Showing posts with label Blessings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blessings. Show all posts

22 Weeks Pregnant (Baby #3 - BOY!)

Time for the 22 week update!  It feel like a lot has happened in the last two weeks in this pregnancy.


The biggest thing, we found out we are having a baby boy!  I would have been thrilled either way, but I think it will work out really nicely for our family to have a boy next.  I love that this boy will only be three years younger than Wyatt - I feel like that is definitely close enough to be good friends as they grow up!

I've been trying to keep an eye out for little boy outfits so that I can get a coming home outfit for our little guy, but most of the outfits out now are a little too wintery for April.  I'll probably wait until after Christmas so I can find something that will be warm, but not too middle-of-winter-ish.

I bought the fabric for his quilt, and I'm excited to get started on it after Christmas!

We pretty much have a name picked out, but we also have a backup, just in case.  It's a little different to have a name so early in the game this time - usually we don't seriously talk about it until later, and we've never made a final decision until after the birth.  The decision isn't really "final", but we have a pretty good idea!

Baby Boy was 13 ounces at his last ultrasound (two weeks ago, so I'm sure he's close to a pound now), and he's about 11 inches long!  Tooth buds are starting to form this week as well!

For me, I feel like the belly has definitely "popped" over the last two weeks.  I don't think it's ever changed so drastically in a two week period!  I woke up one day and it was all of a sudden way bigger.  Here are the comparison pictures between 20 and 22 weeks:

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See?  Maybe it's not as drastic as I thought, but I can definitely tell a big difference.

I've been having a lot of sciatic nerve pain over the last couple weeks, so I think it might be time for a chiropractic adjustment.  I've also been eating way too much.  All the Christmas goodies have bombarded me since our gender reveal party, and it's just been too much sugar.  I need to slow down so I stay within my weight gain goal!  But I really do feel hungry a lot of the time.

The maternity clothes are finally starting to fit, but I can still make a lot of my regular clothes work too, so I'm kind of in between.

One exciting thing to me has been feeling the baby move from the outside!  It's so fun to feel his little kicks get stronger.  The other day I was sitting on the couch and I was just watching him move around inside my belly.  This is my absolute favorite part of pregnancy - feeling and seeing the movement.  There is nothing like it.  I'm going to miss it when Baby Boy is born, but I'm so looking forward to meeting him!

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The Greatest Thing

Today is Thanksgiving.  A day when people all over the country take time to reflect on the things that they are thankful for.  I love making lists of things we are thankful for on Thanksgiving, but I think it can be easy to focus so much on the things, especially material blessings, that we forget about Who gave us these things.

This day isn't about the turkey, or football games, or even spending time with family.  This is a day to give thanks to God, not only for the blessings He has given us, but for who He is and what He has done.  It should be a day not only of thanks, but also of praise - not just for listing blessings, but for reflecting and remembering what a great God we serve and thanking Him for everything that He is.

One of my favorite passages of Scripture around Thanksgiving and Christmas is Mary's song in Luke 1:47-55:

“My soul magnifies the Lord,
 And my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior.
 For He has regarded the lowly state of His maidservant;
For behold, henceforth all generations will call me blessed.
 For He who is mighty has done great things for me,
And holy is His name.

 And His mercy is on those who fear Him
From generation to generation.

 He has shown strength with His arm;
He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.
 He has put down the mighty from their thrones,
And exalted the lowly.
 He has filled the hungry with good things,
And the rich He has sent away empty.

 He has helped His servant Israel,
In remembrance of His mercy,
 As He spoke to our fathers,
To Abraham and to his seed forever.”

The lyrics of one of my favorite Christmas songs, Magnificat on Todd Agnew's Christmas CD, is based on this passage.  You can listen to it here. I feel like it presents Mary's song so beautifully, but it resonates with me so much because of how it focuses on God and His work.  

He has done great things for me, and for you.  Even if you have nothing but the clothes on your back, this is true.  We are entering into the Christmas season, when we celebrate the fact that He became a man, so he could die for us.  So He could rise from the dead and save us.  That is a great thing.  It is the greatest thing.  

God and who He is right at the top of my list, right along with this mighty thing that He has done for us. I'm so glad to serve such a strong, holy, and merciful God as this.

Minivan Mom

Introducing our new car!

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Yes, it's a minivan!

