Borrowing A Page From The McTriplet Handbook

Last night after we put you to bed you were more vocal than usual, so I went in to see what the deal was. I found you standing stark nekked from the waist down in your crib. You have been practicing dressing and undressing a lot lately, including taking off your diapers. Apparently you decided to do a little practicing in your crib.

When I walked in your room, you just looked at me with your beautiful blue eyes, pointed at the floor and said "bah poh" (diaper). I summoned your daddy upstairs because I knew it was something he had to see. It was really tough not to laugh at your antics.

Your daddy picked you up out of your crib and prepared a new diaper. Realizing that you would probably just tear this diaper off, too, he suggested taping your diaper on, a trick we learned from your Godparents. Their boys, affectionately referred to as the "McTriplets" because their last name is McBurney and they are triplets, went through a similar phase. To keep their diapers on, their mommy and daddy used packing tape over the velcro.

It's a little tough cutting the diapers off, but quite effective. Currently we're just taping you up overnight. Hopefully we won't have to do the same during waking hours.

Guess Whose Special Day Is Today?

Baby Belly: 8m

We're actually 8.5m now, but it took me a couple of weeks to get the photo up. You seem to grow noticeably every day. I gained seven pounds between my 30w and 33w checkups (at this point I should be gaining about a pound a week), and I'm growing more uncomfortable. Picking up your big sister is challenging, especially since she insists on being held above the belly.

I've carried you a lot lower than your sister, which has been significantly more comfortable for me up to this point. However, you seem to have outgrown this space and are staking claim to areas where my diaphragm and lungs should be. And I'm waddling, which is a sure sign that you're outgrowing me.

Doc says to expect this birth to be similar to your sister's, so we shouldn't expect an early delivery. Your daddy and I are anxious to meet you. At times it seems like I've been pregnant forever, but when I realize that you are due in six weeks, it seems much shorter. You've been so mobile lately that I've been wondering what you're doing in there. What do you look like when you're stretching those arms and legs? Do you suck your thumb? Do you have beautiful blue eyes like your daddy and big sister? I'm desperate to see what you look like. I picture you looking just like Georgia because that's all I can imagine. I wonder if you do look just like her, or if you look completely different. Either way, we love you already and are anxiously awaiting your arrival.

How Did Parents Ever Survive Without

Disposable diapers - You barely sits still long enough for me to velcro your diapers. I can't imagine trying to pin them on.

Elmo's World - You think Elmo is almost as important as food.

TiVo - How would you cope without being able to call up Backyardigans or Wonder Pets at a moment's notice?

Noggin - No, it's not a dream. It's commercial-free little kid programming.

Microwave - I don't think we'd eat if it weren't for our microwave.

Color Wonder Markers - This invention is truly a gift from God. Without these markers our walls, floors, furniture, windows and any other markable surface would be covered in little works of art.

Your Thoughts On Having Your Hair Done

Tuna Fish

Yesterday's school lunch included tuna fish. Your daddy and I chuckled about this because he despises tuna fish. Your teacher said you and your classmates didn't show much interest in lunch, but today you have had disgusting diapers. You even had a blow out, which you haven't had in a long time.

Your numerous poopy diapers resulted in a red diaper rash that obviously hurt when I used wipes on you. So when I changed your last poopy diaper of the evening I took you into your bathroom to use a wet washcloth on you instead of wipes. I decided to let you run around sans diaper for a few minutes in hopes it would help dry out your diaper rash.

Interestingly you trotted over to the toilet and tried to climb up it saying "boppy," which means "potty." We've noticed lately that you have seemed uncomfortable in your diapers, but we thought it was because they were a little snug. You wouldn't leave the bathroom until you took a turn on the potty, so I hoisted you up there. You didn't do anything, but it seems that you're showing some signs that you're ready to start potty training.

I think we'll take a little field trip tomorrow to buy a little potty. I don't plan to push you, especially since we've got a new baby on the way. But I doubt it will hurt to have the potty around.

I'm really shocked at your early interest in going potty on the potty. I didn't expect this to start for another six months or so. But I would really love to have only one child in diapers at a time.

Today's Pick-Up

Today when I picked you up at school I spied on you through the door's window to your classroom. I watched as you took off your shoe and sat down to try to put it back on. You quickly spotted me and ran over to the door to hug me.

I sat on the floor with you to put your shoe back on and all your classmates, except for a cute little girl named Coco, came up to us. Some pushed books into my hands and one girl really wanted a hug. After securing your shoe and a short jibberish conversation with some of your classmates, we got up to get your bag and head home.

Coco was still sitting in a chair next to the teacher, and I soon learned why. Apparently you got a little overly affectionate with Coco and ended up tackling her when you hugged her. She was so frightened by your take downs that she spent the rest of the day sitting in a chair next to the teacher.

You Love Your French Fries

I've been craving french fries for the past several weeks. Now everytime we pass a Sonic you point and whine about wanting "fweh fwy" until I stop.

Found!

With everything there is to worry about having a baby, being concerned about what to bring the baby home in seems pretty minor. But for some reason I have obsessed over it with both you and your soon-to-be little brother/sister.

But today we were wandering around the mall and I found it. It's a little onesie type outfit that has little lambs embroidered on it, which is appropriate for our family history (remind me to tell you sometime about how your great grandpa was a sheep buyer). It's also cute for a boy or girl, so we're set no matter what the baby ends up being. I wish the picture above were a little clearer because it really is adorable!

Now that I've found the going home outfit, I'll have to find something else to obsess about...

High Blood Pressure

We had a pretty scary incident today. You pulled a glass off the kitchen table where it broke all over the kitchen floor. You kind of screamed for a second until your daddy picked you up (daddy edit: your daddy sprang up off the floor and ran into the kitchen with no regard for his own feet. Much like a superhero, but better looking, he snatched you up and started checking for damage). There was a little blood, so I took you across the street so Rick could check to make sure you didn't have any glass stuck in your foot.

Turns out it was really no big deal. No glass stuck in your foot and only two little places that bled. You actually handled it better than I did. You didn't cry at all, but I almost did.

Your daddy spent the next hour cleaning glass off the kitchen floor. I then went to Target to buy plastic cups.