Differing personalities already

The difference between these two boys is already so amazing to me. The fact that I can put Owen down in his bassinet or bouncy seat and walk away without him crying is so extraordinary. Right now, as I type, Owen is peacefully napping in his bassinet. I nursed him and put him down. He fussed for a second, talked to himself and then zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
When Carter was a baby baby I had to carry him everywhere with me or else he screamed. He would only sleep ON me or at my bosom (which he never willingly parted with).
I just knew (mostly out of necessity) that this 2nd child would be a little more laidback. I mean he does fuss and cry but compared to his older brother at this age.....phew, what a difference.
Already, little O has grown out of his newborn diapers and a couple of newborn onesies. This is hilarious...he is so much longer than Carter was. I could go on and on about all of these little things and I really look forward to all the comparisons I'll be making in the future. This is fun. ahem. This is also very hard. What a dichotomy! (oh! the nostalgic use of college paper words...I'm a nerd)

Not much to write home about

So it's August. The dog days of summer, Carter's birthday month and my ninth month of pregnancy.
I have barely left the house in the last two weeks...it's just not worth it in this heat. We were lucky enough to have some swim time with friends earlier this week but unless the sun has set I'm not stepping foot outside with or without my child. Last night I waited til 9pm to run to Walmart for a couple of random things and I was amazed at the amount of little children that were out. I'm talking babies and toddlers. Just when I get down on my mothering skills, I step out into the Underworld of Walmart. Geez. It was a romper room. Who takes their toddler grocery shopping at 9:30pm? Whatever. I'm busy raising a "Big Business" CEO so I guess I have a different agenda. :)

So I am totally sick of my own same-old-same-old cooking lately. This is my weekly menu....trying to mix it up a bit.
Sunday: Tater tot casserole & chocolate pudding pie (down home, trailer-trash sunday meal)
Monday: Leftovers & Tzatziki sauce/dip
Tuesday: Black bean tacos
Wednesday: Red beans & rice, green beans and corn bread (even got the ham hock a'cookin and the sausage fried up...ewww), peanut butter cookies (p.s. red beans & rice are traditionally eaten on mondays but they seem more of a mid week meal to me)
Thursday: dinner out but I'm making Bread Pudding with white choco cream sauce
Friday: Spinach Pie
Saturday: not sure, but I'm thinking Taco Bell :)

Isn't this just fascinating?

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I had a informal mini-baby shower this week and I now officially feel like I'm allowed to give birth. Is that insane? I have no idea why I am so excited to have gotten a blue foam Bumbo seat but the damn thing makes me giddy. Carter has officially claimed the seat and a couple of the baby toys we have laying around. He says "Mine!". This will be interesting, hmmm?
I just started packing my hospital bag and am contemplating the whole boiling and sanitizing step of newborn preparation. This step sucks. Breast pump parts, bottles, pacifiers, yadda yadda yadda..... Maybe I will put this off for a couple more weeks. I just want to concentrate on my Big Guy's birthday coming up. I think I'm more excited than anyone else. Two!!! That's so Big! Plus I know mostly what he is getting from people and just can't wait to see his face and hear him go "Coooooooool!" or "Wooooow!" Once his birthday is behind us I will focus completely on our Little Guy's arrival.

Anyway, this is mostly a filler-post because I feel guilty when I let it go for almost a week. I will try to marinate in my creative juices and write something more interesting later. Yeah right.

My babies

Sometimes I really don't see the time passing until I check my blog and see when I last posted. Then I'm kind of shocked and question what the hell do I do all week? I'll even check my sticker desk calendar with a perplexed kinda "huh?" noise. Well, I'll be.....



Anyway, blog time warp aside, I think we've reached a significant lag in our summertime activities. I am seriously a gigantic person and can't fit into any of my maternity clothes, save 2 dresses and 2 stretchy yoga shorts. Please see below my ginormity (not a word, I know).





Yes. This is I. At 32 weeks.....8 more to go.....good grief. Well, Carter knows all about his little brother now. He knows he will Cry! and that he will be responsible for hugging him and rocking him in the glider. He knows his little brothers name (super cute) and he knows that the baby kicks mommy (finds this hilarious) and sleeps a lot. I am terrified of the transition from one baby to two.

Earlier this week a neighbor of ours gave us one of those little mini playmats for baby that they never used and Carter had dug it out of the closet.

He was sitting on it and I told him "Honey, that's for the baby" and his reply was, "Noooo, Me baby!!!" pointing to his chest with the fingers of both hands. (very emphatically)

This just broke my heart.

"Yes, you are my Big baby and that is for the Little baby"

I will not steal his babyhood out from under his feet. He will depart from it all on his own when he is ready. I will just have two babies.



Here is my Big Baby using chopsticks for the first time:

Next month our little guy is turning 2 years old! Can you believe it?