When we found out we were expecting a third (actually even before that), we realized that my little Ford Escape could not fit three car seats in the back seat.  We probably should have thought that through before we bought it last year.  Originally I thought that Wyatt might be in a booster seat before we had a third baby, and we might be able to make it work - but since he'll only be 38 months old when the new baby comes he won't meet the age or height requirements for a booster.  

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So we looked at a few different options, and in the end we decided a minivan was the way to go.  We were looking for something that could seat seven, and not only are minivans much cheaper than any other car with the ability to carry that many passengers, they get better gas mileage too.  Plus there is lots of room to carry around a potty chair, since lots of potty training is in our future.

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Minivans have a reputation for being one of the dorkiest cars you can have.  That used to bother me - I used to say I never wanted a minivan.  

I changed my mind though.  Whenever I tell anyone that I have a minivan, they go on and on about how they used to have one and they loved it.  And you know what, I rather like it too.  It's so roomy, it feels luxurious, we have a ton of space for the mounds of stuff we have to bring with us everywhere, and there is the potty training thing.  Derek put in a nice radio and bluetooth for me, we have a DVD player for the kids, and it only had 79,000 miles (less miles than any car I have ever owned) when we bought it, at less than blue book value.  I kind of love it.

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I figure if I, a twenty-something, fairly-fashionable girl, can happily drive her minivan, anybody should be able to drive one without feeling weird.  Cars are not a fashion statement.

Are cars a reflection of who we are?  In a way.  But do you know who I am?  I am a mom.  I don't feel like I've lost my identity in motherhood, but being a mother is a huge part of who I am.  If someone asks me about myself, one of the first things out of my mouth is about my kids.  I love motherhood, and I happily accept it as part of my identity.  I am so thankful for the blessing of bearing that title.
So if driving a minivan says "mom"?  Then that fits me perfectly, and I'm proud of it.

And you see these three?


They are so worth a minivan.


This post is part of a new Friday series I'm starting, in which I'm going to try to bring a little more of my "real life" back to the blog. Real life stories, real life happenings, real life struggles, real life lessons. Because these are the things my kids will want to read someday, and these are the things I will want to remember.

On The Age Gap (+Printable)

In case you haven't stopped to do the math, Gwendolyn and this new baby will be less than 16 months apart. I'm going to have three babies in 38 months!

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Thinking about the age difference has never bothered me or made me nervous.  Sure, things are going to be busy around here, but I think it will be happy, joyful chaos, and I love it.  I am so excited about this new baby!  I am so grateful for an easy conception.  I think it's perfect that my kids are all going to be so close together.

The only thing that bothered me at first was that I worried I was going to get negative reactions from some people.  The people who were going to ask "And how far are they going to be apart?" with an incredulous look on their faces.  The people who were going to shake their heads and tell me how crazy my life was going to get.  The people who were going to give me an odd look and say, "Wow, you're going to have your hands full".

When I thought about that in the beginning of my pregnancy, I didn't want those reactions, because I am thrilled about this baby.   The thought that other people might not share in my joy made me upset.

The first few times I told someone whose reaction I wasn't sure about, I tried to beat them to the punch so they couldn't say it first.  "It was a surprise!"  "They'll be pretty close, so it'll be a little crazy!"  With a smile on my face, trying to let them know that I was completely happy about this new blessing.

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Then I told one person who I was almost sure would have a negative reaction.  I was really nervous about it.  I said my line about it being a surprise, etc.  But she smiled and looked me right in the face and said "It's a blessing."  Immediately the pressure was off, and I grinned and said that it was and how happy we were.

I was so relieved that my announcement to her went well, but it got me thinking.  I do not have to explain this baby, as if he or she was an accident.  This baby is an absolute gift from God that He chose to give me at this precise time. 

I am so grateful and happy about this baby.  There is no reason for me to minimize that just because someone might give me snide words or a disapproving look.  If someone reacts that way, they are the ones who are wrong.  

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God creates life.  Those lives have a deep meaning and purpose, no matter how long or short they may be.  They are each precious and worthy of celebration.  There are no accidents.

I am no longer feeling the need to offer explanations for this baby before someone can react.  If they don't like it, they can take it up with God, but I am excited.  

I've also found the perfect response to the "Wow, you have your hands full" comment.  I saw a sign that said this shortly after I got pregnant, and I thought it was perfect.

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My hands might be full, but my heart will be even more full.  I wouldn't have it any other way.


