I'm afraid I can't eat perch, Mommy.

When discussing what we were having for lunch (meaning dinner) this afternoon, I told Asher that we were eating perch. He, of course, wanted to know what perch was, and I reluctantly told him that it was a kind of fish. Asher has recently connected that the fish we see in the water are in fact the same fish that we eat for dinner. For a two year old, this is inconceivable, why would we eat the poor fish? So the child that has eaten fish his entire life has suddenly gone on a fish strike. Which would be fine if he would consistently eat chicken or beef, but he won't.

So he replies to me, "I'm afraid I can't eat perch, Mommy.", and I just left it there. We usually eat at 6:00 but tonight I stretched it to 7:00 so that everyone was ravenous. Guess who ate three pieces of fish? When you're hungry enough, your convictions go right out the window. He did try to get some reassurance from me, "I love fish, just not fish that swim in the water. Did this fish not swim in the water?" I just very quickly changed the subject.

Just waiting

Wow, my blogging has gotten really slack. We are in the final days of this pregnancy and I'm really feeling it...with every part of my body. I've developed carpal tunnel syndrome this time around, and it makes it difficult to do, well, everything. I have trouble typing, knitting, cleaning, opening sippy cups, etc. My midwife assures me it will go away within a few weeks of giving birth, and I honestly can't wait to be "fully functioning" again.

We have had a very uneventful summer. We go to the pool almost every day so Asher has become quite a little fish. So much so that I am having frequent nightmares about him drowning. He can swim under the water, sort of, so that gives him a false sense of confidence. This confidence makes him do stupid things like jump off into the deep end with no one there to catch him each and every time we go to the pool. Let me tell you, we keep the lifeguards hopping. Today one of them asked me if I knew what I was having and when I said another boy, she actually said, "oh, no!". Not sure how to take that...

In case you're wondering where I am...

it's purgatory, otherwise known as album design.  It's not quite hell, but it's pretty darn close.  It requires me to spend each evening from 8-11 designing the layouts for all the wedding albums from last season so Logan can get caught up.  I am up to the first week in July, so that leaves me about 19 more to do.  So I should get some free time in about November.  

Had my ultrasound today...

and it's a boy!  Everything looked perfectly healthy, including the nuchal fold, which always freaks me out.  Even though I am still not really showing (just getting fatter), he is measuring a week ahead, just like Asher.  So I'm probably going to have another 9-10 pounder.  We are so thankful and excited that everything is progressing so well, and just praise God for this miracle!

Snow day

Okay, so I didn't take or edit these, as you can probably tell, but that is one of the beautiful things about marriage, what's mine is his and what's his is mine.

Asher's thoughts on the new baby

This was a conversation we had in the car yesterday:

Me:  Do you want a baby Jackson or a baby Piper?

A:  We don't need two, we just need one.

Me:  I know, so which do you want, the baby Jackson or the baby Piper?

A:  We don't need two, we just need one.

Me:  Okay, so do you want a baby brother or a baby sister?

A:  Mommy, we just need one.

Me:  So which one do we need?

A:  Asher!

He knew exactly what he wanted to whole time, I was the dense one who couldn't get it.

Confessions of shopping with a two-year-old

Confession #1:  I let him play in the play area at Once Upon a Child unsupervised.  I made sure the lady behind the counter knew who he belonged to, then I went to the clothing section where I could only *sort of* see him.  

Confession #2:  I led said two-year-old to believe we were going shopping for a new 'tato head.  I looked for the potato head for a total of three seconds before giving up.  We need a new 'tato head like we need a hole in the head.

Confession #3:  We were out of clean underwear so I made him wear a diaper.  It was bulky cloth so I made him try on the clothes sans undergarments of any sort.  

Confession #4:  When I took the diaper off, his face went blank and he said "I need to pee".  I quickly peeked out the door of the dressing room to see if I could find a potty, no luck.  So I picked up the diaper and made him pee onto it.  He was not impressed.  "It will be dinky (stinky)", he said.

Confession #5:  I picked out a shirt that looked like the neck was pretty small (remember the two-year-old has a head circumference in the 100th percentile) and though it took 30 seconds, I forced it over his big head.  He cried!  I felt so horrible that I almost cried.  All for a shirt that didn't even fit.

The funniest thing about the whole shopping experience was the conversation that proceeded the trying on. 

Me:  We need to buy some clothes for you.

Asher:  I don't need any cose; I alweady have all my cose.

Me:  You don't have any summer clothes, that's what we're looking for.

Asher:  I have a hat, a bucket hat.  And lots of warm hats.

Me:  Well, yes, that's true.

In his mind, the bucket hat we bought for summer was his summer wardrobe, along with his winter hats, of course.  Actually, as much as this child likes to be naked, that is probably truer than I'd like to believe.