A Day in the Life of My Two Year Old

Well, I'm 38weeks plus 4 days today. I was feeling good, like superwoman, till Friday. I agreed to babysit for MOPS last Friday(which I will never do again), and that went well, but got scolded by Scott for doing such a thing. I believe it was delivered via text message that said something like: "WTH? You're having a baby in 7 days, why are you babysitting? Why did they ask?" Well, they were desperate, and we've all been desperate before, so I agreed to help.
I came home and made lunch for the boys and then suddenly I felt a big shift in the belly and then the pain began. Every movement Ham made cause excruciating pain and then I started with those crazy contractions again. I was almost convinced that labor was starting. I even packed my hospital bag... but no gots. I'm still here, and still in frigging pain when Ham is moving. Before Friday, I was NOT ready and anxious for Ham to arrive. Today, I'm ready. Let's go remove this beast from my abdomen, thankyouverymuch! I also feel like he weighs double what he did last week, I'm swelling much more (what does it mean when your moles swell? really?--I"m a freak show--thankfully its close to Halloween and I sorta fit in).

And now, I decided to do one last post of my life, just before we become a family of 5.

I was up at 3:30am to pee, and could not return to sleep cause its so stinking hot. Yes, its like 73degrees in the house, and that is not a good sleeping temp. I finally succumbed to the fact that I wasn't going to fall asleep and migrated downstairs and watched a few shows only to fall asleep at 7am, to awaken at 7:30am to children fighting. God bless them. Its great to roll out of bed and pummel your brother. I never really know who starts these fights...
Scott has been a saint and has taken Q to school for the last week, but today he had an appointment and could not take him, so I broke the cardinal rule of Kate, and left the house unshowered to take him to school. Yikes. Seriously, I never do that. Even if its just to drop a kid off at school. I decided to leave B in the car, cause I had to wrestle him into the carseat to begin with and didn't want to do that again, B was not pleased that I left him there to run Q in to school.
Screaming began and continued while I drove home, drug him inside, took a shower, dressed and applied make up. Then he decided he was "done being sad, I'm happy now." He was happy for all about 15minutes till I decided to make a run to Babies R Us. Another fight to get in the car seat. Lovely.
Happy again. Till he trips up the curb at BRU and skins his knee. Screaming and then pouting, then flops himself on the floor at BRU and refuses to cooperate. I scoop him up, put him in the cart and wrestle him into the buckle...more screaming. I love 2 year olds. B then starts directing me where to go in the store. More screaming when I don't comply. Happy again when I allow him to hold a Thomas train. Screaming again when I push the cart away from the trains. Happy. Screaming. Love it. Really. (Scott lectures me that I'm going to miss this stage in life. Not days like today, really I promise, I won't miss it).
B does ok for a while then I check out and there's one of those stupid ride on toys that he really wants to ride. "No, not today." I say, rather calmly and sweetly. Screaming. Wrestling into carseat again. Screaming "Mama! Go back!! Go back right now!!!!" If this kid knew swear words, he'd use them.
Screaming and crying, oh and he's discovered how to take off his shoes and throw them at the driver when pissed. Nice. Did I mention how much I love 2 year olds?
Then something turns off the screaming and he starts asking me to build him a train track when we go home. Sure. Why not. When I do, he states "this isn't right!"
Ungrateful.
Q gets home all is fine and good. I even got B to nap without a huge battle. We'll see how the rest of the day goes. All I know is, I will miss this. That's what everyone says!

Hey, did I mention that B peed in the air conditioning vent on Sunday? Talented 2 year old--we think he did it on purpose! Scott was so pissed.

Pictures

Some pictures from the last couple of months.
One special picture for Karen especially...don't say I don't love you. The one and ONLY picture of me pregnant. (This was last week, and I swear, I'm twice this size).
Q's first soccer game, first day of school, fun face painting and his birthday.

I....

I...
I'm stealing this from Shay who stole it from someone else. :)

I...

i am: lazy
i know: that I should really try harder
i want: time to myself
i have: lost my patience too many times today
i wish: I had at least one sibling living close by
i hate: Cancer
i miss: my pre-kids days
i fear: a 3rd c-section
i feel: meh
i hear: beautiful silence
i smell: nothing (I'm all congested)
i crave: baked goods
i search: for confidence
i regret: wearing my emotions on my sleeve all the time
i love: my family
i care: about what others think of me
i always: threaten, rarely follow thru
i believe: in Jesus ♥
i dance: naked. No just kidding. I'm a baptist at heart, we don't dance.
i sing: in different languages. 4 to be exact. Gotta love 2 years of classical training...still deciding if it was a waste of time and money?
i don’t always: like to cook
i truly desire: to find peace in God having control over my life and to stop striving to control everything and everyone myself.
I like: watching cooking shows.
i write: blog posts very infrequently.
i lose: my patience a lot...
i win: the award for biggest/best nose/face expansion--thank you pregnancy gods.
i try: not to judge others parenting decisions.
i never: enjoy whining
i am grateful: for my life
i listen: to Christian worship music and kids music.
i am scared: completely losing my mind when the third child arrives.
i need: some baked goods.
i am happy about: having the kids in bed, and a quiet house.
i tag: anyone who wants to do this :)

The Countdown Begins

OK, so I've counting down for 9months, but now it really begins.