P.S.  I am happy to report that no one who knows me has given me any weird reactions.  Every one of you who knows me in blogland, as well as my real life family and friends, has been so sweet and excited for me!  I'm so grateful to have such a wonderful support system in my life.  The only weird reactions I've gotten have been from strangers.

Then God Decided To Surprise Me

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Thank you all so much for all the congratulations yesterday!  We are all so excited about our new little baby, and you all made me feel so loved by being excited with us!  

Here's the story of how Baby #3 came to be.

As most of you know, it took some trying for Derek and I to get pregnant with Wyatt and Gwen.  My cycles just don't like to function properly.  For Wyatt it took 11 months for me to ovulate.  Then even though my cycles came right back after I weaned him, it took us 8 months to get pregnant with Gwen because of a luteal phase defect.  I've had some fertility issues in the past.

I weaned Gwen around July 7th or 8th, but I felt like my cycles weren't going to come back right away.  Derek and I had talked about it and decided to start trying for Baby #3 in November, and I was hoping my cycles would return before then.  I was already expecting it to take at least 6 months of trying for us to get everything back on track and figure out what we needed to do this time to get pregnant, based on our previous trying-to-conceive experiences.  It's always taken some strategizing for us to get pregnant.

I have to admit to getting a little bit of baby fever around the middle of July though.  I don't know why, but it seems like everyone starts announcing pregnancies or giving birth to sweet, squishy little newborns when I'm no longer pregnant!  Then when I am pregnant, the announcements die down.  I love being pregnant, so all the recent pregnancy announcements were starting to get to me.  I was laughing at myself for getting baby fever too early and I just kept thinking about November.

After weaning Gwen, I was watching my signs carefully, waiting for my cycles to come back.  About 2 weeks after I weaned her I though I might be getting close to ovulating, but it ended up being a false alarm, because there was no temperature shift.  Then my other fertility signs went completely away, and I just assumed my body was going to take longer to get back to normal, though I kept taking my temperature to track things.

  (If you have no idea what I'm talking about with all this temperature stuff, you should read these posts I wrote a few years ago, but be prepared for TMI.  I'm talking about women's cycles here, after all, but if you are a woman you should probably be aware.  Public service announcement of the day.)

About a week after all my ovulation symptoms disappeared, my temperature went up, then kind of down, then back up again, and just did some wacky things.  Now, when we were trying for Wyatt my temperature was all over the place, and I was not ovulating.  When I weaned Wyatt and we started trying for Gwen, my temperature did some weird things that cycle too, so I wasn't really sure what was going on at first.  However, I just had this feeling that I might have ovulated.  The temperatures did have a general upward shift, even though they were all over the place.  There was no way to be sure except to wait the two weeks, so that's what I did.

It crossed my mind that I could have gotten pregnant, but I thought it was unlikely.  Not only were things not even close to being perfect for conception (in the past everything has had to be perfect for me to get pregnant), but we were not actively trying and had taken certain precautions.  However we weren't exactly being super careful, so I knew the possibility was there.  I just thought it was very improbable, considering my history.

But then weird things started happening.  That week after I ovulated, I suddenly felt extremely tired.  Like I was going to die if I didn't get some sleep.  This was also the same week Gwen started waking up a lot, so I chalked it up to that, but I still thought my fatigue was a little excessive, even with her not sleeping well.  It took me by surprise because I didn't remember ever feeling that way after ovulating before, but I knew it was way too early for pregnancy symptoms even if that's what it was, so I just dismissed it.

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(Me, pregnant without knowing it, holding the big sister.)

However, the next week my chest started hurting.  Just little twinges here and there, but that was really unusual to me.  My chest is never tender, except when I'm pregnant.  That is not one of my PMS symptoms.

It was so odd to me that after a couple days I pulled out one of my dollar store pregnancy tests and took it.  Negative.  So I let myself get a Venti mocha (non-decaf).

Still, a little voice kept telling me to make sure my bath water wasn't too hot and to watch the ingredients in my tea, just in case.

A couple days later things got even more weird.  I saw an empty root beer bottle in the back of my mom's car, and suddenly I just had to have a root beer.  I made Derek go buy me one.  I felt like I had to visit the bathroom during the day way more than usual.  My lower back started to hurt (which isn't necessarily a pregnancy symptom, but it was unusual for me).  Then that night I woke up feeling famished.  I almost went upstairs to get a snack but I tried to just go back to sleep instead.

