Wedding Ring Woes:
This morning, I learned a big life lesson -- don't let your 2-year-old play with your wedding ring. I thought it was adorable. "Mama's yiiing." Until...
I couldn't find it this morning. I asked Jack, "Where is Mama's ring, buddy?" He replied with "uuuummm, shoes? Ownsairs (downstairs)." Then, he opened the cupboard to the garbage. In a hustle to get to work, I left without it and confessed to my students all day NOT to let toddlers play with their future diamonds. {I teach science, I can relate any life event to science, right?} When I picked up Jack from daycare, I asked him if he could help Mama find her ring? He said, "uuummmm, pack pack (backpack) and shoes." three times. As soon as we got home, I checked his backpack. No ring. Under the couch, no ring. Dug through his shoes?! No ring. Finally, he attempted to pull up the couch cushion. I jumped off the couch and pulled off the cushion to find a shiny, wonderful, even-more-gorgeous that I ever imagined it could be, RING. Whew. Disaster aborted.
Pregnancy Waddle, Check:
While pregnant with Jack, I could fake it and pretend to not NEED to waddle. I would even say, "Pregnant women who waddle are woooosies!" Not this time. When I stand up, I feel as though my body can ONLY sway, waddle, move awkwardly, etc. And, that's if I can move after I get up. I don't remember these things from the last one...maybe I just forgot to write it down? While at school, I attempt to walk normal as if there isn't a gigantic belly forcing me to move funny. When I'm home and just getting off of the couch, however, you better believe I'm swaying and walking strangely awkward.
Four. More. Weeks.
Hubby of The Year?
Right now I can hear Eric's footsteps attempting to organize and put away laundry -- a task that is daunting and frankly too heavy for this 8 1/2 months preggo momma of a toddler. What a guy! And, he gave Jack his bath (since my belly gets in the way, dressed him for bed, and read him yet another round of "Santa gook" (book). I know, Jack's still thinking about Santa in January. He's a little obsessed.
2-Year-Old Genius?
I am convinced that EVERY momma is sure their little is a genius. Now I get it, though. Every little word they learn, every little milestone they reach is SO monumental in this thing called life. Tonight, while picking up his "bocks" and putting them into his "yaaaagon" Jack started counting. And, not the typical "four, six, seeeen, nine, ten" that he usually does, but a full-blown one through ten! (he even threw in some of the teens, too). He did it twice. Why can't we just record our living room each night to catch all of these little "firsts"??!! When asked, "What color is _______." His response is 9 times out of ten "Geeeeen". We cheer when it actually ends up green. We're getting there with colors :)
My favorite words/phrases Jack says:
I did it, mom (he shortens my name for this one -- adorbs!)
More nack pleaaaaassse now
Daddy faaaaaaart.
Happy birthday yincin (Lincoln -- his bud in KC)
Jack's morning routine:
Goooo morning, mama
Wuv oooo mama
Nuggle mama
Daddy -- yake up! iPad, hot-dog (mickey mouse club), cup, ceeceal (cereal) pllleaasse
Life is SO good.
Life is SO busy.
And...
I am SO thankful for my little family.
