Friday, March 27, 2015

Ten Sleeps To Go...

I cannot believe it.  Only 10 sleeps to go until #2 is here -- and that's if he/she doesn't come early (I don't think that will happen, but making note of it, cause, you never know!).


I know I say in my weekly posts about how much this pregnancy has flown by and how quickly it has gone -- it really has, especially these last 8 or so weeks.  I remember starting the school year finding out I was pregnant and thinking April was a million months away and that was the end of the school year and how slowwwwwww it would go.  Oh, how wrong I was!  Maybe it's because I love my new job and school, but it sure feels like this year has flown by.

Anyways, with the upcoming arrival of our second babe, it's had me step back and reflect a bit on some things I'm anxious about having 2 kids (under 2!)...and some things I am oh-so-very excited about.  So, what a better way than to vent my anxieties and excitements than to blog it for the world (or 4 readers I probably really have -- thanks mom) to see.  So, here it goes...in a list...cause those are my fave.

Anxieties:

  • How am I going to be able to handle, care for, and manage two kids on my own?!  I saw on my own for the a'many nights where Mike is working and I'm flying solo.  This definitely is my biggest anxiety about having another churro to care for.  I know I can do it, and will do it, I am just anxious about what that will look like and the unknown of flying solo with an almost 2 year old and a newborn while my better half is working.  I KNOW (and am so thankful for!) the immense amount of family help that have offered up their services those first few early weeks, but I am still anxious for when I'll be handling both...alone...at night.
  • C-section recovery.  Obviously I've had one before, but the circumstances were much different...and this one is scheduled.  However, I am still anxious about my recovery with #2 because as much as I've been told (and am hoping and praying!) that a scheduled c-section recovery is lightyears better than one that wasn't, I am still anxious that I'll have a really rough time recovering.  I am not so much anxious about actual "recovery" but more so the fact that for a good "6 weeks" (I say that loosely, probably more like 2-3, but 6 is the recommended so I'm going with that :) I can't really do much -- lift Patrick, clean the house (OCD neat freak here is already freaking out about the house being a disaster), take a bath, drive, laugh/cough without pain, etc...  These things frighten me.  And I know "they too will pass", but it still is a different recovery path this time since I have an almost 2 year old at home to manage as well.
  • Bye-bye adult/social time.  Another major anxiety for me.  Right now, with just Patrick, it is oh-so-easy for us to dump him off on grandparents or family members to watch (or spend the night) when Mike and I have an event or need a date night.  It's just one kid, he's easy peasy, can sleep anywhere, eats anything, and is relatively low-maintenance.  In a few short days we'll have TWO kids that we'll need to dump off if we need adult time, and that is a lot harder, because not only is it Patrick, but now a baby who comes with more directions and gear (yes, even from my go-with-the-flow low-maintenance self!) than 10 Patrick's combined.  Even if our family wants both or asks for both, my mom-guilt is already charged up feeling guilty and anxious about leaving two kiddos so we can (selfishly?!) have some adult time for a date, or party, or what not.  Two is double one, and I just have a fear that our social time will be non-existent, or far and few between (mostly thanks to my mom guilt of dumping TWO kids off so we can go have non-kid time).  This is a tough one for me.
  • Venturing out into public...alone...with two kids.  I know I will be doing this almost immediately when #2 is hatched, but it is still something that is a great unknown and cause of anxiety for me.  Patrick has developed this new thing where he likes to run away from me (and for me to chase him), and that already makes me anxious about parking lots and unconfined trips in general.  Throw a baby in the mix?!  Holy toledo anxiety.  My *plan* is to saddle #2 up as much as possible in the babywearing world (which I did almost zilch with Patrick, so I'm planning on doing a ton with #2 so I can potentially chase Patrick and wrangle him with 2 free hands) in my new Tula I got just for this babe.  Nonetheless, even with a game plan, I am still mildly concerned about how going out with 2 is going to go.  My buddy Tiff, who just had her second (and has 2 under 2 like we'll have!), has given me confidence in this regard, but again, until it happens, I'm a wittle anxious.
  • The baby basics.  Patrick, from what my ol' memory is (letting??) me remember, was a gem of a baby (probably cause he was the size of a 3 month old when he came out...) -- good sleeper, eater, pooper.  Minus a little NICU stay when he was first hatched due to some blood sugar issues, he's been a happy, healthy, easy going baby and now toddler.  I am way anxious that #2 will be the complete opposite of his/her sibling (and I'm actually preparing myself that he/she is going to be, because, yeah, just in case) and 1. not latch and/or nurse 2. be allergic/have issues to the gigantic stockpile of cloth diapers we have waiting for his/her bum 3. not sleep.  Obviously I am preparing myself for all of these things to happen (and, Lord willing, none of them will and he/she will be just like their older sibling!), but I am still anxious about it because I don't know this baby or their needs (yet!) and that unknown gives me some anxiety. 


