Sloppy Breakups Are Always The Best

This time of year in Fairbanks is referred to as "breakup" - when the snow starts to melt and the ground becomes a slushy sloppy mess. It sucks for keeping your car clean but is awesome for boys with mudboots and trucks.

8 More Days

I had an OB check up yesterday, the first one since our ultrasound to "date the baby", and despite what Wes & I were told at the ultrasound, the doctor has our due date as October 10. Ugh. I am so frustrated. Not that 8 days is really that much of a difference when it's all an educated guess anyway, but still. I have had October 2 in my head for a month now and as far as I'm concerned, that's the due date.

But no, now I have to "redo" my 17th week. It's almost like having to repeat a grade in school (not that I really know what that would be like but just stay with me). You did it once, you thought you wouldn't have to again, but then someone tells you to go back and start over. Seventh grade again? Not cool.

And because I am a week behind what I thought, now I have to wait 4 weeks until my next appointment before getting the referral for the big ultrasound. Again, not cool. I was really banking on getting the referral yesterday and hopefully finding out the sex of the baby in a week or 2. Now I have to wait a good 5 more weeks to do so and I'm not happy about it.

But I really should shut my mouth; I have nothing to complain about. I am happy everything checked out yesterday. The baby's heart rate was strong, my blood pressure and weight on track, and all labs have been negative thus far. The baby appears healthy and he/she will decide whether Oct 2 or 10 is the right day, not the doctor.

I Just Ate A Day's Worth of Calories In One Meal

Carl's Jr Original 6 Dollar Burger - 890 calories (with the mayo and cheese)
Small Diet Dr. Pepper - 0 calories
2 mini Reece's Pnut Butter Cups - 88 calories

How disgusting is that?! I may be pregnant but I don't need to get fat, too. But it sure was good. Then and still. I am burping it up like no other. Bring on the Tums and the aerobics, or just some more Reece's and a nap.

3 Year Old Hugs Rival WWF Smackdown

I finally FINALLY got some pics of the boys together tonight for the first time in months. Bo is usually the uncooperative one, but tonight he was all game. A little too game, but game.

My new favorite pic

Poor Sam. He's such a trooper. Bo was so into the pictures and hugging him that Bo down right smothered him at times and Sam just took it like a champ.

I keep telling Bo that one day Sam will be bigger than him so he better watch out but that doesn't seem to stop him. Boys will be boys.

Quick Updates

Blackberry mess

1. Sam is doing much better sleeping through the night. About once a week he'll wake up crying in the middle of the night, but other than that he goes down around 7:30 or 8:00pm and sleeps until 6:00ish. I can tell he's not done sleeping, though, so I give him a bottle and more often than not he goes back to sleep until 7:30 or 8:00am. It's been really nice (especially since Bo didn't sleep through the night until he was almost 2 and still to this day, wakes up more nights than he doesn't) but now I need to break him of the 6:00am feeding because by golly I don't want to get up that early. 2. Bo has finally stopped constantly whining for a binky. Actually I don't think he has mentioned it at all in a few days. YAY!! But he is still fighting sleep and throwing temper tantrums every time he has to take a nap or go to bed. It's really frustrating and all started when we took his binky away.

Last night he was in bed by 9:00pm but up until after 11:00pm. At one point Wes & I were in bed watching tv when we noticed the living room light was one (no idea for how long). When we went in there, Bo was on the floor playing quietly with his race track. The kid hates to sleep and he by no means got this from me. I am not a night person at all. Thanks, Wes.

Showing us how fast he is

Happy Easter

We had a great day.

The boys opened their baskets from the Easter Bunny (and Grandma & Grandpa)

and ate way too much candy.

Bo also hunted eggs (both inside and out). He absolutely loved it. He was running around from egg to egg screaming with excitement. It was hilarious. He even dropped one of the eggs he was trying to get off the bbq grill and said, "do over" and put it back on the grill to grab again. So cute.We also didn't plan very well. He found way more eggs than would fit in his basket so he decided to upgrade to his fishing net. Smart Kid. And to round out the day, we had a fantastic ham for dinner and Bo even took a nap in the camper. It was a great day. Happy Easter.

Free At Last

Break out the champagne. We have been binky free for 10 days now. 10 days! And I say "we" because it truly is a family affair.

Last Monday (March 30) Bo walked into the kitchen with one in his mouth and one in each hand. I have no idea where he found them all but I was annoyed. I cut the one in his mouth right then and there and told him to go put the other 2 away in his bed for safe keeping or they would get cut too. Mean Mama.

Not even an hour later they were back, and true to my word, I again, cut the one that was in his mouth. Then what did he do but stand right there in front of me and stick the other one in his mouth. Ugh. The little turd.

But not really ready to deal with no binkies at all, I told him that it was his last one and he should go put it in his bed or I would cut it. He looked up at me and caught me completely off guard. In the most sassy of sassy voices said, "Fine, cut it, mommy, cut it!" Like he can threaten me. So I popped that green thing out of his mouth and cut it.

His entire body slumped as he let out the saddest mopey whine followed by, " I don't want my binkies cut." And that was that. The 3 year binky confinement had come to and end. Well . . . sort of.

It has been a rough 10 days but not as rough as I honestly thought it would be. We have had a few malicious retaliations of Bo peeing on the carpet which he explains with, "because I'm mad you cut my binkies." And many late bed times because he just won't relax enough to fall asleep despite me laying with him and rubbing his head. And many mornings of long bouts of crying which by the way seem to be the worst time of day for him binky-free (totally opposite of what I would have expected). And endless endless comments of "I don't want my binkies cut" and "let's go buy some more at the store" and "I'm sad you cut my binkies" and occasions where he won't play with me because he's mad I cut his binkies. And "I want hot milk and binkies but you cut my binkies." But overall, it hasn't been too terrible. Really.

Although I have not caved, there have been a few times when I really wanted to give him one just for a few minutes. Just for a few sucks. Just to see him relaxed and happy. Not because he's crying and I want to shut him up, but because I know how much he genuinely loves his binky and he's crushed. So pathetic and sad. I feel like I stole his favorite blanky or coolest tonka truck but then again he's not attached to anything other than his binky so that metaphor doesn't work, but you get my point. He misses it terribly and I hope he forgets about it soon. He remembers EVERYTHING and I'm afraid he will be making binky comments forever (and that would just down right suck).

Spring Is Here

The sun is shining and the days are getting longer, but more importantly, the weather is getting warmer and the snow is starting to melt. Finally. All the perfect makings for great sledding and outdoor fun.

First Haircut

I gave Sam his first haircut yesterday. I first tried sitting him on the bathroom counter in front of the mirror but he ended up wedging himself in the sink and playing with the water. It worked wonderfully. He was entertained and could not wiggle. Genius.

From baby . . .

To little man . . .

Sleep Re-Training

Sam was doing really well sleeping through the night for about a week before he got sick and it was wonderful. It took about a week and a half prior to that of letting him cry during the night to get to that point (which was hard, but worth it). Then when he got sick and didn't eat solid food a week and was one huge snot ball, I felt I had to feed him during the night or he might get dehydrated or starve or get more sick (just go with me on this one) or depressed from lack of comfort or hell, I don't know, I just felt like it was the motherly thing to do.

So now, he's feeling better and I am again sitting up in the middle of the night listening to him scream his head off. Do we really have to go through this all over again? And was I wrong for regressing to night time feedings while he was sick? Surely not, huh? I just hope he catches on quicker this time around. He's bound to remember, right? Right?!