Yesterday marked the 3 week count down to the long awaited arrival of Ham via c-section. I think 3 weeks is a long time, but when I look at my calendar and already most of my weekends in October are booked with events, and my next two weeks are packed full of stuff, I think 3 weeks is NOT long enough.
I still feel good. Really. Despite being tired, I'm good. I'm looking forward to some things, like laying on my back to sleep, and just being able to maneuver better and I'm really looking forward to meeting this little boy. Its weird. When I look at Q and B, and then think about Ham, I'm really almost dumbfounded that we will have another boy to get to know. Who's he going to be like? What will his temperament be, will he sleep as well as the other two? Could he possible be easier than B was as a baby? I really look forward to watching Scott interact with a newborn. Really, its the most awe inspiring thing to watch my man with an itty bitty thing. For a guy that had NO experience with kids at all before Q arrived, he is such a seasoned "baby whisperer." Lots of times, he was able to calm the babies when I couldn't (probably cause I wasn't so calm myself and about ready to flip out). Anyway...so much to look forward to. I wonder too, if I'll enjoy this new baby like I did the other two. (I happen to think the first year of life is the easiest age and enjoy it alot, but I know I have had 2 good experiences..no colic, no reflux and my babies slept pretty good).

I'm a little anxious as to how I will cope with 3 kids. Just this morning, Q slept a little later than usual and I forgot that he had homework to finish up so it was a chaotic morning. Really terrible, running around and just frustration. I'm a little under the weather with a head cold and no voice, so that put me behind the eight ball to start. I got in the shower with B while Q ate his breakfast, and then when I get ready, I let B play in the tub with some water in it to keep him contained and occupied. I was getting dressed, and running upstairs and downstairs, realizing it was already 8:30 and only one of the 3 of us was dressed and we needed to leave in 10 minutes to make it school on time. I helped Q get his homework book finished and gave him a pile of clothes to put on and went to get B out of the tub. As I get into the bathroom, B informs me that he is 'cleaning up'. He had pooped in the tub and was trying to clean it up. Gross. I got that mess cleaned up and just reconciled the fact that we were going to be late for school.

We were late to school, but still managed to beat the late bell, so bonus. You have to walk kindergartner's in to the hallway to drop them off, and I because I had to watch to make sure Q made it to his classroom (his class was already gone), B came inside the school doors. Big mistake. Well, he decided he wanted to stay and plopped himself on the floor in the hallway and refused to get up. I grabbed him by the hand and tried to lift him off the floor, well he wasn't having that either and pulled his legs up. I then scooped him up and carried him back to the car as he kicked and screamed the entire way. Thankfully, he's still a little light weight at 28lbs and it wasn't too taxing, but the struggle was making my maternity pants fall down. So I had to put him down and re-adjust my pants. The second I put him down, he darts back for the school. I'm ready to kill him at this point. Thankfully, because we were late, there weren't any spectators besides the crossing guard. I'm sure we were a sight. I finally did get him to the car and wrestled him into his car seat and buckled it and the screaming continued. I seriously was fighting the urge to smack him across the face with every ounce of my being. Instead I just turned up the music in the car so loud, in attempt to drown him out.
But anyway, all that being said, how on earth will I deal with these tantrums while a newborn is hanging from my body. (Because today's tantrum was mild in comparison to yesterday's.). We'll see what this third one does to me. I think I have 2 options, lose it entirely, or stand tall and finally feel like I have this mommy thing under control. (Is that last statement laughable or what?)

I have lots to do on my "to-do" list left in order to be ready for Ham to get here.

1. Think about a name for Ham.
2. Pull out the itty bitty baby clothes and put them in the dresser for Ham.
3. Clean the rest of this disgustingly dirty house.
4. Think about a name for Ham, get annoyed when Scott shoots down all my name favs.
5. Make lists of things I will need to buy for Ham.
6. Buy things on list.
7. Move crib mattress to top level and make the crib.
8. Install curtain rod and hang the valance my mom made for Ham's room.
9. Think about baby names, discuss them with Scott, determine that Scott is no help and then finally agree to some terrible name in the hospital that I will regret forever and ever.
10. Pack for my hotel, I mean, hospital stay.

So, 20 more days. Crazy.