Excitements:

  • Regardless if this burrito is a boy or girl, I am SO unbelievably excited for Patrick to have a sibling.  I see so many photos of friends kids who are close in age and it makes my heart melt.  I cannot wait for that for Patrick and his sibling -- and to see him interact with him/her and change from the only child to eldest sibling.  I know it won't all be rainbows and unicorns -- and I KNOW they will fight and argue and hate each other back and forth when they're older -- but still, it makes me excited about having 2 so close in age.
  • Having TWO kiddos.  I still find myself in shock and awe most days that I have ONE kid and that I am a mom, but in a few short days I'll actually have TWO kiddos who will call me mama.  I think a lot of parents struggle with how they will love both of their kids when a second one comes -- I don't.  I won't love Patrick any less than I do now; I will just develop a brand new love for this little one when he/she arrives.  And then another new love of both of them together -- both of MY kids.  Gosh, I'm getting teary and emotional writing this!
  • This sounds so materialistic, but whatever.  I'm going with it.  I'm excited about matching outfits and matching diapers for Patrick and #2!  Even if this baby is a girl, there WILL be coordinating and matching outfits happening.  I.AM.SO.EXCITED. for this!  You all know my profound love for pictures and photography, and I cannot wait for the (matching!) pics I will capture of these two -- or three, if you include Scoots in the mix.  I know there will be a lot of stressful, life-hating moments ahead with two kids, but I try not to focus on those and instead focus on these little moments of matching picture excitements.
  • Finding out #2's gender!  This may seem oh-so-obvious as to what we're excited about, but it's been 9 long months of speculating and referring to this baby as an "it" and very soon we get to find out if it's a he or she!  For me (and I think Mike too), it really doesn't become real to us until we see the baby and meet him or her -- which is one of the reasons we like not knowing!  I've done a ton of speculating via the blog this past 3/4th of a year, and I still am thinking girl -- but I don't really know!  I really can't wait to find out if it is a girl or boy and get to name them -- I get excited and goosebumps just thinking about that moment as I type this!

Whew.  Okay, wow, I feel better!  Sometimes it feels oh-so-good to air out both sides to something new, because it allows me to reflect on them and think about them way more than I do just grappling with them in my head.  Don't get me wrong, I have anxieties (see above!) about having another kid, but I definitely feel like my excitements (and I'm sure there's even more than I listed!) far outweigh any anxieties (or mostly unknowns!) that I might have.

So, with that said, ten (or less! ekkk!) sleeps to go until I get the reality of experiencing all of the above.  It's gonna be a wild ride: I'm ready!  BRING IT.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

38 weeks.


HOLY TOELDO FOLKS.  We're almost in the single digit days countdown!  I officially have 4 days left of school, and a week from Monday, #2 will be making his/her debut!  I cannot believe how fast this pregnancy has gone.  Seriously.  I feel like it was just yesterday I was posting about how we were expecting #2 and now it's ALMOST GO TIME.  Crazy how fast it goes.  JUST CRAZY.

Anyways, I had my 37.5 week check up at my OB on Monday, and all is lookin' good with #2!  Heart rate was in the high 150s, and my belly took a jump (measured 39 weeks last week at 36.5 weeks)--is measuring at 41+ weeks now!  HOLY COW!  I mean, I have felt like it had definitely gotten bigger from last week even--most of my maternity shirts are just too short and the bottom of my belly hangs out ALL THE TIME unless I'm constantly hiking them down...so yay, that's fun.  And I've definitely been rockin' the same two tops seemingly all the time because they're the only two that really fit right now.  But I refuse to buy any more clothes because a $15 top for a week and a half of use is just not worth it to me, so wash, wear, repeat every.single.day.



As far as how I'm feeling, I'd say pretty darn good for 38 weeks!  After an eventful spring break last week that kept me oh-so-busy and moving, it was kind of nice (kind of! sheesh! lay off!  I'd still rather be on the couch!) to get back into the school routine this week...especially since I've confined myself to my rolly chair and any tech needs I'm begging them to come to me rather than vice versa.

