Asher's questions

Asher askes the funniest things at the funniest times. He keeps me laughing, even when he's driving me crazy. Last night I went to check on him before going to bed. He sat up and asked if he could come and sleep in my bed. Because I know we won't be able to do it much longer, I let him come in there.

He was pretty sleepy, just lying there still, every once and a while touching my face or arm. All of the sudden he asked me, "Is baby Jackson still in your tummy?", to which I replied, "yes." Then he said, "Did you not walk him out of you?" I had told him earlier that the reason we were at the mall was to walk Jackson out of there. He's so precious!

Bedtime at our house...always an adventure

Every night it's something, some reason he can't just get in his bed and go to sleep like a normal person.

39 weeks

At this point in my last pregnancy, Asher had been served his eviction notice and was on his way out. At the beginning of this pregnancy, I questioned why I had been so quick to induce, especially since my conditions were so unfavorable. Now that I'm at this point again, I totally remember why! Because I had such a horrible epidural experience last time, I am trying to go naturally, no meds, so I am avoiding a pitocin induction.

This would all be well and good if I had ANY indication that my body was getting ready to go into labor. I have had maybe 2 or 3 contrations, not at the same time, mind you, and no Braxton-Hicks. My cervix is on 20% effaced. I thought the second time around would be soon than the first but I guess not. Please pray that I will continue to hold on and that Jax remains healthy in there, no matter how long he decides to stay :)

Too neurotic for Playmobil

When Asher turned two, we decided we were going to pick a "theme" toy set and add to it at occasions where gifts are given. The theme we chose, after much deliberaion, was Plan City by Plan Toys. This was a wise choice as he loves the city and will play with it for long time all by himself and for hours if one of us is willing to sit in the floor with him. As far as toys go in general, I'm a bit OCD. We have rubbermaid containers for each toy "set" so that it stays together and no pieces get lost. I have been known to go as far as to write on top of the box what the box should contain in Sharpie and will not stop looking until every piece is accounted for. This is not too difficult because I only allow 2 boxes out at a time. This may sound crazy, but we have lost very few toys in Asher's two and a half years.

Anyway, back to Playmobil. Logan decided to go renegade on me this week and bought some Playmobil stuff while he and Asher were at Toys and Co. We had discussed this already and agreed to not start with Playmobil until he was four. They Playmobil sets come with about 20-30 pieces each and are VERY TINY. I can't keep it under control! We are constantly losing a tiny trowel or hat or saw. They are also grey/light brown so the are not easily seen on our carpet. So it takes FOREVER to round up all the little pieces when he plays with it. I do not need this insanity at 9 months pregnant!

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.