Life Changes

So my mom says I need to do more blogging, because I always tell her the random things the kids do, but never get it written down. I've already forgotten all but one of the stories I was supposed to blog about. I guess I'll just share the one.

A couple weeks ago Gabriel and I were cuddling on the couch, he needed to chill out before Mommy was committed. He was holding his "baby" aka a little blue elephant he hauls everywhere and his "sister" aka the little lion with a mane he got for his last birthday. His "sister" was introduced to the family when he finally accepted that #3 was in fact going to be a boy. We were sitting there and he looked up at me so seriously and said, "Mommy my sister needs to nurse." I told him to go ahead and nurse her. He looked back at me pretty indignantly and said, "I'm a boy, yooouuu have to nurse her." So he held her up to my shirt (yes she can nurse through clothes) for a good 20 minutes before she got full. Funny boy he hasn't seen me nurse for nearly 2 years now, but it must have made quite an impression on him.

About that #3...I'm now at 35 weeks. That means in two weeks I'll begin my labor dance. We have NO name. We're lousy namers and have given up on even trying to talk about names before we can see what they look like. My brother and sister-in-law call him Baby 'G'. I really, really want to avoid another 'G' name, but I thought baby 'G' was super cute. This has been a crazy painful pregnancy; my hips and legs and well everything have hurt the whole time. Movement is really more than I can make myself do most of the time. According to the old wives tale, with the amount of heartburn I've had lately this kid better have a TON of hair when he's born. I've been sick for most of it, there were a very few weeks in the middle that I wasn't puking or about to puke. That just gets annoying and makes me cranky. Yeah nausea cranky on top of two destructo machines, on top of I can't bend over or eat more than 2 bites, on top of I'm still trying to get settled into the house we moved into almost 7 years ago, not such a good combo.

I have to give a little brag time to Stephen, I am the luckiest wife ever. He's willing to help with kids and housework, and even go shopping. He now has an extensive collection of pictures of me sleeping in random places. I guess as long as he doesn't wake me up he can take all the pictures he wants. He was even able to keep the kids quiet enough one day to let me sleep till 10 am. This was quite a feat because the only time the boys are quiet is when they are sick. I was happy to see that I still have the ability to sleep that long. Sometimes I get so excited to think that some day they'll be teenagers and we can all sleep in all morning. :-D

Lastly, the big 3-0 hit this week. It was a little hard. It's one thing to feel old, but still be able to say you're in your 20's; but now I just feel old... Next year I'll be that old lady standing in the hall at school to pick up my kindergartner. What a strange new stage of life I'm entering. We had a family dinner at my mom's house. Gabriel and Garrett helped Papa wrap my gift. They were sooo excited about my surprise that they got to help Papa with. I was excited to open it and see that it was some more of the shelfreliance can rotators. Costco had them for cheaper than buying online. Woo-hoo!! When we got home that night I found a yummy surprise waiting for me at the door from a sweet friend. Stephen saw it and said, "Ahhhh, look somebody likes you." He's such a romantic. What a fun surprise! Gabriel thought it was "so cool dude". We're not sure where he picked up dude from, but he uses it in his sentences correctly so we'll just let it go.