Mike and I spent a'many minutes in the great name debate this past week.  I *think* we've settled on a name for both a boy and a girl, but I've thought that before and we've gone back on those too...so, we'll see.  Chances are it'll be a game-time decision when he/she comes out and we'll decide then, so stay tuned for that :)


I totally text my friends Tiff and Lauren this pic on Tuesday night with "OMG I think this kid has dropped!" -- because sheesh, Tuesday night was ROUGH.  No contractions or anything like that, but tons of pressure down south and the feeling that I needed to pee every time I stood up.  I wasn't expecting anything to happen (and it didn't!), but I still wanted to make note of it to my buddies just in case :)  I actually slept pretty darn good Tuesday night, and woke up Wednesday feeling better than I did Tuesday evening...so I wonder if the crazy storm we had in STL on Tuesday night had anything to do with how I was feeling.  Either way, I wanted to make note of it cause based on the pic above (on the left was 3pm Tuesday, on the right was 8pm Tuesday) it sure looks like babe has dropped a bit!  And I think my ankles and feet would agree as well--yesterday they were swollen for the first time EVER!  A little chair reclining and pedicure helped that, but still, wanted to note that this was the first extremity swelling (minus my fingers) that's happened with this pregnancy. 

Other than that, that's about all I've got to report for week 38!  Sunday marks Mike's final shift (until 3 more weeks) of working evenings, and I'll be oh-so-happy to have him back in the evenings until #2 makes his/her debut.  For whatever reason, it seems like when he's gone in the evenings all hell seems to break lose on me.  Ha.  So I'll enjoy him being home for 3 weeks at night until I can start complaining again about him being back on nights again.  Until week 39--and my final weekly update (OMG)--adios friends!

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

GoPro

Wayyyyyyyy back in August of last summer I posted a hefty little lately happenings, but sausaged in there was my profession for how awesome my aunt Kate's GoPro camera was and how I wanted one.

'Twas true, I really did want a GoPro, but I couldn't stomach shelling out the moo-la for it when I had a'many other cameras at my disposal to use...so I let my want just sit there and that was that.

Fast-forward to this past weekend.  My friend Courtney texts me saying they're selling their once-ever-used GoPro Hero 3 white edition with a ton of accessories, and wanted to let me know (or anyone I knew of who may be interested in it) before they put it on Craigslist.  I nonchalantly mentioned it to Mike that they were selling it, and his response, "Are they selling it for a good deal?"  Me: "Yes.  It's a steal for what they're selling it for with all it comes with."  He then replied, "Get it.  I know you want it, I know you love your cameras, tell them we'll take it."  SWOON.  How great is he?!  Seriously.  So I text Courtney back telling her we'd take it, and the next day she dropped off our new (to us) GoPro and I gave her a check.


To say I was excited to get it was an understatement, primarily for the reason listed above.  I have always wanted to see what life looks like from Scooter's perspective, and now we can!  I've tried rigging my Google Glass on him before, but they're meant to be worn on the face by humans, not 18 pound dogs with small heads, so that didn't work.  Instead, the GoPro lends itself perfectly to dog-wearing, as seen in the pic above and video below.


So this is about as far as I got with recording and playing with the GoPro that first night...but, fear not, there will be a'many GoPro videos of all sorts of Mooneyness and Scooter-visions to come, stay tuned!  I just had to share my initial excitement with our new camera toy and give you a glimpse into what all is to come with it.  Stay tuned, my friends!

Friday, March 20, 2015

Spring Break! (take 2)

So I'm holding good on my previous post's promise that I'd do a take 2 of our spring break with the rest of the week's happenings.  Exciting, isn't it?!

Anyways, so on Wednesday, after a fairly low key day on Tuesday (after my ah-mazing massage, lunch at Fuzzy Taco with my mom and aunt Kate (or Kiki as Patrick calls her), and my dad over for dinner), we hit up the Magic House for the first time EVER (I know.  Shocking.  The kid's almost 2.  Oops.) with our friends Ann and Emma.  They are members, so they treated us to the Magic House on Wednesday and we are Zoo members so we treated them on Monday--see how nice that worked out?!


