Randoms from vacation

{my child is a ham part one}

{part two...love}

{part 3}

{part 4....he thought it was the funniest thing to look at the pictures I took}

{my husband is a ham part 1}

{i guess if they are, i totally am}

{love my boy}

{we completely randomly ran into my Aunt and Uncle at our new favorite bagel place.....someone was waving at us through the window and it was them! So cute}

{on the playground outside the horse barn}

{my boys, kicking rocks, being boys}

{no clue why, but I love this picture}

{had to include this picture of eddie's sleeping arrangements. we had a one bedroom room and expected there to be room for his little twin size inflatable matress. Nope. So frank had this idea to make the couch cushions into a bed, which pretty much made the size of his toddler bed. we wrapped them up tightly in the blanket and he was a happy camper! he LOVED this bed and kept calling it "eddie's special bed"...silly boy. i'm thrilled to say that he did great every night, even stuck half in the closet and half into the room that Hubby and I were sleeping in. I suppose all the playing at the pool and the arcade and the horses would do that to a munchkin! i will say that i had a harder time than eddie...i woke up almost every hour the first night to check on him. when we went into the room the second night to check on him, this is how we found him....totally passed out sideways!}

Loving Lately....

*teeny tiny baby kicks, always in the same place.
*the way eddie wants to watch the same movies, and laughs at the same parts every time...the same, one "heh" laugh that makes all his teeth and his dimples show. and when he's not laughing? that shy smile that melts me.
*the fact that my husband's big promotion (!) has brought him closer to home, right in the cute little downtown district with shops and restaurants that we can walk to when we visit. even if we walked home in the drizzle one day. and the fact that hubby now comes home for lunch if we don't go to him. i think it made all of our days!
*pregnancy cravings...and the way that this time, I know exactly what I want, and the way that the husband (crabbily) will go to the gas station after dinner to get me Lucky Charms. Because they sounded so damn good.
*the love that eddie had for the slides at the zero depth area of the waterpark, the way that he loved the MOTORCYCLES!! in the arcade, the way that he threw fits when it was time to leave....oh, wait....nevermind on that last one.

*the way the he's insisting on showing my mom's dog, Daisy (we're watching their dogs while they are on Spring Break), everything he has. "dis is how i brush my teef daisy mae" "dis is my bashetball hooooop, daisy mae. the pacifier faiwy brings it to be"...and the way the other 3 dogs just get yelled at by him, but Daisy can do no wrong.
*and waterpark pictures, of course.

{yes, i chopped off his head. but you try and protect your camera from a splashing toddler}

{down his favortie orange slide}

{splash dancing}

{my other favorite picture from the weekend - eddie running from one of the fountain things. i love the way his face is in focus, barely, and the way that his body and the background is blurred...it makes the expression on his face just come to life!}

Patches

Eddie loves horses. Like LOVES them. Don't you remember? He was Woody/Bullseye for Halloween!

So when I read that the resort we were going to offered pony rides, I knew we had to do it. And the little boy that loves horses? He smiled big smiles and small shy smiles, laughed and said "just like bulls - eyes!". And Hubs and I? We beemed (and took a ton of pictures. bear with me, it was adorable).

{getting ready}

{talking to patches}

{the big smile}

{and the shy smile that totally melted my heart}

{crazy close up on the shy smile. not the best pic because of the zoom, but oh-my-gosh it is soooo super cute}

For the rest of that day and the following day, Eddie just talked about "Patches the Horse". He'd suddenly get all sad, look at us and say "Patches the Horse misses me". Because apparently it isn't enough that he could miss Patches, but it had to be that Patches loved him so much and missed Eddie. God my kid is cute :)

Yes or No

The current debate in our house? Finding out the sex of baby #2.

When I first got pregnant, I was 100% sure that I wanted to know. "I'm not one of those people", I would say "who can just be surprised. I need to prepare". But as my pregnancy continues, and the more I think about having a planned c-section (we already know the date that I'll be delivering) the more that I feel the surprise is being taken out of the whole having a baby thing. I kind of hate that anyone can look at a clock the day I'm delivering and say "oh! It's 12:00 baby ____ is being born right now!". I want some suspense! Not to mention hubby's cousin Jamie let the sex of their baby (adorable Ellie!) be a surprise and it was just so exciting on the day that she went into labor.....I remember the phone call, calling Hubby and telling him what she had....it was just so fun.

