My little Weebles,

Today you turn two. TWO. As in TWO YEARS. How can that be? We named you Weebles when you were still in my belly, before we even knew you were a she. When I was pregnant I was a little ambivalent I admit. I was happy to be having a baby for sure, but I wasn't so convinced that there was, in fact, a baby in there. But you were in there all right. Shoving things around until you got your space just how you wanted it, only to decide that's not what you wanted at all and demanded that you were ready to be born. Sounds about right.

When we brought you home I loved and guarded you ferociously. I couldn't sleep if you were not within reach. I remember the first night that I moved your bassinette three feet away from the side of the bed so it would be easier for me to get up at night and I woke up and totally freaked out because I hadn't had verification you were breathing for thirty whole minutes. I remember talking to Andrew about how I would never, ever, ever be able to put you in your room at night. That it felt ten thousand miles away from me. Of course we do put you in your room at night now, but lots of nights you still come down and snuggle next to us for at least a couple of hours. And you still feel ten thousand miles away when you aren't right next to me.

You have learned so much. You can walk and run and climb. You can talk and ask questions. You have wonderful manners and love to chat with people in the grocery store. And my God do you love to sing and dance. Sue Faulkner is going to just eat that up with a spoon.

I am still fiercly protective of you, but now that your little brother is here it is different. All my fears and worries and anxiety are not centered only upon you, now I fret over both of you. So you get a break which is one reason why I wanted to have at least two children.

Speaking of your little brother, you are the world's best sister. You never even batted an eye when he came home. You bring him toys and try to show him how to do things. You tell him "it's otay buddy" when he is upset or frustrated. The first thing you ask when you wake up from your nap is "where's drew?" and then when you hear him wake up over the monitor you get all excited and say "brudder's up!" and tug me towards the gate to go upstairs and get him.

The next year will bring many new changes I am sure. I can't wait to see all you learn and how much you grow over the next twelve months. Some days I am sad, I miss you being a baby already. But it is fun to see you branch out on your own and get glimpses of the little girl you are becoming. Just be sure to come back and check in with your mama every now again, kay?

Make a Smilebox slideshow

Full plate

Who had the bright idea to go for NaBloPoMo when I have a million and one things to do? Me? #(#$! After being out and about all last week it has been a mad rush this week to get everything ready for the big birthday/baptism, or B3 as I've started calling it, weekend. I'm assuming I'm not the only one that completely tears everything in their house apart, cleans it and puts it back in a more orderly fashion before company comes right? Right? Sigh. Add to it testing recipes for the pre-baptism breakfast plus trying to care for two kids and an unruly stray dog... and I'm a basketcase. Not to mention finalizing the plans and mailing the invites for Gypsi and Derek's engagement party. I am sooo happy to have finally made decisions there. When did I lose my ability to make a decision? I swear. And my precious little boy has decided that he doesn't want to lie still on his back at all these days. That makes sleeping a little tricky. Poor fella is totally consumed with crawling and can't think about anything else. Unless he is totally out when I tuck him in, he'll flip right over and wake himself up. Classical Baby just ended so on that note, I'm outta here!

Trust but verify

Those are the wisest words I have read in quite awhile. It is all well and good to trust your loved ones. But, when you hear something that doesn't seem to ring quite true or when two people you thought you could trust are telling a different story then you need to make sure you verify it with facts. You know, like the kind you go and get yourself. Not the kind you are spoon fed by one side or the other. So while I trust my husband if he came home after being missing for two days and told me he was "working late" the whole time you'd better believe I'd be seeing some hard evidence before taking his word on it. A whole lotta trouble in this world could be avoided if those words were heeded....

Wordless Monday - Because I'm too tired to write

Seven months

Seven months old! You are getting so big. You almost kinda sorta but not quite got the hang of crawling this week. You went swimming in a real pool and loved it. Your napping is getting so much better and we are hoping to move you to a big boy crib soon. Daddy drew you some awesome dinosaurs for your room. I hope you will be a good enough sleeper to enjoy sleeping downstairs with us soon. I miss getting to wake up to both you and your sister's giggles. You are getting the hang of eating but still insist on shoving your little fist in your mouth with every bite. Your first two teeth finally appeared a couple of weeks ago but you have been a champ about it. We are just starting to really have fun. I know it will only get better and better. I love you little man.

NaBloPoMo

Here it is, August 1st. The first in a month's worth of posts. There is lots to look forward to this month, Gypsi and Derek's engagement party, The Peanut's baptism and of course the Weeble's Second Birthday. But for now, its time to go get some pancakes. YUM!