Between Kumquat and work, I am exhausted both mentally and physically.
Jr. isn't even taxing compared to those two. He is a welcome breath of fresh air. He is changing into such an amazing little man. I have always described him as a wild man, but he is kind of chilling out. He is sleeping like a champ. He is 100% officially weaned. It is like all of my wildest mommy dreams come true. Yes, I know my world is really small right now. . . My next wildest dream come true is going to be potty training. Sweetness is getting a potty chair for Christmas. ALONG with other things, don't worry.
We had some below frigid temperatures the last week and Jr. needs to get out and about so hopefully we can drag Scrooge Daddy Coleman out to cut down our Christmas tree.
Thanksgiving at Casa Del Coleman was fantastic. It was sunny and warm here so we took a nice morning walk and after Jr.'s nap, we headed over to the Papa Bill and Nona's house. Dinner was DE-LISH.
Jr. fell in LOVE with Buttons. Sheree's mom's Shiz Tzu. He would follow her all around the house and yell clear as day "BUTTONS! CUTE!" We took a little time before dinner to enjoy the park. We met another kid Jr.'s same age who was a whole head shorter than him, couldn't walk as well and definitely wasn't talking.
We do think that he is one extraordinary kid, but you temper those feelings because every parent thinks that their kid is the most perfect and extraordinary being on the planet. Then there are times where you are just blown away by him. He talks so clearly, says two to three word sentences and is starting to make sense. You teach him something once and then days later he says it in context. He is also a total parrot. He repeats EVERYTHING! For example Saturday night we were driving around and we taught him to say "BOO Chargers!" Sunday we were watching football and he said, clear as day, "BOO CHARGERS!" He followed that up with "GO BEARS! and YAY BRONCOS!"
This morning he pointed at colors in his rug in his room and told me they were blue, green and red (it was pink, but I am not splitting hairs). He then went into the hallway, pointed at the trim and said "white". Seriously!
That is just his brain, his physical development is also incredible. He can throw almost a perfect spiral football, and man can he wing it across a room. He catches less often, but is getting there. Then today, he picked up a cinder block and carried it a couple of feet. I mean seriously, 19 month old carying a cinder block.
I am so thankful that he is smart and strong. I am thankful that he is starting to be more independent. I am thankful that he will be such a handy little helper when his little brother or sister gets here. Weird looking little kidney bean.
I am thankful that Nanny came over for to the weekend to celebrate her birthday. "HAPPY DAY NANNY!" Ed was gone hunting and I don't know that I would have been able to handle taking care of him by myself this weekend. I no longer have morning sickness. I have all dam day feel like crap sickness. Nanny helped feed him, entertain him, bathe him, watch youtube videos with him and generally help me keep him fat and sassy all weekend. He loves her so much.
Ed didn't kill anything all season. I think he is bummed, but he did get to go camp out with his buddies at hunting camp Saturday night, drink too much and stay up late. He was home early enough to help Jr. and I finish up some yard work. He missed Jr.'s great fall tonight though. The egg on his head - OUCH! Poor baby. We had to watch an Elmo video and eat Cheez-Its to feel better.
Here is a photo of our little bathtub Picasso. Tonight he drew this artwork, pointed at a portion of it and said "Moon!" I asked him to draw a flower for mommy and he did. He loves to "Coldor".
Junior loves to watch football. He yells "GO GO GO GO GO GO!" He yells "TOUCHDOWN!" and throws his hands in the air and I am teaching him to Boo San Diego, Oakland and Dallas.
A little about what has been happening in our world. The kitchen is 99% complete, the punch list of remining items includes a base cabinet, a skin for another base cabinet, a threashold to transition between the hardwood and vinyl, and the "crown" moulding. Plus I have to repaint the kitchen. Antique White looks more like 50 years of cigarette smoke and bacon grease white. Except I can't really paint right now. I also can't really lift heavy things, eat unpasturized cheese, eat lunch meat, go bungee jumping or go out and booze it up. Yup. There is a baby in there.
I mean, it is early. I am only 7 weeks and if I have learned anything from my nearest and dearest friends, anything can happen. We will *hopefully* be able to hear the heartbeat on December 11th.
I am definately starting to feel pregnant, from about 9 AM until noon or 1 PM I feel like barfing and curling up like a little pill bug. It is awful because I hold it back and I wonder if I just do it if I will feel better - but I can't bring myself to cut loose. If I even smell or think about something unpleasent, watch out. Teeth brushing is also dicey. I am not overly tired, and have so far been able to remain pretty calm amongst some pretty crappy crap going on at work.
Already this pregnancy is so different, so much calmer. Maybe it is because I know what I am in for. Or maybe it is that 100% of my time is taken up taking care of a 19 month old and I can't sit around and obsess about how I am feeling or stupid pregnancy magazines. Or maybe my life is already irreversibly changed with Junior and an addition of a brother or sister is not as big of an adjustment. I SAY THAT NOW. I am interested to see how I change as these next 9 months progress.
When you ask Junior if he wants a brother or a sister, he always answers "SISTER". He sometimes awnsers "BROTHER", but mostly it is "SISTER". His parents agree completely. A little girl could be a suprising change of pace from Wild Man Junior Coleman.