But....sigh. My original statement is coming back into play and I want to be prepared. I want to go through all of Eddie's baby clothes and know that I can either put them into a dresser or I can pack 'em up and sell them. I want to paint the baby's room the right color (and I hate, hate, hate the thought of painting it green or yellow). Of course, I can talk myself out of these things pretty easily.  Since Eddie pretty much lived in onesies, cotton pants and hats his first month I know that I can get the girl equivalent of that easily at Target before I deliver and not be out a bunch of money for girl clothes we won't use. We don't NEED to paint the baby's room right away since we know we'll be co-sleeping (we loved our Arm's Reach Co-Sleeper and can't wait to use it again).

For every argument I have a response. For every pro-finding out thing that Hubby brings up, I just can't shake the thought of how fun it would be to be surprised. And last night, when I thought all day that we would probably end up finding out, Hubby said that he wanted to be surprised. So we're wavering....and I have no idea which way to go.

March Showers bring....

....August babies?

(holy shitballs I just posted pictures of myself in a bathing suit on the interwebs)

(and I'm only doing so because I've lost 50lbs since the last time I wore this suit!)

We spent the weekend at a little indoor waterpark in Lake Geneva, and Eddie very seriously dragged me over to these little waterhose things and said "I water the baby". I died from the cuteness.

When people ask how he is reacting to the thought of baby, I now have to share this little story, because it is 100% how Eddie is...when he cares about the baby in my tummy, he cares hard....asks a ton of questions, points out the toys he's going to share, gives hugs and kisses and uses my belly button as a mircophone to say "hi baby. i eddie. i your big broder. i love you". He'll tell baby what he's playing with or eating or what movie he's watching. But like I said, that's when he cares. Most of the time we ask him about baby he shrugs it off and just keeps playing. But the times he cares? Melts my heart. These pictures? I'm going to love them forever, me in a bathing suit and all :)

Healthy!

HOOORAY for me!! I started feeling better over the weekend and am pretty much back to myself today. I think our beautiful spring day gave me the little boost that I needed....Eddie and I spent most of the day outside and came in for dinner with happy little dirt covered hands (and for one of us...noses).

In honor of my new found health, I uploaded all of our pictures from our behind the scenes day at the United Center a couple weeks ago and  the internet crapped out on me, losing the post and the bazillion pictures I  uploaded. BOO!

So, instead you get a random picture of the Turza 3 at Toy Story 3 on Ice a while back. We went while the computer and blog were out of commission. It was...fun....for Eddie. The rest of us, including my parents (oh, poor, poor parents that got dragged along with us) spent most of the time laughing at the crazy show. It was a total mix of all 3 movies and THANK GOD eddie wasn't into watching the movies then because I'm sure he'd be all "uhhh, that's not how it goes Momma". Instead, he loved it all and had a wonderfully pitiful breakdown at the end crying "I want to watch it again!", oh, sweet boy....if only it were that easy :) gotta love his dedication to his love of all things Toy Story and it's wonderful combination with his other love, ice skating!

What's going on.

Entering my second trimester, I felt great. Energy to play with Eddie, energy to cook dinner, happy to be pregnant. This past weekend we took a trip to celebrate my sister in law, Amy's birthday in Bloomington. When we got home Sunday night, I started to have an asthma attack just hanging out on the couch. The asthma attack was bad enough that I felt I should take an inhalor, and wasn't sure if I could.

Cue call to on-call OB. Cue follow up Dr. appointment on Tuesday. Tuesday I was still feeling short of breath if I moved around for more than 10 minutes. Ick. My doctor was very concerned that I had the flu and sent me to the hospital because only they had the quick result flu test and he wanted to know right away. So. Cue trip to the ER.

A positive flu test later, I had a very uncomfortable bed to hang out in for the next 6.5 freaking hours. Chest X-ray, tons of blood work, and a breathing treatment later I was given a prescription for Tamiflu and sent home. The only reason I was remotely happy during my ER stay was that my regular OB was directing the show via phone to the ER doctor. I even called him before my chest x-ray so he could talk me through the risks. I am very, very lucky to have a doctor that is so great....he even called me himself the next morning to see how things were going.

How were they going? Bad. The tamiflu kicks my ass, hard. I pass out within a couple minutes of taking it, get fever from it, and as of yesterday started vomitting...not to mention the fact that it has completely swelled up my eyes and for about 20 minutes from the time I wake up, I can't move my eyeballs because of the horriffic pain. I'm trying my best to keep food down, but it just isn't working. I'm sorry baby, I know you're hungry.

