Thursday, April 21, 2011

Understanding a three year old

This is Lyon, he is 3.

He is my middle child.
When my new baby is born I figure there will no longer be a middle child,
nice :D

For now Lyon is my favorite middle child.
He makes me laugh all of the time.

In the last week he has told me several times that he has another family.
His other dad is named "Stupid"
His other baby is named "Cute"
His other mom is named "Rose"
He never mentions another brother so I guess he must not have one in his "other family".

I don't know where this came from, this other family, but it is funny to hear him talk about them.
Especially the fact that days can go past without him talking about them, but when he starts talking about them again nothing changes.
He uses all of the same names and details.
It really shouldn't surprise me that he remembers, but it does.

One of the things I love most about Lyon is his expressive eyes.
He has got these big brown eyes, when he talks they get really wide and serious.
When he laughs or smiles or is being silly they squint into crescent moons.

Lyon loves to sneak my camera and take pictures.
I'm always finding random pictures that he has taken on my camera.
He loves to have me take a picture of him doing something silly and then he wants me to show it to him.

Lyon loves Scooby-doo.
Watching that show with all the monsters makes for one frightened child at night,
and yet its all he wants to watch.

Lyon is very passionate.
When he needs attention he goes out of his way to get it from you.
Though he is often misunderstood and ends up in time out.
It often takes me a while to figure out what it is he needs, 
but eventually I come around and he gets that attention he needs particularly from his Daddy.

I have found that being the middle child is tough, as far as getting attention goes.
Bear gets tons of attention due to him being the only child in our family in school.
Fenix gets tons of attention because she is potty training, 
and being so little and mobile she requires constant supervision.
So then there is poor little Lyon.
He isn't in school.
He isn't so little that I have to watch him always.
(unless he is out front)
He isn't involved in any programs at the moment since swimming ended.

So its up to me and Superman to make sure he gets enough attention.
It's not hard or anything.
The kid is cute and funny.
He is more than worth our time and attention.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The answer is an honest yes :)

Yes I am pregnant. 
 Due in November actually.

I know what some of you are thinking,
 I thought you said you were done having kids. 
 Well apparently not, lol! 
 This was NOT an accidental or surprise pregnancy. 
 Superman and I made a mutual decision, or rather I told him and he said okay. 
Well there is more to it than just that.
Here's the story:

For the last several months I'd be out and about with my kids and as they'd wander, 
I'd look about for them,
 catch them with my eyes and count them off one by one.

It happened every time.
Where is the other one?

And then I'd realize that I didn't have another one.
I'd shrug it off figuring that it was only because I got used to having extra kids back when I used to babysit.
Though that was several years ago.....

Anyway I ignored those feelings of missing one child.
Then I was overcome with thoughts of names for another child and birth dates.
Shrugging those off too.
Silly Rose you don't need to have any more children.
So I told myself over and over.

I became adamant about not having more when the thoughts came more frequently.
Maybe I was going crazy, who knows.

And then one day I decided,
Okay I'll give it one try, just one.
I didn't want to.

I didn't want to be pregnant again.
Just the thought of nursing again makes me want to cry.

Once the decision was made,
the overwhelming thoughts stopped.
I didn't look for my other child anymore.

There was only one thing left to do.
Convince Superman to try for one more baby.

Superman has been happy, settled, done.
He had no urges for more children.
At least as far as I know.
He said all the time that our family is complete.

So I gathered my wits and told him,
"Phil we are going to try for another baby, just once."

I am not sure what he thought about that.
He told me we'd need to talk about it some more.
I told him the above story and somehow, miraculously he agreed to help me out, lol!

I was still really worried about the whole thing.
I know it was Heavenly Father hinting to me that I needed to have another.
But with my history of not getting pregnant very easily I was pretty sure that I wouldn't end up pregnant.

I thought I'd get away with it too.
But Heavenly Father knows better than me doesn't he.

Superman and I tried once (okay twice) but with-in the same 24 hours.
So I think that counts as once.

Just once.

I didn't do anything to make getting pregnant easy.
I wasn't taking a pre natal vitamin.
I didn't elevate my feet.
I was drinking a lot of caffeine, lol!
I didn't try at all other than the one and only action.

Weeks past.
I was nervous, apprehensive, wide eyed and worried.
I was sure I wasn't pregnant, but then again.....

Finally the day arrived that would tell me what I wanted to know.

I took a pregnancy test and sure enough.

I didn't know what to think.
I was a little bit shocked.
Though I shouldn't have been.
Superman said he wasn't the least bit surprised.

Go figure, we are both happy.
Now we've just got to come up with a name.....

Friday, April 1, 2011

And Lyon says...


I have no idea what or who he was saying that to, but it was funny to hear.

Are ya'all ready for this?

I've gotten rid of all the baby stuff.
The crib.
The car seat.
Any and all baby clothes.
Most of the blankets.
The high chair.
The burp cloths.
The diaper changing station.
The baby toys.
The bottles.
The breast pump.
The maternity clothes.

There is only one thing left to do.
More or less anyway, lol!

Yep, decisions have to be made:
Tubes tied,
snip snip,
Decisions, decisions, decisions.....

Then again it looks like these are decisions that'll have to wait....
For nine more months....
More or less

*mean while it looks like we've got a whole lot of shopping to do*