I just had to share some of the pictures I snapped on today's field trip. And I'll throw in a few little stories from the last few days that are completely unrelated to the pictures.
Patch is definitely Daddy's Big Boy and he has been missing Paul quite a bit. First he started to insist that his name was Paul... and then he showed me a little stuffed dog he's been hauling around the house. It's a basset hound and he hasn't been able to sleep without it. Yesterday he announced that the dog's name is Paul... I'm pretty sure that before Paul arrives in California (after the bar) to spend a few days with us Patch will have given every single toy in the house his name.
This morning I was making oatmeal for Maggie on the stove top. She kept trying to climb up next to me, with the goal of laying across the stove to watch what I was doing. When I said "No, no, the stove is hot! Hot stove!" She took her hand, touched the very edge of the stove (at the corner furthest away from where I was cooking), looked me in the eye and said "Not hot!" in a perfectly clear little voice.
Today Patch was whining and I asked him what it was that he wanted and he stopped, thought for a minute and said "brother."
He is impatiently waiting the arrival of another member of the family who does not think that mermaids and princesses are the ideal topics for constant conversation.
Patch's name for the new baby is Bubble. He came up with the name after spending hours looking through the pregnancy books in the house. After repeatedly pointing out that all the babies in the books are in "bubbles" he began referring to my bump as "Bubble" or "Brother" depending on his mood.
Sadie thinks that we should honor Patch's wishes and officially use "Bubble" as the baby's name...
Although she still spends time wishing the baby were a) a girl and that we would b) use her name of choice which is Bibiana.
Instead just about every doll that comes through the front door of our house gets that name.
When Patch finishes a meal he shouts "Done! Done! All done!"
And then I have to be quick enough to get the plate away from him because he'll start making grand sweeping gestures that inevitably cause his plate to clatter to the floor.
Accidentally of course.
Maggie still cannot be convinced that playing outside when it's over 100 degrees is a good idea, even if baby pools and popsicles are involved.
In fact, I'm now convinced that the only reason she lobbies to go outside all day every day in the house in Michigan is because we don't have central air.
Her love of the air conditioner in Nani and Grumpa's house is pretty much unmatched... however she was enthusiastic about riding in the air conditioned car to go to the museum today... and even agreed to play outside for a while.
One of the first things Maggie needed to make clear to Nani and Grumpa upon arriving in California was that she in fact a mermaid. She took her little hand, tapped her chest and said "Mermaid. Mer-maid!" in a very serious little voice.
Mermaids are very, very serious business around here. She wouldn't want anyone to think that she was just a princess like her big sister always insists that she herself in fact is.
For someone who is prone to have a meltdown of epic proportions if a single drop of water touches a non swim-suit shirt, Mae did admirably well today and didn't shed a single tear over being soaked after playing in the water portion of the museum.
Maybe having a mermaid on her shirt helped:
Yes, the bump really is that big. At 28 weeks. Because this baby would really, really, really like to be the biggest baby we've welcomed so far. And to do that he's going to have to clear around 9 and a half pounds.
While having a transverse baby is an odd feeling, this little guy seems to prefer being breach most of the time at the moment and the feeling of a little head under my rib cage is just odd. And not particularly comfortable. I wouldn't mind being a teeny tiny bit taller. 5'5" just isn't cutting it right now.
Now to get some sleep! My body hasn't quite been convinced to accept the fact that we're in the pacific time zone... which may have something to do with the fact that Mae has yet to sleep in past 4:30!
Maggie looks very engaged in the pictures!ReplyDelete
What books do you use/have you used that helped the kids understand a new baby is on the way? My son was only 14 months when my daughter came along so he doesn't remember when I was pregnant. He'll be three when our new baby arrives though and I'm looking for things to help him understand. And really I just want my little ones to be excited about the new sibling coming. I'd love an advice.ReplyDelete