(The announcement photos . . .)

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 (A behind-the-scenes shot of our pumpkin photo shoot.  The kids only lasted so long!  I promise Wyatt really is happy about his little brother or sister, despite the facial expression here!)

I tell you, I have never had a two week wait with more symptoms - not even when I was pregnant with Wyatt and Gwen!  It was just bizarre to me.  I even wrote a post on my private baby blog, wondering if I was going crazy.

The next day would be 14 days past ovulation, so I knew something would show one way or another, and I decided to take a pregnancy test.  I was really expecting it to be negative, and then I thought I could expect Aunt Flow later that day.  I think a little part of me knew I was pregnant, but part of me just didn't think it could possibly be that easy, especially when so many factors weren't in line with us getting pregnant.

I held it in all night (even though I really had to go).  After I woke up I headed to the bathroom, caught the urine in a cup (because that's how my cheap tests work), and grabbed the little dropper and deposited four drops into the well.

And I waited.  I looked at it again a minute later, and it looked pretty negative to me, so I thought I should probably just expect to start soon.  Then I took another look at it a minute later.  And I squinted. And I brought it closer to the light.  Was that a line?  It looked like a little smudge, a very light shadow right where I expected the line to be.

I tried to convince myself that it was probably still a negative and that I was just seeing a smudge.  But I had started to shake just a little bit.  The words "intensity of lines may vary", from the box of the cheapy kept replaying in my mind.

What to do now?  I had another generic test from Target in the cupboard - a not-quite-so-cheapy. I could just wait to get my period since the first test was most likely a negative, and then if I didn't get it by Monday I could take the test.  Or I could take it today, and then if it was negative I could just buy some more tests, wait for my Aunt Flow to come, and then if it didn't come by Monday test again.

I ran over my options in my head several times, even though I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to take that test.

So I pulled it out of the cupboard, hands shaking a little, and read the directions (because I always do, even though I've taken tons of pregnancy tests).  I used my handy-dandy cup of urine (I tell you, I am never peeing directly on the stick again), and took the other test.

Normally when I take these tests, I make myself not look at it for the full 2-3 minutes, and then look.  But not today.  I sat there and stared at the results window.

At first I thought it was going to be negative.  The color in the window looked pretty even.

But then a very faint line started to show, and I watched it get darker and darker.

Until I was left there staring at a test with TWO very clear lines!  Albeit one fainter than the other.

I just sat there, and grinned, and whispered "Oh my gosh, I'm pregnant".  I breathed a prayer of thanks to God for letting me get pregnant!  And so easily!

Of course, I couldn't just let it be, so I grabbed one of the Clearblue digital tests that I had bought that week on a whim, and I took that one too.  And that blessed word "pregnant" flashed on the screen!

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(My first set of pregnancy tests.  Only three of many.) 

I was in shock a little bit.  I was pregnant!  With a surprise baby!  I never in my life thought I'd have a surprise baby!

I hurried and got ready for the day, put on my makeup, got dressed, and went outside to find Derek (he was working on the porch).  I said "Babe?" and he pulled his headphones out of his ears.

I think at first he thought I wanted him to do something, but I said "So you know how I've been so tired lately?"  And he said "Yeah?" with a little suspicion.  Then I pulled the test from behind my back and said "I'm pregnant!" And he said "Whaaat?" In a good way!  

His next words were "No way . . . How?" and I said I didn't know!  (I.e. I didn't know how we got pregnant considering it was so unlikely at that time.  We do know how babies are made!)  I said that I guess God wanted us to get pregnant!  And we laughed and went over everything.  I, of course, was grinning and Derek was too.  I asked him if he was happy and he said that he was.

We are both so happy!

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(I took this picture of Derek with our little pumpkin because I didn't like that he was being left out of the announcement shots.)

I went into the doctor the next Monday to get my blood drawn (at my request).  Since my progesterone was low with Gwen  wanted to make sure that wasn't happening with this baby.  My progesterone came back borderline, so my doctor put me on supplements, which I'm working off of now.  

My HCG came back at 439.  Anything under 1000 and they want you to come back in two days to makes sure your HCG is doubling, which kind of freaked me out a little bit.  I knew the lines on the tests were lighter than any of my other positives ever were, and I had my blood drawn on the same day in my pregnancy with Gwen and they were already at 1400, so I was nervous.  I so wanted everything to be okay with this baby.  I've had to give this baby and my cares over to the Lord a lot this pregnancy and trust Him to take care of this little life He has given me.  But my numbers came back at 962 - more than doubled, so everything was fine! Worrying is so useless, but it's so hard not to do.