To say Patrick had a blast would be an understatement, because he SCREAMED AND CRIED like I was ripping off his leg with my teeth when it was time to go (his new thing.  It's lovely.  NOT.  But, as my mom said, "Aren't you glad he's got an opinion and is strong-willed rather than just complacent?!"  Yes, mom, you are right.  It's just it happens ALL.THE.TIME. now whenever we leave (even when we turn around to head back home from a walk) and it's a massive tempter tantrum.  The terrible 2s have started and he's not even 2 yet.  Yee-haw!  Here we go!).

Anyways, so trying to put aside the screaming fit for not wanting to leave, I try and remember how much fun he had while we were there.



I probably took way too many pics (ha! good one Alex), but oh well.  It was his first trip there and I wanted to document it!



He really loved this pin wall thing, and I really loved this scary as hell gem of his face/body imprint from the other side.  Sheesh, looks like it could be out of a horror movie, huh?!!  Yikes.


He totally dug the mirror maze thingy too -- oodles of Patricks all around him.




These spiral stairs were a hit too.  There was a slide at the top (oops.  Didn't capture a pic of that) that he really liked going down...A LOT.


This sand thing was probably his favorite.  He loved scooping the sand and dumping it down the funnel thingy, over.and.over.again.  A screaming fit ensued here as well when after 20 minutes it was time to move on (helllooooo crowded) to another room.



This was always one of my favorite spots in the Magic House when I went when I was younger (and the Magic House was way smaller)--the hidden staircase!




Patrick was less than impressed with the static ball thingy.  Whatevs.  I thought it was fun and his hair was hilarious. 

So after a tantrum leaving the Magic House, we decided to hit up Chick'Fil'A with Ann and Emma.  This was a genius move: because not only is this the hands-down best run, well-managed, and clean fast food restaurant out there, they had a play place too that Patrick and Emma played for a good half hour in and Ann and I could just sit and chill.  It was amazing.  We may have to hit this up again before Mike gets back because it's an amazing babysitter and allows me to sit for more than .2 seconds.  Oh, and yes, Patrick threw another royal fit when it was time to leave there too.  Can you say NAP TIME?!

I then dropped Patrick off at my mom's and headed to my last official photoshoot before #2 comes.  OMG.  Little Brody, who turned one on 3/18 was a little ham!  ALL of his pics turned out amazing!  And we were able to squeeze in the shoot before it got too cold and rainy (uh, what happened to 80 and sunny earlier this week STL?!! humph.).

I headed home to edit pics before Patrick woke up and then my mom texted me this gem: 


DYING.  He also had the same color (Appletini) diaper on as well that all matched.  So of course I had to post it on social media, cause that's the good mom I am.

Later on Wednesday we headed up to the Pond to have dinner with Goose.  Patrick decided to entertain all of us with shoving two giant grapes in each of his cheeks and grinning from ear to ear.  I was dying AGAIN.  This kid kills me!




After the Pond we made a quick run to Schnucks for some much-needed groceries and then headed home because it was bedtime for both me and Patrick, cause oh lordie, was I tired.  37 weeks pregnant, officially full term, and this mama was exhausted.  Patrick also indulged in some peppers and milk before bed at the regular table--he picked that snack out himself.  I fear this might be the beginning of the end of his high chair usage!  NOOOOOO!  I like him in his high chair (for now at least)--it keeps him and his mess relatively contained.


Thursday we did absolutely nothing and it was glorious.  Not gonna lie, I was pooped--I was officially 37 weeks pregnant (full term! woot!) and just tiredddddd, so we (me) decided to have a veg out day.  We did nothing and it was amazing.


Okay, we didn't do 'nothing', but we definitely chilled most of the day.  We went on a quick run to Target, where Patrick had to bring his green Mustang he swiped from his great aunt Kate's car...


(He brings that car everywhere now!), and then we hit up Noodles and Company with our buddy Lauren.  Then, we both took naps when we got home which felt ah-mazing.  We literally spent the rest of the evening chilling at home waiting (anxiously, not so patiently!) for Mike to get back from his trip.  

When Mike got home he was back for literally 10 minutes before we dropped Patrick off at grandma and grandpa's for a sleepover (with his cousin Lizzy too!) and Mike and I headed out to play trivia for Matt (Mike's brother)'s birthday.


Friday, my last official day of spring break was very chill as well -- I actually woke up with an awful headache, so after I picked up Patrick I literally sat on the couch until lunch time then decided to take a nap instead of getting a pedicure with my sister in law, in hopes that I'd wake up feeling better and want to hit up the fish fry that night (our Lenten Friday tradition!).

