|He's always trying to hide from the camera.|
|This was was a little bit after we found Monkey.|
|His latest look - covered heard to toe in dirt.|
Other than the clothing change Jude is taking full advantage of the arrival of spring. He loves to be outside and is the first one out the door if you merely mention the word "walk." He also loves mud and bugs ... two things he hasn't yet mastered to leave outside.
Of the three kids, Jude is THE MOST keen on my pregnancy. He loves to sit on my lap and poke at "Baby J___" (nope, not giving away the name just yet! You could always ask Jude, but his pronunciation might throw you off a bit!). He's a bit confused thought about what, exactly, an unborn baby is. He apparently thinks any "bump" on Mommy's body is a potential baby. And that some are bigger than others. I won't go into it any more than that but lets just say Jude thinks I'm carry one big baby and two smaller ones. *cough, cough*
|As usual, hands behind her head.|
This girl is ALL 18 month old, whatever that means. Just like I predicted, she figured out not only how to remove the slats from her window blind but also how to use them to knock down the fabric rounds hanging above her crib. She then spends a considerable amount of "naptime" disassembling the decorative pieces I spent so much time putting together for her before her birth.
She's also very much in to her Daddy now. If the boys weren't so much faster than her, she would be the first to greet him at the door of his car when he comes home from work. But since she still insists on turning completely backwards and inching her belly down from the front step, it takes her a little longer to get places.
I think we finally have our first word (other than "Mama" and "Dadda") I was afraid, for a moment, that it was going to be "poopy" but she hasn't been using that one consistently yet. And then I thought perhaps "dog." But again, not consistent enough to know for sure it's one of her legitimate words. Nope, Julia's first official word is ... BABY! I love it. It comes out more like "bee bee." But she says it to all her baby dolls, when we see a little one out in the store, and when she's pointing to #4's ultrasound picture on the fridge. I am so looking forward to her playing the part of big sister in a few months. Although giving up her baby-of-the-family status might be a bit more of a challenge!
4.) The baby
I've forgotten to take belly pics for the past two weeks, this is our fourth after all...
27 weeks now and strong and healthy! I can feel this one's presence so much more pronounced than the other three at this age. She's more "in the front" and we very quickly went from "butterflies" to distinctive kicks and body parts. Apparently things are a bit "rearranged" in there. I've been put on placenta previa watch. In other words, at my last ultrasound the placenta was a bit too close to the cervix. It is very likely that it will move (actually that the uterus will grow and therefore it will no longer be a problem) but if for some reason it didn't, or if it moved the wrong direction, I'd be looking at a hospital birth and possibly bedrest. And since bedrest with 3 kids in the middle of summer is simply NOT an option for this Mama, we're really hoping for a good report in a few weeks. I'll go back for another ultrasound then. The doctor will want to see the placenta but I'll want to see this baby girl and make sure once and for all it really is a she. Because if she isn't, I got a ton of yard sale clothes I'll need to retrieve from Marmie and Poppa's house!
|Big Sister laying on Little Sister, and subsequently getting a head massage.|
And we're not, we're not wishing these years away, as challenging as they sometimes are. We enjoy them, not every minute, particularly not those few minutes this evening when the boys were running trucks in circles, freaking out the dog who peed on the floor and then knocked Julia's snack out of her hands, but most of them. They're GOOD minutes and I'm so incredibly thankful I get to repeat them not two, not even three, but FOUR times. We'll just put that dog-dream off a few years longer!
Typical dinner at our house: Jude killing bugs, Jack playing with his food, Julia doing her hair.