As you may or may not have noticed -- I don't actually believe that anyone is racing to my blog every day to look for new posts -- I've been pretty sporadic in blogging lately. The simple fact is that life is getting in the way of blogging about life! With third trimester came the return of the intense need to nap, and the loss of that hour (or more) of productivity has been a struggle. As I'm now 5 weeks (or less . . . oh, please, let it be less!) from baby's arrival, I don't anticipate a great surge in new posts over the next few months. I do hope to get back into the swing of things eventually; it's been fun to chronicle our little life moments. I'm hoping for the opportunity to write posts about the past two weekends -- my first homeschool convention, and my longest-ever weekend away from my children -- but I've got two weekends of being away to recover from first!
In the meantime, a small peek into life here:
I'm 35 weeks pregnant today. With the return of 80+ degree weather came cankles and moderate carpal tunnel (holding a fork or a pen is pure torture). I'm regularly begging the baby to come at 38 weeks . . . but that means I have but three weeks to finish preparing for his arrival, and that's terrifying! I'm planning a water birth at home, so there will be posts on that as soon as I can get to them (after the big event, of course). Too interesting (even for me, as it's my first home birth AND my first water birth) to let that go un-blogged!
33-month-old Levi continues to be pretty compliant, but also super-bossy, and I'm constantly looking for just the right way to handle his demands. My biggest pet peeve is his tendency to contradict everything I say, even if there is no good reason to do so. For example, this morning:
Me: "Here we are at the grocery store!"
Levi: "We are not at the grocery store."
Why was it even necessary for him to say that?! Sheesh. Finally today it struck me to have a conversation about truth, and how God is happy when we tell the truth. The idea seemed to make sense to him, so we'll see if repeated instruction along those lines makes a difference.
At 17-1/2 months old, Owen is officially saying about twenty words, so we've made the big "15 words by 18 months" deadline that plagued me so with my firstborn. He's more aware of the world than Levi ever was (and sometimes still is), and recently figured out how to pull chairs over to the kitchen counter to help himself to its contents. Owen got three new teeth in the past two weeks and has been accordingly grumpy, but is still generally a jolly little guy who makes us laugh all the time.
There's a husband involved in all of this, of course, but it never seems quite appropriate to discuss his life in the same way I discuss my children. He's good. :)
Until next time . . . be well!
In the meantime, a small peek into life here:
I'm 35 weeks pregnant today. With the return of 80+ degree weather came cankles and moderate carpal tunnel (holding a fork or a pen is pure torture). I'm regularly begging the baby to come at 38 weeks . . . but that means I have but three weeks to finish preparing for his arrival, and that's terrifying! I'm planning a water birth at home, so there will be posts on that as soon as I can get to them (after the big event, of course). Too interesting (even for me, as it's my first home birth AND my first water birth) to let that go un-blogged!
33-month-old Levi continues to be pretty compliant, but also super-bossy, and I'm constantly looking for just the right way to handle his demands. My biggest pet peeve is his tendency to contradict everything I say, even if there is no good reason to do so. For example, this morning:
Me: "Here we are at the grocery store!"
Levi: "We are not at the grocery store."
Why was it even necessary for him to say that?! Sheesh. Finally today it struck me to have a conversation about truth, and how God is happy when we tell the truth. The idea seemed to make sense to him, so we'll see if repeated instruction along those lines makes a difference.
Sweet boy.
At 17-1/2 months old, Owen is officially saying about twenty words, so we've made the big "15 words by 18 months" deadline that plagued me so with my firstborn. He's more aware of the world than Levi ever was (and sometimes still is), and recently figured out how to pull chairs over to the kitchen counter to help himself to its contents. Owen got three new teeth in the past two weeks and has been accordingly grumpy, but is still generally a jolly little guy who makes us laugh all the time.
Classic Owen: a truck in one hand, and no pants.
There's a husband involved in all of this, of course, but it never seems quite appropriate to discuss his life in the same way I discuss my children. He's good. :)
Until next time . . . be well!
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