Who the hell knows. I'm half asleep.

I'm too tired to blog. My eyes are little balls of sandpaper and I'm hunchbacked over the keyboard. Ohhhh woe is me.
My guys wore me out today in alternating screaming matches. It was quite an opera.

Anywhoo, for the sake of historical blogging context, the news is full of some crazy crap right now ever since Obama won the '08 election. I find myself half rolling my eyes and half nodding my head. The funniest thing for me is that I never told anyone how I voted; not even my older sister or my husband. Now if they asked me I suppose I would tell them....or maybe not...but I find it humorous to hear their opinions of how I would have voted. My sister the Republican says she is pretty sure she knows who I voted for (meaning she thinks I voted Democrat) and my Liberal Democrat husband says he thinks we are a House Divided (meaning he thinks I voted Republican). Hmmm. I wonder who knows me best....
I guess I'm pretty middle of the road so it's hard to guess. :)

Now. On to the stars of the show.
Owen has become super-strong baby and he is such a sweetie pie. He actually will just lay there sometimes and "hang out". I find this extraordinary when I compare how Carter was at this age. Poor Carter had reflux and colic and who knows what else but he cried unless I was holding or nursing him. Owen is fine just laying by himself. Sometimes I'll catch him smiling and "talking" to himself. Funny. He recently started the baby squawk/laugh. I love it. I've officially fallen head over heels in love with him. Last night he went to sleep at 8pm and didn't wake up again til 2am...this is nice. He has been pretty predictable in his sleep patterns already. This is very good. I must thank him when he is older. Carter didn't do that...ever....well, until he was fully weaned at 15 months. They are so different.
Just the other day I was showering and I had a flashback to my early baby days with Carter. Here I was just showering in peace while Owen sat in his bouncy and looking around, Carter was playing and Kevin was doing laundry.... and I'm remembering.... This doesn't sound weird to most of you but I must reflect on those days with my oldest youngster and I laugh because I couldn't even shower until the evening time when Kevin got home. He would hold Carter and walk him around while he screamed just so I could have 10 minutes to myself. I couldn't even put him down long enough to shower without the earsplitting, choking screams! Wow. I must have been a wreck. Here I am with two now and it is so much easier in some ways. That makes no sense but I'm not arguing. I'm just happy things are the way they are.
Carter has been showing his brother lots of love lately. He is getting much better at being gentle with him but sometimes he wants me to put Owen on "da otter side" so he can get the good mama cuddles in. I try to accomodate his needs; my poor sensitive child.

Run for the Hills!!!

This is the attitude around this town right now. I swear, the whole Gustav thing is freaking people out. I understand the chaos that Katrina caused and the long recovery but come on....shouldn't we panic when the damn storm is actually a hurricane again and actually in the Gulf? We watched Katrina bear down on NoLa from the safety of Savannah....we watched it hit as all of our plans came crumbling down. We had jobs lined up already, we had friends all there, we had a house that we were closing on in 4 days.....ugh, that was a bummer. But things work themselves out and we didn't actually lose anything; not like so many others.
So this weekend is busy. We have Carter's 2 year birthday, reorganizing bedroom for babies arrival (complete sleeping upheaval expected), Labor Day and I was gonna try to send mental images to babes to come out and join us early. ;)
However, with people lining up at the gas tanks, evacuating, stripping down the stores of all essentials and so on, I think I will try to keep the babes 'up there' a wee bit longer and just try to get through the birthday and the possible storm.
We will not be running for the hills, so to speak but we are going to get a few essentials (gas, diapers, toilet paper, oatmeal....) and we do have the option to shoot up to Jackson to stay with Kevin's dad and stepmom. I'm not too worried.....yet. I generally am not a Mass Panic type of person. I'll wait and see...then I'll freak the f*&# out. ;)

I had my 36 week OB check yesterday and this sweet little guy is helping mommy out. He is head down and low and I am 80% effaced. Woopee! I told my sis that I've never been effaced before and in some moronic way I feel like I've achieved something. Hey, everything at this point is new because Carter was butt-ass backward.

"Mom, don't leave me!!!!!"

Yes, it was like we were reenacting the scene from Sophie's Choice when she gives one of her children to the Nazi's. I just left for just over an hour but you can 't exactly explain the concept of time to an 18 month old. He just knew that I was leaving him with some woman that he didn't know so well and he did not like it...at all. I guess he cried for 10 minutes or so then decided he would play with her and his toys. By the time I got home from my doctors appointment he was perfectly content vacuuming and all he could spare me was a half-hearted wave from across the room. Fickle child.

I heard the baby's heartbeat loud and clear. All is well in our circus.