Weeks ago, we visited the Great Pumpkin Patch in Hayden, AL with some fellow ortho-resident families. It was a gorgeous day, but a little, no a lot, chilly. And Ben wasn't actually in a very pumpkin-patchy kind of mood. But we made the most of it!
Family pic on the hayride! (Ben's bitter about not having sunglasses.)
Picking out the perfect pumpkin
Got his pack mule on the job!
"Yah, yah, Daddy!"
Appeasing Mommy with a (fake) smile
Now, on to the fun part - a tractor!
"Let's get this baby in gear!"
Fortunately, he did not succeed in that. There were other photo opps galore, but as I mentioned, Ben wasn't really into it. But he and I both had a nice little snooze on the way home!
Ah, poor number two. It happens so quickly. No pregnancy book to record my cravings, mood swings and musings about bringing a life into the world. This baby's already had more caffeine and feta cheese than Ben did by the time he was 3 months old. And forget the sleeping-left-side-only business, I'm enjoying every second of lying on my back. Poor number two.
BUT he/she does have one thing Ben did not - a blog! So I'll record the milestones of our little journey together here. So first, off - here's the bump. Yup, there it is. Seems like this has been the week of the "pop" - for comparison's sake, I'm about 4 weeks ahead of the last pregnancy. In fact, after getting looked up and down at the office, I was told I'm "gonna be big. Real big." I fear that might be accurate: I've gained three pounds in a month. I'll have to check that detailed preg book of mine, but I don't think I'd had such substantial growth at this point last time.
Also, I learned that baby's heartrate is 150. So let's start with the old wives' tales, shall we? This heartrate indicates a girl. But my non-morning sickness indicates a boy. This list goes on and on, back and forth like that. So I guess we'll just have to wait and see...on December 10!
To sum up the last four months, I'd say this has been an extremely easy pregnancy. I actually have been more symptomatic now that I'm in the 2nd trimester than the first. My doctor said that since my 1st trimester was so easy, the symptoms I'm feeling now that my uterus is growing by leaps and bounds are just more apparent. Bottom line is that everything is perfectly normal, and Tyler and I are so looking forward to adding this little Spud to our family!
A couple of weekends ago, my parents decided, during a skype chat with Ben, that they needed to see the real thing, so they hung up and drove to Birmingham! The weather was beautiful (a rarity when they come to town), and we just had a really fun visit. So glad they're close enough to be able to make that quick trip, and really wish the same were true for Tyler's parents. But we'll see our Northern family in just a few short weeks!
If I could boil our weekend down to one central theme, it would definitely be bikes. Well, bikes and eating. The latter, I'd expect, as that's just what we like to do, but the first is a new theme for our family that really just spans the generations.
While walking around Homewood Village, Ben spotted, and felt a magnetic pull towards the tricycles outside the toy store.
"Well, I can't see over my cheeks, but otherwise, it's awesome!"
"And I don't know what this is, but I'm feeling pretty tough on it."
That evening, we headed for the one place Tyler and I are always confident Ben will fill his tummy... a Mexican restaurant.
No captions, just lots of shoveling, chewing and slurping.
Mom made a sweet little jacket for Ben, but we noticed that when the hood is up and his jeans are baggy, he turns a little ghetto fabulous!
"Yo, yo! I gots my chair cover, and I'm ready to bounce!" (oh, and he also sat in his juice, explaining the juicy bottom)
The next morning, "Pampa" (Grandpa) and Ben talked bikes,
and then we went to see bikes. My father became a sudden, and unexpected, Harley Davidson enthusiast a year ago, and enjoys a visit to the HD dealer on most trips to Birmingham. I have to say though, I'm not sure who had more fun, my dad or Ben, who attempted to touch every motorcycle on the floor.
Anyone with Photoshop access want to take a shot at putting this picture into a pumpkin-patch background for me?!
Conveniently, a Cracker Barrel happens to be right next door to the dealership, so got them nice and full for their three-hour drive home!
Making good use of the wait at CB.
If you feed your child tofu and carrots, just look away. (for the record though, he basically just licked the ketchup off the fries)
Getting sleepy snuggles with "Mawma" (Grandma) before saying good-bye.
Now, Mom, try to fight the urge to jump in the car right now...we'll be home in just a couple of weeks!
I sincerely hope everyone else's weather was as glorious this weekend as it was in Bham. Everyone deserves a fall weekend like that!
On Sunday, we made a quick visit to Star Lake in Hoover to let Ben meet the local residents. It's an eclectic group consisting of Canadian geese, white and brown ducks and some of the ugliest ducklike-creatures I've ever seen. The outing was a little stressful for Zoe and me, as she wanted to chase the wildlife, and I feared the fowl would try to chase Ben...or worse. We survived. But Ben, well he was in love at first "tack" (quack)!
Putting on a brave face (?) for Ben. "Ooh, it's funny when they bite Mommy's hand!"
No doubt about that. The older Ben gets, the more little Ben-isms start to surface. We never know what random object he'll insist on taking to bed (football, dump truck) or why he refuses to eat the last couple of bites of food before demanding more. But it's best to just to let him finish once he gets going on whatever project he's working on. For example, on Saturday night some trick-or-treaters interrupted his candy transfer....bowl to bag, bag to bowl...in mid-shift and the panic in his eyes and shrill shriek as he tried to get prepared for candy delivery was just heart breaking!
Some more examples in pictures:
Sure, he looks like a regular ol crying baby here, but what you can't tell from looking at the picture,
is that he was upset that I was putting the stroller in the shed and insisted in sitting in it even though it was cold outside, and so eventually I went back in the house. He wouldn't even let me put a blanket on him...so finally I had to pull him out kicking and screaming to the warmth of the indoors.
Maybe that's not weird, just a tantrum, right? I mean sometimes, he does just lie down on the middle of the floor when he's frustrated. But other times, it's when he's tired, and sometimes,
it's just because he can.
He likes to make fish faces in places like Sam's.
And dance on the school playground to a rhythm only he hears.
On Friday, Tyler and I clocked out a little early to join the fun at Ben's school's annual fall festival.
All the kids decorated their own treat-collecting bags,
and headed outside for:
and art making
You may (but probably not) notice that this hat looks a little more upscale than his free Firehouse Subs firehat. Well Ben must have an eye for the finer things b/c he swiped this from another fireman on the playground, accidentally I'm sure.
But the major meltdown that ensued once the other mommy needed the hat back and I pried it out of his white-knuckled grip, was no accident. And was also not easily remedied. Not by mommy at least.
Ms. Suzie always makes things better. (see the glare he's still giving me?! Mannnn....)
Soon all was forgiven and after regrouping at home, we headed off to more free festivites at Dawson church in Homewood. Ben l-o-v-e-d the toddler sized bouncy house, but it's hard to take pictures through the netting. He also tried his hand at some carnival games!
Of course with Ben, each and every peg had to have a circle before we could walk away.
Then he hit the carousel with Owen! Owen: "Do you know that guy waving and shouting at us like a maniac?"
Ben: "Uh, nope!"
PS. Pretty sure this is the last fireman-jacket post. We'll now resume regular street attire. PPS. Update: never mind, there's another on the way!