Luckily when I woke up I felt oh-so-much better, and I soireed Patrick outside for some pics (had to!  First day of Spring!  GORGEOUS 60 degrees!) before we headed out for dinner.











We then hit up a fish fry in the city, so Mike could meet us from work, and it was delicious.  I'm such a sucker for popcorn shrimp!  I did manage to snap this pic of Patrick in front of Mike's van too.  Love this.


Since we were already down in the city, we just had to (HAD to!) hit up Ted Drewes for some ice cream after dinner as well.  Patrick was thoroughly impressed and enjoyed his custard...a whole lot.


We then headed home (sans Mike...again...gahhhhh! What a long week!  At least he's off the next few days.  WOOT!!!), hit up the bath ASAP (because someone was wearing their dinner and dessert a whole lot), chased Scooter around for a hot minute, and then went to bed.  Mama was tired (Patrick?  Not so much but too bad, I was!!) and wanted to catch up on some Bates and Duggars reality TV before I passed out!

All in all, this was a great spring break week--I think the only thing that could have made it better would have been if Mike were in town.  Oh well, at least we get him home all weekend before we both have to go back to work next week.  Crazy to think about that we only have 17 days until #2 makes his/her debut and this was probably one of final alone times with just Patrick as our only kiddo--kinda bittersweet.  Nonetheless, a great spring break was had (albeit tiring!) and some great memories made!

Thursday, March 19, 2015

37 weeks.



Well folks, it's official.  I am full term!  YAHOOOOO!  Well, I think the "official" name is "early" term (37-38 weeks is term, but "early"), and once you hit 39 weeks then you're officially full term.  Whatevs.  Term is term in my books, and if this kid decides to make his or her entrance soon, I'm okay with it because that means they're done cookin'.



Anyways, this week has been my spring break (duh, if you're a reader here you know this by my earlier post) and it has been a doozy--in a good, exhausting, loving spending every minute with my little guy way.  Mike has been out of town (gets back tonight!  WOOT!) so it's just been me flying solo with the little man.  And, as much as I love spending time with him, boy oh boy, this kid wears me OUT.  And I'm sure that's due to the fact that I'm carrying around a basketball and 9 months pregnant.  But sheesh, little wild beast full of energy!  Haha!  It's definitely keeping me on my toes, and apparently keeping any extra poundage from being put on because I'm still just a few pounds up from where I was at 29 weeks!  YEE HAW!

So speaking of that, I had my 36.5 week OB appointment earlier this week and all is looking good with #2!  He/she was measuring still about 3 weeks ahead (39 weeks), and their heart rate was in the high 140s.  TMI alert, but my doc said since I'm having a c-section I get to choose if I want her to check me to see if I'm dilated or what not, and duh, I was like "PASSSSS."  No need to go poking around down there if it's not needed.  Ha.  I also asked her about this 'new' c-section practice that's much more family centered and similar to a natural birth (skin to skin time right afterwards, etc...) and she said totally.  They could do whatever we'd like in the OR, as long as babe and me are doing okay.  AWESOME.  This makes me feel so much better about our chosen birth route, especially since it was almost an hour before I got to hold Patrick.


I also had a glorious GLORIOUS prenatal massage earlier this week and it was HEAVENLY.  I had one at 33 weeks with Patrick and it was ah-mazing, so I begged and pleaded Mike to get me another one for Christmas this year (he did!  He actually got me TWO so I'm saving one for this summer post-baby) and it was magical.  I wish my pocketbook could afford this heavenly luxury every week, but alas, we're poor, so I'll settle for one a pregnancy.


I did another silhouette pic this week and threw together a nice little comparison of the 3 times I've done it.  Yup.  Babe is definitely growing like a week in there!  Next pregnancy I may have to do this pic as my weekly pic--would be cool to have 35 weeks of these kinds of pics!! :)  Mental note, Alex.

Anyways, that's about all I've got for this week...I'm back to school on Monday and only have 8 (!!!) days of school left until my maternity leave starts and it's d-day!  OMG.  It's getting so close!! YAY!  Until 38 weeks friends, adios!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Spring Break! (take 1)

Disclaimer: I titled this post "take 1" because I have a feeling I'll do another spring break post sometime later this week with more antics documenting and what not...cause that's how I roll.  Impatient and anxious to blog before the week's over.

