Little Kicks: Update

Only July 9th I posted about how Paige was feeling our little man kicking and my futile efforts to try to feel it too. (see here)

Less than 10 days later and I've been able to feel him kicking. Maybe it was because he could tell I was getting frustrated, or he's pretending to be walking along a stream casting dry flies to rising fish...either or.

Last night there was a good kick...one that was undeniably him; not the "yeah, I felt that one...?"

Can't wait to feel him more and more as the days go on!

                  - Papa, out.

The Bump

Mitchell and I were laughing a few days ago looking at the photo of me in the banner of our blog.  Laughing because there is no way I would ever be able to suck my stomach in enough at this point to look that small.  A couple of weeks ago things just ballooned out!

We haven't really posted any bump photos, so here it is.  5 1/2 months...and no - I am NOT carrying multiples!  You can't tell from this photo, but I can't even do the zipper up on my shorts.  Thank God for Bella Bands - seriously! 

I suppose the big exciting update for the week is that our car seat finally arrived.  It came in much earlier than expected and it felt like Christmas morning taking it out of the box! 

Thankfully, no one was around to watch us struggle to get it out of the base.  10 minutes, and a Youtube video later....we DID IT!

                                    ..... and Mitchell looks so darn handsome carrying it around.

Other than our "apricot" car seat, not much else is new.   I'm still craving cottage cheese and orange juice like nobody's business.  Oh, and veggie trays.  Can't get enough veggie trays.  I can't figure out why the vegetables taste better in the tray than if I had just cut them myself.

Oh - and Kali has taken to laying in dirty puddles on her walks now.  What a gem.

             - Mama, out.

Sweet Dreams

I remember when this album came out - and I remember absolutely loving this song. 

I would run to it...study to it...and sleep to it.

All the while, hoping one day I would have a little boy so this could be his lullaby.

And in just a few months, I will.

I will sing quietly, and strum softly.

I will watch his little tummy move up and down - slower, and slower until he is sound asleep - dreaming of all the wonderful things a little boy should dream of.

                 - Mama, out.

Little Kicks

Paige has been feeling the odd kick from the little guy recently.

The other day he started moving again. In anticipation, I stick my hand where he had just recently kicked.

Nothing.

I held my hand there for a good 10 minutes and still nothing.

I ask Paige to sit up and lay back down to try to get him moving.

Nothing again.

I start poking and pushing on her stomach trying to get him to move.

Nothing.

Sometimes when Paige rolls on her side he starts to move. She does that and I stick my hand where he is.

Nothing again.

I talked to him and asked him to start moving and that never worked. My guess is that his hands were over his ears or he was just in there giggling at me trying so hard to feel him.

Sure enough, whenever I moved my hand away he kicked.

Apparently he doesn’t like to cooperate just yet…

              - Papa, out.