On September 13th, when I was almost 9 weeks, we had our first ultrasound.  I was so happy because Derek was able to make it back in time to come with me!  We saw our beautiful little baby, with a nice strong heartbeat at 173, and measuring right on track!  We were able to go out to dinner afterward, and it was such a nice date after our big ultrasound!

We decided to keep it our little secret for a while this time around, just for fun.  A post is coming on how we told our families!

It seemed surreal for a long time that I was actually pregnant!  I'm not sure it really sunk in for a few weeks.  Things just seemed so easy.  It's never been easy. 

Yet here we are with this beautiful surprise!  

I think it's funny how the Lord seems to like to surprise us.  Just when we think we've got something figured out, He decides to do the unexpected.  When people would ask us about future kids, I kept telling people that I was expecting it to take a while to get pregnant with our third, but maybe God would surprise me.  And He did!  Even more than I thought since we weren't even trying and I really didn't think it was really possible.  But everything is possible with God, and He is the Author of Life.  He decides when it starts, and He can allow a baby to be conceived even when all other earthly knowledge would say it can't happen.  He is the Worker of miracles - and babies are miracles.  Every one of them.

I can't wait to meet my next little miracle!

P.S.  Lauren pointed out yesterday that April 20, 2014 (my due date) is also Easter Sunday!  How cool is that?  Believe it or not, I did not realize that day was also Easter until she told me!  I'm 12.5 weeks pregnant now.

P.P.S. Check back tomorrow for a belly picture catch-up!

Gwendolyn At Nine Months

Gwendolyn is 9 months old!  That is so close to a year.  She is officially an "older" baby, and I can't believe it's been that long already!

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Right now she's in 12 month size clothes - we pretty much just skipped 9 month clothes altogether.  She's in size 3 shoes, and size 3 diapers.  We're not doing cloth diapers at the moment because she has a horrible diaper rash that I need to talk to her doctor about when I take her in for her 9 month appointment.  I'm also very curious to see how much she weighs now!

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This has been an exciting month for Miss Gwen. On September 2nd Gwen pulled up to her knees by herself!  Then just a couple weeks later, on September 17th, I came upstairs from putting Wyatt down for a nap.  I had the baby gate closed, and when I came up Gwen was standing up against the baby gate, just bawling her little eyes out!  I think she pulled to her feet and didn't know how to get back down!

 Since then she's gotten very good at getting up and down against all of our furniture though.  She's not really taking steps yet, but she loves standing (while she's holding onto something).  She looks so proud of herself when she pulls up on something.

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She has also started crawling on all fours more instead of doing her inchworm/lunge crawl.  I think the lunge crawl is on the way out.  This makes me slightly sad, but I'm glad she's learning so many new things!  

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For months Gwen has been eyeing our food whenever we sit down to eat.  She'll reach for our plates, and sometimes she watches us eat and makes a chewing motion with her mouth.  This month I started giving her more things that she can actually gnaw on, like mum mums (rice cookies), and puffs.  She loves it.  I think she feels like such a big girl when she is eating more chewable food.

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(Ignore the food smudge on the Bumbo that I clearly did not take time to clean off . . .)

She is also talking a lot more this month.  She has a lot of consonant noises now, and it's fun because she tries to copy some of the noises we make.  I taught her to say "mama" a couple months back - I'm not quite sure if she associates it with me or not, but when she's upset and she sees me she'll cry "momomomom".  Or when she is happy she'll sigh and then say "momomomom".  I love it.  Derek taught her to say "dada" the other day though, and she got it immediately - and now I have a hard time getting her to say "mama"!  Derek was just humming/singing a song to her the other day, and she started to copy the noises he was making then too.  She's definitely becoming more vocal.

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She lets us know when she's not happy - she knows how to screech.  She sometimes gives this "I'm-being-dramatic" cry, and it sounds like she's rolling her tongue while she's crying, like a vibrating noise.  The other day my dad said it was her Chewbacca cry, and I realized that's exactly what it sounds like!  It's super cute.  Ever since then when she cries like that Derek and I secretly smile at each other, because it's so funny and so Gwen.