So yay!  This is my spring break!  I get an entire week off and get to spend it with my little man (minus a few trips to grandma's for him so I can hit up doc appointments, photoshoots, and massages).  First off, holy worn out am I at the end of the day!  Patrick is a little wild beast with unlimited energy, it seems like, and whoaaaa.  I'm sure if I wasn't 9 months pregnant I could keep up better, but sheesh, this kid is wearing me out!  Luckily he's sleeping great (as I type this at 9am he's still snoozing. WIN) and eating like a hog, so that's a plus.


Anyways, the down side of this spring break is that Mike's out of town until Thursday night.  Boo hiss.  Our dad's gone faces:


Even if he was in town, he'd have had to work this week, but we'd have at least gotten to hang with him till he went in at 3pm.  Gahh.  So that's been a bit of a challenge too, doing it all solo without any other parental help in the mornings.  What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?!!  Haha.  But I'm looking at the positive in that I get a TON of 1:1 time with Patrick that I wouldn't have gotten if Mike was here.

This past weekend we went on a family walk (albeit a very wet one, thanks to a ton of rain at the end of last week) and Patrick was being his usual ham self for the camera and demanding to walk Scooter.  So naturally I brought my big camera and snapped some pics along our walk.  We ended up at the park, and Patrick got to play for about an hour before we had to head home for lunch and naps.





OYYYY VEYYY.  Drama llama.  Patrick does not like leaving the park (I don’t blame him, what 22 month old does?!!) and screamed and cried our entire.walk.home.  I’m sure some of the houses we passed probably thought we were kidnapping him.  Nope, he’s ours.  But boy, he sure was pissed.  I told Mike next time we need to bring the stroller so we can strap him in at least and get back home faster.  He tends to melt down less when he’s being pushed on his throne.

Mike had to go into work that night, but we were able to meet him in the city at one of our favorite restaurants Quincy Street Bistro and that was great to be able to eat with him and have some impromptu family time before he headed out for the week.  It's so hard to make lunch or dinner plans with him when he's working--they always have to be sporadic and last minute, because we never know if he'll be on a call or be able to break away for a meal...so when we're able to meet him it's all that much better.


It's been way warmer in STL this past week (praise the good Lord!!) so we've had a lot of outdoorsy time.  In the evenings it's been especially nice because we've been able to catch some wicked awesome sunsets...


As well as go for some evening walks...although I have 3 lazy boys on my hands (we're watching Scooter's BFF Braxton this week) who all prefer to be chauffeured around rather than walk.


We spent Monday morning of spring break at the Zoo--with EVERY.SINGLE.PERSON. in St. Louis.  HOLY CROWDED.  We got there at 9:02 and had to wait 20 minutes to even get in the parking lot to park, then waited another 15 minutes in line to buy train tickets!  Crowds are NOT MY THING.  At all.  






But I persevered, since we were with our friends Ann and Emma, and we were able to ride the train (Patrick loved it, so did I -- helloooooooo 20 minutes of sitting down!) and see a few animals before we decided it was wayyyyy to crowded for our pregnant selves (Ann is 30 weeks pregnant as well) to be chasing around our little ones and battling the enormous crowds everywhere...so we bounced.  Plus, I had a OB appointment in a few hours that I needed to dump Patrick at my mom's to get to.

 Patrick's new "I {thumbs up} vaccines!" shirt came in the mail and OMG.  I'm in love.  I documented a while back why we vaccinate, and I saw this shirt online and just had to get it for him.  I don't think he "loves" vaccines (I mean, what kid LIKES to get a shot?!!  No one.), but he "thumbs ups" them (aka approves me...or shoot, his parents do at least!) so this shirt is fitting.  Anyways, I really love it.


I posted this pic on Facebook and Instagram yesterday, cause this perfectly sums up our spring break thus far.  Caged chaos!  And, to be fair, I did not do this to them.  I was in the other room and I heard the cage door rattling and then giggling: somehow Patrick got Scooter AND Braxton to come in the cage and shut the door.  I found them like this.  Patrick brought his book in too--I guess he wanted to read it to them.  I was dying laughing.


So yeah, that's about all for our first part of our spring break!  I'm sure I'll do another post later this week with the rest of our antics and shenanigans we get into.  I have a prenatal massage in about an hour and I cannot wait for it...like I've been excited for this day for a month--ever since I booked my appointment.  Anyways, have a great rest of your Tuesday...oh, and happy St. Patrick's Day!  I'll leave you with this adorable (reusing pics again!  Sorry!) pic of Scooter and his pot of gold from last year.


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