Time Flies When You Are Having Fun

I suppose at this age, time flies regardless of whether or not you are having fun.

So I warned folks that it may not be very often when I blog. I feel like I always have a list of things I would like to blog about in my head but I'm never in a place where I can sit down and get on the computer to write it down.

Anyway, since my last post, we had Dylan and he is now 2 months old. I cannot believe how fast it goes. In the past 8 weeks, we have had Tim's parents and my oldest sister come to visit. They were wonderful visits (and such a great help!) and now seem a distant memory. We have now settled in to life with two kids and I am fully and completely outnumbered and loving it. Tim has returned to his travel routine and I have managed ok with the two boys but I sure do have a great appreciation for single parents who have to go it alone all the time. I have gotten the opportunity to spend some great time with friends during the day and look forward to more time before I go back to work.

Brendan is a great helper and loves his little brother; and Dylan, even at such a young age, seems to save the biggest smiles for his big brother. Brendan is really enjoying Christmas this year and it amazes me how quickly he picks up and memorizes Christmas carols. I can't wait to see what he does when presents go under the tree and when he gets to open them Christmas morning. Dylan had his 2 month check up today and is growing well. He is smiling and interacting with us more and more every day. I also can't complain about how well he sleeps. We are down to a "wake up call" at 4:00 and that is about it. We are so blessed!

The Christmas season is in full swing and I thought since I wasn't working, I would have an abundance of time to get all the things done I needed to do. Not so. I am further behind on our Christmas cards (maybe a New Year card at this point) and I came to the realization that I am behind on the gift shopping. Oh well - it has been a great couple of months and all will get done. It is amazing how busy I am - I'm not sure when I get all this stuff done when I'm at work. However, despite all the hustle and bustle, I have to remind myself to take a step back and remember what this season really is about and sharing with my boys that God gave us greatest gift of all in Jesus.

Until next time...(hopefully not 2 months from now)

All Grown Up

Yesterday I took Brendan to get his flu shot. This was a last minute plan because when I called the pediatrician they said they couldn't get us in until October 15. Fortunately, my mention of delivering our second child on the 13th caused the scheduler to offer a spot for that afternoon. So, I called Brendan and told him I was going to pick him up early to take him to the doctor to get a shot that will hopefully help him not get sick this winter. His response: "but Mama, I don't like shots". We were able to talk it through and he agreed to go (the conversation involved a treat in the end). You might be wondering why I would tell my 3-year-old son that I am going to take him somewhere to give him a shot. Well, I opted for the other method last year when we went to get his flu shot and didn't say anything until the time came and the look of betrayal on his face that followed the shot was something I didn't care to see again. I decided he was smart enough to understand what was going on.

We get in to the room, the nurse cleans his arm (first arm shot, by the way) and the kid is staring at her every move. I didn't want him to see the huge needle that was about to go in to his arm so opted to pull out the Tootsie Pop I had bought for him and stuck it in his mouth. I am happy to report that Brendan did not so much as shed a tear. He let out a little whimper and then went about his business and gave me a pained smile at the end. What a big boy!!! Here is the picture we took after to send to Daddy (who is working in Texas this week). I guess this is all just part of growing up.

Depth Perception

The other day, Brendan and I were driving home from daycare and we were going through the normal drill: how was your day? what did you play? did you listen to T (T is the woman who takes care of Brendan)? did you eat lunch? what did you eat? As he went through the list of things he ate, he told me that when I was a big girl, I would be able to eat the things he ate as well. The rest of the conversation went like this:

Brendan: Mama, when you are a big girl, you will be able to eat circle crackers (Ritz crackers) and ham

MB: When I'm a big girl? I'm not a big girl now?

Brendan: No........ You are humongous.

(note: at this point I'm thinking, awwww he probably doesn't understand that humongous is really LARGER than big so I dig deeper)

MB: I'm humongous? What do I need to do to get to be a big girl?

Brendan: You need to grow smaller.

(so much for me thinking that he doesn't understand sizes)

MB: So when I grow smaller, I will be able to eat what you eat?

Brendan: Yes, you need to get smaller like baby Dylan and then grow in to a big girl and then you can have circle crackers and ham.

Plain and simple. Now, fortunately, I'm secure enough to know that my son was not insulting me, he was just simply stating the facts. To him, I'm humongous. Hopefully after the baby is born, he will think a little different - or maybe he just thinks I'm tall. Probably not. :)

I'm Blogging?

For a couple of years, I have considered blogging but then I think "who would want to read my blog". Well, I can bet there are at least a couple of family members who would read it, and then with the way that Facebook has taken off, I have managed to connect with a lots of friends over the country that might check in from time to time. There even might be a few people I see on a regular basis that might check in occasionally. So, here I go.

First, to address the title of the blog. This describes my household. Although, since at this moment the statement is not entirely true, I thought I would explain it. The only accurate part of the statement is that one of the males in the house is a man and, in fact, there are currently only two males outside that are actually functioning "on their own". (I put that in quotations because, well let's face it, where would they be without me?) The third is yet to arrive (coming soon to a hospital near you - October 13). And as for the "little lady" - that's me. Actually, at this time I am not exactly sure being 36 weeks pregnant is what you would call little and while I am certainly a girl, I'm sure there are a few folks out there who would debate whether or not I'm a "lady". Nevertheless, I thought it was a catchy title. Unfortunately, the URL was not available but I think the URL better describes the point of the blog - MY LIFE IN A HOUSE FULL OF BOYS.

I'm sure my topics will expand beyond my life with the boys but I thought this would be an amusing way to share some of my thoughts. I have no idea how frequent the posting will be and you will have to bear with me as I figure this thing out, but for now - enjoy.