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She is very into her toys right now.  Unfortunately she also gravitates toward anything Wyatt is currently playing with.  We're practicing sharing.

Everything, and I mean everything, goes straight into her mouth.  Wyatt's plastic toy animals?  Mouth.  Dog chew toys?  Mouth.  My necklace?  Teething toy.  Dog food?  She thinks it's people food (I've had to remember to put it up every morning or she'll eat it!).  Piece of lint?  Yummy.  I have to watch her like a hawk.  I do not remember Wyatt trying to eat everything like this girl does.

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I am happy to report that she has gotten past the wake-up-evey-two-hours phase that we suffered through last month!  I still cannot figure out what caused her to sleep so horribly.  I am just glad we're over it, and praying that she'll stay with more solid sleeping habits!  She's waking up once a night now, which is so much better.  No way am I complaining about that!

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No teeth yet.  I thought for sure a tooth was about to pop through when she wouldn't sleep all those nights, but there's nothing.  I'm just enjoying her gummy smile while it lasts!  I love gummy baby smiles, and Gwen gives huge ones!

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(This picture is blurry, but I loved her smile in it too much to not include it.)

Her personality is just so cute.  I love how she's getting to the point where she'll play with me and laugh with me.  She loves peekaboo right now!  Her new thing this month has been shaking her head back and forth (like to say "no"), and then stopping and waiting for me to laugh.  I think she's doing it on purpose to make me laugh, and it's so cute!  She loves to be dipped upside down, and she cracks up laughing!  She grins when I tilt her upside down and kiss her chin. Her newest thing is making a clicking noise with her tongue (another things Derek taught her), and she thinks it's so fun when you do it back.

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She's been giving me more baby kisses this month.  She loves to play with Wyatt.  This sounds awful, but she and Wyatt will throw their heads back against their car seats and then laugh at each other when they do it.  There is nothing I like more than hearing my babies giggling together from the back seat!  I love this age.

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My Beautiful Gwendolyn,

You are such a joy, Gwen Girl!  I can't believe you are getting so close to a year old!  You are growing so fast.

This month with you has just been fun.  

Daddy loves it when he picks you up, because you will put your hand on his shoulder and pat him with your hand.  It's so sweet.  You love your dad and I can definitely tell that you sleep better when he's home.

I love how you always have a smile for me, and how content you are just to sit or stand near me and play.  But you light up when I tickle you, or kiss you, or talk to you.  You just love our one-on-one, face-to-face time. I love it too.  You are so precious.

You've never been one to sleep in my arms much, but you've fallen asleep with me on the couch a few times this month.  I love feeling your little breaths going in and out.  You tuck your feet in and you just look so peaceful.

In one of the Anne of Green Gables books, Anne's mother writes that she loves her baby best when she's sleeping, and even better when she's awake.  That's how I feel too.  I love you awake, asleep, happy, crying, and everything in between.

Love you always, Sweet Girl.



Wyatt is growing so big!  Even just editing the pictures for this post I realized how much he has changed from even a couple months ago.  And he does so many cute things right now - I love this age!  I must document.

Also please note that these pictures are not all current, just random ones from the last few months.  Plus Mr. Wyatt is getting really tricky to photograph, because he barely holds still for me anymore.  Also, I realized that I have been a horrible picture slacker this month!  I need to take more of my kiddos!

Okay.  On to the cute Wyatt-isms.  Like my word I made up?  It means, "all the cute things Wyatt does".  There you go.

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The other week I came to pick Wyatt up from his classroom after church.  I told him we needed to go and to put the truck away.  He did, and then he turned around, waved to all the other kids in the class, and said "Bye!"  A few of them waved back, and then he turned to his little buddy and said "Bye, Jaden!"  It was the cutest thing ever, and I love seeing his social skills develop.


Sometimes he'll come up to me and ask me for a cracker (or whatever).  I'll usually say something along the lines of "You want a cracker?", then Wyatt says "Hmm, cracker?  Okay."  Like it was my idea and not his!

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Whenever we get ready for bed we read a story, and then we pray.  Lately he's been repeating different lines after me while I"m praying, which I love.  Then we sing a song, and Wyatt is constantly surprising me with how many words he knows!  He sang practically all of "Jesus Loves Me" by himself, and then most of the words to "Trust and Obey".  And of course he knows all his Donut Man songs.  He is a very musically inclined kiddo.

