Little Girls...

I always thought I would be the best "boy mom", I consider myself a not so girlie girl! I mean I was a cheerleader, I wore bows and have never been big on playing in the sand...but I love baseball (little, college or big league), I have spent many a Sunday at the Astrodome watching the Houston Oilers play football, I can wrestle with the best of them, and thanks to the men in my family farts dont bother me and in the correct company I dont mind competind in a good flatulence competition...not on the way to brownwood texas in a van with my whole family! :0 ButI couldnt wait to have a boy and have him in little league and pop warner football, and wrestle with him in the living room. I looked forward to J being able to teach him hunt and fish and all the fun boy things that guys get to do...but as it turns out...God thinks that I will be better prepared for a girl first. I have had to change my way of thinking a bit, but I will say there are not many color options for girl clothing...just pink...I mean whatever happened to red and lime green, those are cute colors too! But I have had to come to terms with the fact that my sweet little girl will have an innate sense to know how to roll her eyes, talk back, and have major attitude. She will be on the phone, like boys and have fights with little girls. Ugh! I am pretty sure she wont be a ballerina, if anyone has seen the way our families our built, long, lean and full of grace has never been used in any description, but there is a good chance that powerful legs and stockey build has been heard. So hopefully she will like gymnastics so that I can show her a few tricks...but I think I will be an ok girl mom, and although boys are less emotional and tend to not be as dramatic, I think we will survive and if she wants, I can show her how to properly roll her eyes to get the fullest effect.

Thoughts of the not so eventful day

We are approximately two months from Chloe Grace's arrival into the world. I walk into her room and although it is beautiful, it seems sterile without her little body in there. I know life will forever change, but I am ready for this change. I have thought long and hard before being blessed with this little miracle, and it is ok if she wakes me up twenty times a night. I talk to my sweet nieces and nephews and I cant wait to hear what her little voice will sound like and hear what she will have to say. I read another blog, and they are awaiting on the arrival of their third child, the only boy. It is the same structure my family is two girls and our baby brother. I use baby loosley, he is now over 6 feet tall, and very large in stature with big hands, and big muscels...amazing he looks like a man. I would still protect him with my life, against anything. He might think he is big, but I am older and anyone who makes a big sister mad has got something coming to them. I think about Ella and Maddie and how much they will love their little baby brother Sam. I was Maddies age when zach was born, and I am pretty sure I couldnt have done a better job raising him. I watch him grow up and it is hard to not want him to be my little brother. But words of wisdom to Maddie and Ella (if their daddy reads) he will be a brat, he will think you are gross, he will try to beat you up, you will be bigger, and you wont like each other all the time, and family vacations in the car...dont get me started. He will hide in your closet with his friends, he will smell funny and you will think he is gross, but all of a sudden, one day, you will look up and he will be 20 and playing college ball, and leaving for Wisconsin in a few weeks, and you will worry like a mom until you see him again. And somehow you wont have koodies anymore, and he wont mind SO much giving you a hug or letting you kiss him on the cheek, or commenting on his whiskers. And then on mothers day, just when you think he is to cool to be emotional, you get flowers and a card telling you what a great sister you are and what a great mom you are going to be. And somehow and for some reason you want to call your mom and dad and thank them for raising such a wonderful man, and you want to tatoo all over his body that any woman that gets him, better ready to answer to his sisters! Zach...we love you so much. We are so proud! I am such a lucky big (little) sister and Chloe will have such a wonderful uncle. I watch him with the others...what a boyfriend, husband, daddy he will be...it better be in that order! Maddie and Ella, just when he is driving you crazy picking and poking on you (which he will still do at 20,30 and probably even 40) you will realize what a great little brother Sam is! I promise!

Oh the Burps

Sometimes there is just no better way to say it. The indegestion is killing me, it makes me feel exhausted, I mean, I feel so sick at this point in the day I just feel drained...but...only May June and July left. I love looking at my work calendar because things go by event around here and I like to know that by mission thanksgiving I will be back to my old self again. I feel like she is currently stretching my skin like an art canvas and that I am about to split open. Gross thought huh!! Luckily, Jeremy already agreed on shepherds pie for tonight and so I can just stick that in the oven and then recline for about an hour, eat, then recline somemore. My husband is wonderful, since he cant cook, he cleans the kitchen everynight. I love him for that, and would marry him just for that! The lady starts the scene painting in my nursery tomorrow and I am absolutely thrilled. She is incredible and I think will make it so sweet. I look forward to that being done, we are getting closer and closer. Infact I had a dream last night, we were at dinner and I was feeding her baby food, and I just woke up wanting to feed my little girl. I cant wait to see Chloe Grace's little face. I know she will make me laugh many times, and make me angry many times. I also know this indegestion is short lived and that there will be a time that I will feel normal again. I just think that I have forgotten what that is like. Well another day in pregnancy land, but the days are coming closer and closer to being through and then she will be here to lay and look around her sweet room and play in her bouncy seat and learn and laugh and play, and I hope I dont miss to much being at work. I cant decide what people struggle with more. When you ask God for guidance and you feel like he is answering you loud and clear, does that mean that you are not supposed to have any doubt anymore, or be a little sad. I dont know, I keep praying and I feel a peace about our decision. Well that is to deep for this blog.