Feeling the Excitement

Things are moving right along in the pregnancy department. Thirteen weeks to go. I thought I only had 12, but recounted this morning and I have one more than I thought. BLAST! The second trimester has been much better than the first. But, I think I am feeding a chocolate pop tart addicted baby. I can't seem to get enough of them. They just sound delicious...

I am becoming increasing enamoured at The Boy's love and understanding of this whole baby thing. He is really getting into it. He wants to buy clothes for the baby. He gives my belly hugs and kisses. He sings to my stomach at night. The love is there. It makes me so excited to see what will happen when September rolls around. I love having a compassionate boy.

Is There a Secret School for This Stuff?

I, as you know, am the mom of a boy. Now, my boy is sweet and loving and compassionate. He likes to cuddle and sing at the top of his lungs, but day by day, I see him morphing into a true, hardcore boy and it makes me wonder if he will turn into a full fledged B-O-Y without the aforementioned qualities. I really hope not, but the signs are becoming more clear that he is on his way.

How do I know this is happening? It is the little things. Like passing gas in any form and laughing with the sounds of pride hidden in the giggles. Another sign is not being able to keep from touching mud, dirt or total grossness on the ground as he walks by. One more boy trait, random noise making. I don't really get this one, but now The Boy will walk around just making up weird noises with his mouth. The louder the better. These things mentioned above have been happening for awhile. Spit is the new boy phenomenon that has entered our house.

SPIT...yuck. Even the word brings about a cringe in my body. The Boy has become well aware of the capacity of his spit. For those of you who don't know, spit makes a lot of noise. It can be slurped. You can play a distance game with it. You can change its consistency. The options are endless. I have been out of town for a few days and can't help but wonder if he was taken to Boy lessons somewhere that taught him all the different ways you can drive Mom crazy with your spit. Boy school exists, I am sure of it.

New Tactics

The Boy has come up with a sure fire way to melt your heart when he is misbehaving or if it is time for him to go to bed. Here is the most recent example.

The Husband: It is time for you to go back to your own bed.
The Boy: I want to lay and be snugglies with Mommy.
The Husband: No, it is time for you to go to your bed.
The Boy: But, we LOVE each other.

We do love each other, but he ended up back in his bed anyway.

Sleeping So Sweet

Last night I went out with "The Girls" for our monthly Suppa Club. We opted for Mexican Food last night. Yummy! I love this time with my friends. We get to talk about life, parenting and marriage, and just have some laughs. While last night with the girls was great, I found my return home to be so much sweeter.

I returned to the house around 9:45 PM. The Boy had already been asleep for awhile. As is my ritual, I always check on him when I return to the house or before I go to bed myself. We are in the process of moving The Boy to what was the guest bedroom to make his old room the new nursery. He is very excited about this because the guest bedroom is slightly bigger than his current room and it has TWO closets. More space = more things or more closets = more places to hide from Daddy, either way, he is very excited. Last week, in preparation, we moved a small nightstand into The Boy's room. This gave him a place for a lamp and a place to put books to read while using his lamp. I cannot tell you how excited he was to learn that he could turn the lamp on and off himself anytime he wanted to (within reason).

Back to the story at hand...last night I peeked in on The Boy before going downstairs to spend time with The Husband. His was sleeping soundly, with his Curious George slippers and Cars pjs on, no blanket clutching onto his High Five Highlights magazine (Thanks Beth & Jonathan!). His lamp was turned on next to him. While this picture itself is precious, what makes it even more sweet is what was next to his lamp. His nightstand also has a picture of our little family at the zoo. The Boy had moved the picture as close to his face as he could last night. I can just imagine his little face looking at the picture as he was falling asleep. I had told him when we moved the frame to the nightstand from his dresser that he could look at us anytime he wanted to during the night. I guess he took that to heart. It definitely made me smile and it made me feel loved.