On top of all of that, I was sent to another doctor today (one recommended by my OB, so I had high hopes) since I'm pretty much banned from the OB's office until I'm flu-free, and he was horrible. He basically got a family history, looked at my chest xray and labs from the hospital and said he was confident I was doing fine. No looking at my oxygen saturation or anything else that my doctor had told me he wanted. And that's not even the worst of it...after I told him what the tamiflu does to me, he basically said that it was all normal, that tamiflu was a very hardcore drug and that I just have to keep taking it. Not before he told me that the fact that I have the flu is VERY BAD and that "it's my only job to stay healthy and I'm not doing that very well"  and that I could still DIE from the flu, he also gave me a lovely speech that the Tamiflu I'm taking is going to cause birth defects in my unborn child. He then listened to my lungs, declared me to be doing ok and left.

I got to the car, called Frank, and lost my shit. What kind of doctor can tell a mom all that, without any further explanation of "this is a class C drug, that while untested on humans it is deemed a better option for expectant mothers than not". Without saying "your OB made this call and he is better suited for these decisions that me". How can someone say those things with ZERO concern for how someone (especially a sick, hormonal and tired pregnant woman) is going to take said news? He was an ass, and I understand that. He wasn't the right doctor for me, but I had to have a follow up. Frank called my OB after he got off the phone with me, was assured that I should continue taking the Tamiflu - something they follow at the CDC's recommendation - and made him feel better. I got a call from my OB himself this evening, missed it, and wasn't able to reach him when I called back.

I'm so frustrated for so many reasons, but mainly because this doctor was completely insensitive, and didn't even do (in my opinion) a proper follow up (for many reasons that I didn't write here). I feel better that my OB called, mainly because I trust him beyond what I can describe and I'm happy that even though Frank didn't talk to him, word still got to him that something was wrong with this appointment. I hope to talk to him soon to further ease my fears. At this point, it is something I'm trying hard to accept and move on from worrying about. I'm desperate to get into the OB's office again, mainly so I can hear the ever-soothing sound of my baby's heartbeat. It's the only thing I want right now.

2.5

Eddie turned two and a half this week!! And in true blog fashion, I've decided to share some fun Eddie facts.

-the picture above? almost every picture of eddie is identical. silly smile, scrunched up nose and some random food bits on his face. no matter how much I scrub, this child's face is never clean.

- he loves to tell people that his name is eddie and that he's two and a half. he loves to talk to anyone, and happily holds full conversations with all who will entertain him.

- he loves to play pretend, although right now I'm pretty sure it is more of him imitating things we've seen. he plays a ton of hockey and basketball and has not stopped cooking since we took him to Mr. Samuari's (a cook in front of you type of place). he also loves playing doctor and loves to fix things around the house.

- if you ask him what his favortie things to play are, he says "toys"....if you ask him his favorite thing to eat he says "food". both are pretty right on. while hockey is still his love, he plays a ton of different things all day long, and he can never pick just one....hockey is played while his food is in the oven cooking, basketball is played until a hockey puck is found, trucks are played until one needs to be fixed with some tools, things are colored until he decides to read books or eat or play hockey or chase the dogs or so on and so fourth. his mind goes a mile a minute and it is impossible to keep up. "food" is right on because my child eats anything and everything, and while we have found a love of sweets, he still happily snacks on cucumbers and carrots and fruits galore.

- he is learning sooo much - from colors to numbers to spelling his name, he always wants to know how many there are, what color they are and WHY? oh, how many times I hear WHY, MOMMA? in a day.

- Happy = very happy. Sad = very sad. The inbetween is just mellow, chill eddie, but the in between happens rarely. I'm happy to say that Eddie is AWESOME lately, saying thank you for things we've gotten him (even things from weeks ago), loving hard, playing hard, and just being funny. He says the greatest things, gives the best hugs and is just fun to be around (most of the time).

- he's (kinda) potty trained. when he wants to be. he also has a new found love of going to the bathroom where ever we are. yay for puplic toilets.

- he loves his daddy, asks for him first thing in the morning, says he misses him throughout the day and squeels when he comes home.

- at the doctor today, he was 37lbs and 37 inches tall. and I didn't even ask what percentile that was because I was too busy laughing at my son, happily answering the doctor's questions (all questions were directed at eddie today and it was the funniest thing I've ever been a part of in my life). he loves his doctor, and we joke that he is gets more excited over the doctor than he did over Santa.

- two and a half is pretty awesome. its frustrating, tiring and sometimes and emotional rollercoaster, but that all gets washed away on the good days, the days that make me feel like a successful parent, the days that make me feel like the luckiest lady in the world because I have eddie.

{and funny that this is posted right above the post saying that he was a holy terror?  i think so. because it totally goes to show the rollercoaster we're on.}