Yesterday was really foggy here in Ottawa. My husband was driving the older boys home from dance class around suppertime and commented on it:
DH: “Wow guys, check out how foggy it is!”
Boy#1: “Wow, it’s just like Minecraft render distance ‘tiny’!”
My youngest, now 2.5 years old received a Highland cow family (Schleich — awesome animal toys) for Christmas, as his uncle has the real deal on his farm. He’s playing with them on the couch right now, and they’re having quite the conversation (note: “na” is Boy#3′s word for breasts/nursing):
Mommy Cow: “You Daddy cow? You haf penis?”
Daddy Cow: “I haf penis. You Mommy cow? You haf na?”
Baby Cow (in a squeaky voice): “I da baby cow! I haf penis! I drink na!”
We’ve been having a lot of the “so why don’t you marry it?” jokes going on around here. #2 has been trying desperately to catch his brother with this joke for a few weeks.
Me: “#1 loves his baby brother!”
#2: “Well, why don’t you marry him?! …HA!!”
Me: “He can’t!”
#2: “Yes, he can! Boys can get married!”
Me: “Yeah, but brothers can’t.. “
Better luck next time, #2!
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We have a follow-up ultrasound today to check out a bunch of things that have been eating away at my brain for the past couple of months. So, of course, I’ve been sleeping like crap and fretting over every little twinge for about the same period of time.
It’s frustrating. As much as I tell myself that the baby will be fine, I’ll be fine, and (yay!) we might get to see if this will be a boy or a girl, my brain just wants to obsess about the “what if’s” and keep me up at night. I’m a planner and this feeling of emotional limbo is really making it hard to get motivated to get ready for May. About the only thing I’ve really gotten ready so far is an amazing stash of birth-18lb cloth diapers, covers, and a few new handknit-by-me wool covers.