also all the wives tales say it's a girl..except for like one - the Chinese Calendar says boy...it said boy with Noah too but I never knew that until this time around.  :) 

I promised the ladies in Austin that I try the drano trick.  Google that bad boy.  It's happening. But only when I can find some drano..because according to Mr. Dave Campise...the king plumber...drano is a terrible terrible thing.  So I hate to waste the money on a big ol' container that will ruin the pipes.  

All that to say..I still maintain I think our little nugget is a boy.  Brad is dead set little one is a girl.  Noah is indifferent.  I keep asking him and he looks at me like I'm crazy.  :) 

That's it for now..soon to come a play by play of our perfect weekend in Austin.  It was beautiful. Truth. 

Have a great night.  4 loads of clean laundry to be folded are calling my name...BOO.