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He also went through a phase were he would ask for fill-in-the-blank song.  He's asked for the car song, deer song, key song, flower song, etc.  I think he was just stalling or trying to fool me, but it was cute!  Derek and I actually came up with a couple songs that mentioned said items. The deer song ("As The Deer") was his favorite for about a month, and he knows all the words now.  I still can't think of a key song though!


Whenever I lay him down in his bed at night, he says "I'm gonna scoot up here", and then he scoots to the top of the bed. He knows exactly where he likes to sleep.

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We went to a baby shower a few weeks ago, and they gave Wyatt one of the balloons to take home.  Wyatt loves balloons and whenever he has one he carts it all over the house with him all day long.  I have to pry it out of his fingers for bedtime, and the only way he's okay with it is if I tell him the balloon has to "sleep" in my room. So every nap time and night we put the balloon "to bed", and Wyatt shouts, "Night, Night, Balloon!  Goodnight!" from his room.  

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My mom came over the day after the shower and Wyatt was carrying the balloon and his blankie with him.  She was holding Wyatt and as they passed through a doorway the balloon caught on the wood and popped.  After the initial shock of losing his balloon, Wyatt stroked his blankie and said "It's alright, Blankie.  You're okay.  I'm sorry it hurt you Blankie.  It's okay." It was so sweet to see him comforting his blanket!  

Blankie goes with him everywhere, and Wyatt always feeds him, or puts him to bed, or does for his blankie whatever I normally do for him.  Tonight he gave his big blanket to his blankie so it could sleep with it.  He tucked Blankie in, and then he grabbed a different blanket for himself.  

I even caught him one day talking to his blanket saying "I la loo.  I la loo, Blankie" (translated: I love you, I love you Blankie).  It's so cute I can't even stand it!  I love it.

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As I write this I hear Wyatt and Gwen giggling.  I looked over and Wyatt is holding the front of Gwen's shirt and rocking her back and forth.  She's laughing hysterically and swaying to get him to do it again, and he keeps laughing and saying "Is that funny Gwen?"  Oh my.


Earlier this summer we went to the zoo with my friend Danae.  It's the first time we've been since Wyatt has been walking, and he loved it, especially the bird exhibits!  There was one exhibit where the bird was sitting really close to the barrier, and Wyatt ran over to the stroller, grabbed one of his animal crackers, and ran back to the bird.  He held out the cracker and said "Here ya go, Bird.  You want a cracker?  Here ya go."  It was so sweet.

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I took a trip to Ikea with the kids a couple weeks ago.  If you've ever been in Ikea, you know it's like a maze in there.  And of course right in the middle of the huge "maze", Wyatt decided to throw a fit.  No, my child is not immune.  

I usually take him to the bathroom for discipline when this happens in the middle of a store, but it was Ikea - I had no idea where the bathrooms were, except for the ones at the very end of the store!  So I just dealt with it the best I could and made my way out as quickly as possible, and once we got to the car I corrected him.  Then I told him he couldn't have any pretzels because he wasn't good in the store.  

As we were driving away, Wyatt probably asked 3 or 4 times if he could have a pretzel, and I kept reminding him that he couldn't because he didn't behave in Ikea.  Finally he got a really thoughtful look on his face and said "Mama, I'm sorry.  I'm sorry, Mama."  It was the first time he has ever apologized without my prompting him, and it melted my heart!  He still didn't get any pretzels, but it made me feel good that he understood.  He's getting it.

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We went to Derek's mom's house for dinner last week.  After dinner Wyatt walked up to me and nuzzled his nose against my arm.  Then a second later he rubbed his nose against my sleeve again.  I asked him what he was doing and he said "I'm wiping my nose."  Gee, thanks Pal!  It made me laugh!

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Every time he hears Gwen fussing after her she wakes up from her naps, he comes over to me and tells me "Gwen's cryin'".  I'm usually finishing up whatever I'm doing or making her a bottle, but if I don't get her quick enough for him he says, "I'm gonna get Gwen," and rushes off to her room.  As soon as she sees him she usually cries harder, but I think it's sweet that he's so concerned for his sister.

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He has figured out how to open pretty much every door in the house now.  He's usually up before I am in the mornings (especially since Gwen's sleep has been so rough lately), so he'll usually run into my room and say "Morning, Mama!"  My favorite alarm clock, for sure!

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I love my boy, and I can't believe that he's on the downhill slope to 3 years old.  Time, slow down.
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