Today I am Thankful...

...for independent playtime.  It comes in handy when you need to get something done.  And on those days when you feel worn out and lonely and apathetic and you ate too much chocolate and you have no cute clothes and your baby spent 90 minutes of his afternoon nap playing instead of sleeping so now he's cranky...it's nice then, too.

And as much as I love this baby and enjoy spending my days with him....

His brother is making me tired today.

So I'm also thankful that the T-bomber goes to bed at 5:30.

Well, Peeps....

It's...







A...

boy!!!!

The Cake Boss

They say that the average American eats his weight in sugar each year.

I'm pretty sure I'm an exception to that statistic.

In fact, I'm almost positive I can consume twice my weight in sugar in a a year. 

Easily. 

Baby Likes Pancakes

A few months ago Tesla started refusing purees, so I've gotten lazy about feeding him "solids"/normal food.  Initially I wasn't quite sure how to go about it, but I started letting him try things and figured we'd go from there.

He loves strong flavors, and isn't a huge fan of blander foods (with the exception of rice cakes).  He loves things like lemons, oranges, pineapple, roasted garlic-lemon broccoli (a bit surprising), and especially tinga (a mexican recipe, kind of a spicy shredded chicken).

He doesn't like oatmeal.

He'll eat a few bites unenthusiastically, but when I offer him a spoonful he gives me a knowing smirk, like, 'For reals?"

I decided to get creative (well, not really) and try to make him some pancakes.  I left out the butter and sugar and eggs and made them with whole wheat flour, oats, applesauce and/or mashed banana, and some cinnamon.  I wasn't sure if he'd like them, but

he is a fan!

They also make a good snack for church.  :)

A New Man

Silas has undergone a transformation.

After winter semester finals reached their conclusion at the end of April,  he began to grow The Beard.

Although it is a source of great pride to every man, the Shaggy look eventually gets itchy.  And hot.  And irritating.

So it was declared that the hair must come off.  I made him endure a mini photo shoot to document the process.

Here we see the grizzly bear with his (bald) cub

 In transition (creeper Tesla in the background)

 The 'stache

And at last, the end product.

That's a good-lookin' man.

Now, I know it's annoying but I have to take the time to give a shout-out of gratitude to Si.  

He's working about 90 hours this week (and I'm not exaggerating this time...I counted his hours and from Monday-Sunday is 91.  Plus or minus 3 or 4 hours, because I can't remember exactly how many he worked on Monday).  And he doesn't complain.  I mean I know he likes his job, but come on.  If it were me, there would be a good amount of whining involved.

So, I know you don't read this, but thanks Silas.  We really (really really) appreciate you.

And now a word from our resident pirate.

Arrrr!

Thanks for that, Tesla.

 

"I'm growing in front of you!"

(name that movie)

19 weeks, peeps!  Hopefully we'll have the 20 wk ultrasound within a week or two.  (I was distracted when I was talking to the receptionist today and accidentally scheduled it during T's naptime, so I'll have to call them Monday.)

And sorry for being so whiny in the last post.  It was just one of those days.  All is well.

In other news, the clinic I go to moved to a new building and it's super nice!  Fancy schmancy.  The other building was probably 60 years old, with quaint (read: tacky) paintings and floral wallpaper.  The new building is sleek and modern, all clean lines and pristine glass and Mac computers.  The waiting room is done in an inviting bright green and white, and reminds me of an IKEA living room.  I like it way much.

Also I conveniently "forgot" to get my lab work done (hey, I haven't been to the doctor in 11 weeks....I really did forget) and the nurse didn't say anything about it.  Ha.  But I'm supposed to get a pap smear done near the end of my pregnancy.  :(  Maybe I can opt out.  Just kidding.  (A little.)

I'll have to post about my bread triumph next time.  It's probably the best thing that's happened to me all week.

Not. Happy.

This is how I feel right now.

Why?  Let me show you.

18 weeks pregnant with nameless baby of unknown gender

 36 WEEKS pregnant with Tesla

Okay.  So I know I'm obviously a bit bigger at 36 weeks.  But they are comparable.  PEOPLE.  18 weeks.  Not thrilled with the growth here. 

(In case you think I'm exaggerating and just being a baby, I can tell you that I look identical to what I was at around 30 weeks last time.  I'm not going to post the picture for comparison because it's a bare-belly one and I'm not really a fan of people seeing my tummy.  Just sayin.)

I know it's for the baby and I know it will all come off, etc, etc.  BUT.  This had better be a really big baby.