Chris= Super Dad/Husband

Ugh. Morning sickness is in full-swing now. I spend a good majority of my day dry-heaving, covering my mouth, and running to the nearest trashcan. It is AWESOME! Coupled with the fact that Wade is getting up 7-12 times a night lately (teeth? needing momma? who knows!), I am a worthless mess of a momma lately. If you were to walk into our laundry room, you would be greeted with a mountain of clothes that is taller than both of my children. SAD. Chris had a 3 day weekend due to the holiday, and bless his heart, he let me sleep in, took care of the kids, got the laundry done, CLEANED MY CLOSET (he let me lay on the couch and then brought piles of clothes to me and made the "keep" and "give away" piles, then bagged the donations up, re-hung the "keep" clothes and put them back into the closet. AND he cleaned the kitchen after dinner. Seriously, what a blessing he is! I am so lucky! My OB gave me a prescription for Zofran at my appointment on Friday, and that is helping with the nausea, but it can only do so much. I basically feel like I have the worst possibly hangover. All Day. Every Day. Except I didn't drink anything (obvi!), and I won't feel better in the morning! And the thought of drinking coffee anymore sends my stomach over the edge. BLECH. At least we will save money on K-Cups and CoffeeMate.

So, to wrap it up: Chris is the best, I feel like poo, my house is now (somewhat) put back together.

Poem

A friend sent me this poem, and I wanted to share.

It's 3 am, they're all asleep

And no one is here to see.

As we rock slowly, back and forth

My baby boy and me.

His little hand is feather light,

Tucked up beneath my chin.

I hold his tiny hand in mine,

And stroke his baby skin.

The house about us creaks and groans,

The clock hands creep around.

He snuggles closer to me still,

And makes his baby sounds.

I love these quiet hours so much,

And cherish every one.

Store memories up inside my heart,

For lonely nights to come.

All too soon, he'll be grown up,

His need for momma gone.

But until then, I still have time

For kisses and for song.

Time for quiet hours like this,

With him cuddled in my arms.

Where I wish he'd always stay,

Protected, safe and warm.

And yet I know the day will come

When his tiny little hand,

Will be bigger than my own,

He'll grow to be a man.

But until then, he's mine to love

With no one here to see.

As we rock slowly, back and forth.

My baby boy and me.

Isn't that so sweet??? It makes you stop and realize that, really, your time with your babies is so fleeting! My good friend Ursula (who is one of the most amazing mommas I know, and I can only hope that I do half as good a job being a mom as she does!) reminds me all of the time to "cherish every minute." And while I am not exactly jumping for joy when Wade is up for the 4th time by 10 pm, I know that this special time cannot be replaced or relived. With that said! Let's hope that Tylenol/Orajel prove to be a magic potion tonight! My kids are notoriously slow teethers, and at almost 13 months old, Wade has 4 teeth. And he hasn't gotten any new teeth for 7 MONTHS! I am certain that he is working on his molars, I can feel them on the bottom gums. Poor baby! He was so grossed out by the orajel, that face he made was stinkin' priceless. "WTH is this &$!*, momma??" But hopefully it will give him some relief until the tylenol kicks in.

My New Invention...

...patent pending, so don't steal my idea. I am going to put one of these bad boys at every entrance to our neighborhood. But it will be below the concrete, so you can't see it. "But Jen, what would the purpose of that be?" Glad you asked. If you are driving, attempting to get into our neighborhood, and your car is over a certain amount of decibles (basically, any of our cab-driver neighbor's cars, motorcycles, trash trucks, UPS, FedEx, etc), and it is between the hours of 8pm-8am, and 1-3 pm, the spikes will pop up and pop your tires, thus making you unable to drive your loud-ass car past my house and wake up my kids. You have been warned.

Happy Birthday, Wade!!

This post will be sans photos, because I have none on my laptop. I will upload some later! Without further ado...

Dear, Wade (aka- Wadey, Wadey-poo, Wadey William, Sugar Booger, Bubba, Monkey, so on, and so forth)

I can not believe that you have already been in our lives for an entire year! How in the world did that happen?? I remember the day you were born as if it were yesterday. Daddy and I were up at 3:30 am, so we would be on time for our 5:00 am induction. I was incredibly nervous about labor/delivery (you can thank your big brother for that...) and was even more nervous that I wasn't going to love you as much as I love Owen. (I know that sounds horrific, I am aware!!) But as soon as I saw your sweet little face and heard your (incredibly loud, intense, and piercing) cry, my heart doubled in size, and I suddenly, somehow had enough room in there to love you JUST AS MUCH as I love Owen. It was amazing how immediate it was! I was relieved. :o) You came out with a head-full of black hair, it was so cute! And Owen was very proud to show you off to all of the visitors. He loves you so much!!! Then we took you home a couple of days later, and you rocked our world!

The 2nd day that we were home, you began crying nonstop.all.of.the.time.24.hours.a.day. You were a colicky mess, who had bad acid reflux to boot! We were at the dr with you countless times. I spent so many hours just holding and bouncing you. I remember trying to bounce/rock you to sleep when you were little, and it would never fail that as soon as you fell asleep, my ankle would pop and you would wake up screaming, and I would have to start the entire process over! I have no idea how we made it through those first 4 months!! But we did! And you would never know that you were such a fussy baby. You are the happiest, sweetest, orneriest, craziest little guy!! Here are some things I always want to remember about you being 1.

You eat everything. You out-eat Owen and every meal. I am terrified to see how much you will eat as a teenager. The only food you don't like would be cereal bars and bananas. You love Hot Wheels, and are constantly playing at the hot wheel table, making "vrooooooooom" sounds. You love to play in the trampoline, and you think it is SO funny when Owen bounces you. You have developed a love of toy guns (thanks to big bro) and if you pick one up, you go "BOOM BOOM!" Pretty funny! You sleep snuggled up on your belly with a small teddy and a blanket. You wear 18-month clothing, and size 4 diapers. You say the following words/sounds: Momma, Dadda, bubu (for Owen), Oh ya, wow, ball, vroooooom (when playing with, or seeing a car), more, dee (drink), nack (snack), and you can make the pig and monkey sounds. You learned the monkey sound because the shampoo that we use for you and O has a monkey on it, so when we are washing your hair we make monkey sounds. :o) You started blowing kisses last week and it is pretty dang precious. You aren't walking yet (hallelujah!) but you are crawling and cruising, so it won't be long. You like to ride your new trike (it has a harness so you can't fall off!) behind Owen, and you laugh at brother while he is riding. You are a roughian, that is for sure!! When we read books, you slam the pages instead of turning them, which horrifies your brother who is much more careful. You like to play hard, and you just have this look like, "I am going to be suuuuuch a stinker!" I forsee many calls from school in your future. ;) You have definitely added another dose of comic relief in our family! You love to dance, and anytime you hear music you start shaking that little booty! There is so much more I could say, but you are waking up from your nap so I should probably hop off here and go get you. :o)