Happy Easter

Happy Easter a few days ago!  Grandma Nay knitted Baby Sister's Easter dress.  It was as soft and sweet as my baby girl, and it fit her perfectly.  JW got his classic argyle sweater vest and a pink shirt.  He's ok enough with this manhood to wear pink. 

Saturday morning I took JW and Baby Sister to the local city Easter egg hunt.  JW kept calling it the "bunny hop."  JW was there ready with his basket to collect eggs.  As soon as the horn was blown, a million people rushed the field and 10 seconds later the bunny hop was over.  In that 10 seconds JW collected one, ONE, plastic egg filled with a hard piece of salt water taffy.  I wouldn't let him eat it (because he chokes on everything) and he came unglued.  At the point we went home, everyone kicking and screaming.  It was so much fun [pssfff].

The Pope

Photo credit: AP

I think I am the only person on the planet who could care less about the Pope election (BREAKING NEWS: THE SMOKE IS WHITE!).  Maybe because I am not Catholic?  Maybe I am just tired of hearing about it.  The Evening News has dedicated the majority of its broadcast to the Pope situation since Pope Benedict's shocking resignation.  Last night they spent a good 25 minutes talking about seemingly insignificant details.  Everything from how they get the smoke signals to blow the right color smoke, what size red shoe will the new Pope wear, how the cardinals fold their secret ballot, a look down the sidewalk the cardinals will walk to get to the secret voting chamber.  WHO CARES?!?!?!  I'd rather see a debate amongst the contenders.  Can you imagine Martha Raddatz posing questions about birth control and gay rights to a group of Catholic Cardinals?  That would be interesting.

I certainly wish Pope Francis from Argentia the best.  My wish for the Church is that he will be a little more in touch with the issues of this century and more transparent about the scandalous church clergy.

Moving on... 

Praying

 

Now that JW is three years old, he gets to go to Primary at our church.  Primary is where the children go to classes, have teachers, get to participate in the lessons and be big kids.  JW's class is the Sunbeams.

A few weeks ago, the Sunbeams learned about prayer.  I have been practicing praying with JW at night before he goes to bed.  I ask him what he's thankful for and we talk about blessings, then I put his thoughts into a prayer.  Most nights he tells me he does not want to pray because he is too tired and just wants to go to sleep. As if praying is such a chore.  

JW was asked to give the prayer in Primary on Sunday.  His first ever public appearance.  I was a little nervous for him because he never wants to pray and standing in front of several dozen people to pray can be kind of scary, even for me.  Nevertheless, JW stood right up, took a hold of the microphone and (with some assistance) gave the sweetest little prayer a three year old could offer. 

Be still my heart.  

Baby Sister

4 days old

Meet Baby Sister.  Born November 24, 2012

7 lbs 8 oz, 19 inches 

We adore her.

LOVE

Anyone who knows JW knows this comes straight from his little heart.

3:00 A.M.

I spent the first several weeks of Baby Sister's life sleeping in the spare room in the basement.  I didn't want to disturb the Dad's slumber.  He still had to go to work and be functional.

On more than one occassion I would get a middle-of-the-night visit from JW.  He and Baby Sister would be wide awake having the time of their lives.  She would take her sweet time nursing.  He would bounce around the bed singing "No more monkeys jumping on the bed!" All I wanted in life was to go to sleep. It was 3:00 A.M.  

Auntie's House

For the last week of my maternity leave, I decided to take a road trip with my mom and the kids to my sister's house in Arizona.  JW could not stop talking about going to "Auntie's house" and playing on the bounce house.  For several weeks leading up to the trip he was so sad when I would pick him up from preschool and take him home and not to Auntie's house.  We had to delay our trip because of a major snow storm that engulfed our entire state for two days.  This was excrutiating for JW.

Since it takes 12 hours to drive to Auntie's house, we stopped half-way and stayed in a hotel.  JW had a complete meltdown that we were stopping, because the hotel "...is not Auntie's house!!!!"

Finally we arrived.  JW could not get out of the car fast enough.  He ran right in and said, "This is the best day of my life!"

We love Auntie's house.

 The bounce house

 Trucks trucks trucks

Enjoying the sun!

 

Sharing

JW and I had the following conversation the other night while JW was sitting on the couch eating from a bowl of fish crackers:

Mom: Will you share your fish crackers me?

JW: Ok, you can have one.

{JW gives me ONE fish cracker.  I eat it.}

Mom: Can I have another one?

JW: No, Mom.  You can have one now and one after dinner.

Four Weeks and Counting

@ 32 Weeks

Hello blog.  Did I mention I'm having a baby?  Since the last time I checked in here was in July, it does not appear I have made such an announcement to the world.  Indeed, baby sister is only four weeks from expiration.  If I have any say, she'll be here sooner.

This pregnancy has been different than with JW.  Plenty of distractions to help the time fly.  It could have something to do with the fact that I am chasing a two year old constantly.  In fact, I literally chased the two year old through the pumpkin patch last week and pulled an already stretched to the max ligament.  I could barely walk for a week and was sure I had induced labor.  We've been finishing our basement too, a project that is more than 99% done.  Baby sister's room has been a storage unit during the project.  That < 1% that is left to complete, which is always the worst part of any project, has me a little worried that baby sister's room may still be a storage unit when she gets here.  A problem?  Only if that fact that her crib is completely disassembled under a heaping landfill.  Her room is a hoarder's paradise.

JW seems excited to have baby sister join our family.  He likes to talk to her, feel her kick and give her kisses.  We have been reading a cute book, "Julius," about a young mouse named Lilly whose life is changed with a baby brother.  Lilly mostly wants Julius to get lost, but he "stays and stays and stays."  I tell JW that baby sister will stay and stay and stay too.  He seems content with the idea.  We'll see how he really feels when she gets here.  I'm not sure he really understands how his world is about to be rocked.  Honestly, I'm not sure I understand how my world is about to be rocked either.

 

Growing Up

I was hoping to keep JW in his crib until he was at least 12 years old, but once he started attempting to jump out of his crib (and me stressing out that he was going to break his neck), I decided it was time for my baby boy to graduate to a big-boy bed. So tonight we decided to make the transition. JW was pretty excited for the change. 

JW is going to stay in his bed all night, right Universe?