I had to laugh

38 1/2 weeksJust compare this to the previous belly picture in this shirt. I don't think I will be able to wear this again! (My clothing choices are dwindling, needless to say.)

P.S. Anyone else freaking out that my blog ticker says 8 days until my due date? Don't worry, I think I'm nervous enough for all of us!

This also made me laugh

"I wish your hair would hurry up and grow out"...."Thirty-five bucks for a haircut??"

It's going to be all too true in our world

Snowy weekend flashback

My apologies again- I meant to post these and then forgot (imagine that!). These are from our snowy weekend two weeks ago. It literally shut everything down. Friday brought a few inches and then overnight Saturday we got dumped on. I heard it was the most snow in 24 hours that we had ever received. It may not look like much to you Northerners, but even Erik was impressed, so it must have been a fair amount.

This was her first attempt at braving the snow. At first, she wouldn't even touch what Dixie brought in from outside. So I suggested we put some in a bowl and plate and let her play with it like play dough. This kept her occupied for over an hour, with constant refills by mom.

Day two brought more courage (and more snow!). Poor Grace didn't have a snowsuit, but her great-grandmother had given her some heavy gloves, so we did our part to contribute to global warming and let her play with the snow through the open back door as long as she and I could stand it.

On Saturday we were under a snow emergency, and we later found out you could get a ticket for being on the roads. No matter, Erik and his buddy decided to go skiing in Indiana, about a 40 minute drive away. It took Erik three tries to get up one of the hills on the way to pick his friend up (Erik was the one with the SUV) and I was pretty sure his next phone call was going to be from him walking home from an abandoned car. Erik's were the first car tracks on our un-plowed roads for hours and hours; no wonder our neighbor followed him down the driveway to see if he was really going out! But the guys made it and had ideal skiing conditions (well, except for high peaks, but come on, this is the Midwest after all!).

"Don't make fun of my awesome sun glasses!"

Erik had the bright idea to shovel off a section of our patio so Grace could play "in" the snow. Don't worry, I have already bought her a snow suit on clearance for next year so she can really go to town (now that she's not scared of snow). And no, my child did not throw that snowball at me. Miss Cautious came and placed it at my feet after I took the picture. :)

Me and my basketball

30 weeks: 33 weeks:

36 weeks:

And as a final note for the curious: at my 36 week appointment (eek! I'm on the weekly visits now!) I was between 1-2 cm dilated and 50% effaced. That's pretty much farther than I ever got with Grace, even with her being overdue! And all you have to do is look at those pictures and you can see the baby is low!

Also, we had our hospital tour after our appointment (what a trouper Grace was, and Erik for that matter since it was a work day!). It was good to actually find out where the hospital was located :) and what floor the Maternity Ward was on. We got to ask a lot of questions since it was a personal tour (there was a bright spot to that snow storm drama). Erik's reaction: "Wow, don't you feel so much better after seeing everything?". My reaction: (insert panicked eyes and furrowed brow) "Wow, I changed my mind. Can I 'poof' this baby out?". It made the pending birth all very real to see the hospital room, the triage, find out answers to all the things we were wondering about. Oh, I bet you want Grace's reaction to the hospital tour. "A step for me!" After seeing the step into the jacuzzi tub. Never mind any of the other odd or curious things she saw in a hospital room, that's what stands out to my 2 year old!

My Goofnut

Enjoy my silly child...

This was all Grace's doing. I seem to remember a children's book about a bear who pretends to be an astronut with a box as his helmet. Well, this was Grace's cape and box hat. Seriously, if you had told me a two year old had such an imagination, I would have said "yeah, right". If you had also told me that kids get more enjoyment out of the things that come in the mail (a box and a VETS donations bag) than any toy, I would have laughed. It was a tragedy when trash day came and we threw these out. It might be cold outside, but as a special treat we can still have an "ic-ic" or picnic. (P.S. Kids never forget anything, so beware of being asking constantly to have another carpet picnic for lunch.)

Before we continue...

Hello, remember me? At least you guys are used to this by now.

A brief recap:

• We started potty training in January. After two weeks of not getting it, suddenly it clicked for Miss Grace. Recently, she has even gone so far as to be waking up dry from her naps and going poopy on the potty regularly! (Sorry, but most of you are mom's so "poop talk" shouldn't be too far from your daily vocabulary.) I highly recommend "ipstick" or chapstick as a reward for pooping on the potty. It is what finally got her to do it! Even chocolate didn't do it for the kid.
• February was a crazy month. I started my doctor visits every other week. We had a steady stream of company, with only five days out of the month "just us". We had a huge snow storm that prevented us from having our hospital tour (don't panic, Mom, we are scheduled to have a private one tomorrow and the forecast is for the 50's!).
• Now it is March and I still have my head in the sand. We are still reading the birthing book, we don't have a name picked out, and the only person packed for the hospital is my husband (even Grace's travel bag is not packed). I think that shrieking I hear coming from Albuquerque is my Mom freaking out again... :)

A huge blessing!

Erik just called me and the results from his last (and I do mean last!) exam are in... drum roll... and he passed! Woo hoo! Hoot and holler! Praise God! That means that after 6 1/2 years of exams, balancing work/family/play, and countless hours of studying (well, not countless- it totaled around 4,000 hours of studying outside of work) Erik is all done with the actuarial exams. That would be ten, ten folks, under his belt. Or should I say after his name. That officially makes him:

Erik Karl Johansson; FSA, EA, MAAA

Now nobody tell him if the Society of Actuaries adds any more exams to the line-up. I don't want him to know!

Third trimester panic

Ahh, I remember the days of the first trimester, going by at a regular pace. Not too fast, not too slow, but juuust right. Then bam! it is the last stretch of the pregnancy! What happened? I've decided it is time to officially start panicking. As usual, I have a list that will not be done by the time the baby arrives, which induces its own freak out session. Included on that list is how to start out the arrangement of the kids and their rooms. I think we are still going to go ahead with putting them together, the question is what room and how to do it. (My dear friend Stephanie's family was a great encouragement to me in this area after seeing her kids, a boy and a girl, together.) I also would love to be caught up in some form with my scrapbooking (I hear laughing already).

The prospect of labor is also now looming. I don't want a scheduled c-section or VBAC! :) Isn't there a way to "poof" this baby out? I have gathered materials from like minded natural birth mommies, including a special book for Erik "The birth partner: everything you need to know to help a woman through childbirth". I think I'll let him read it and tell me how this is going to go down.

In the meantime, you can continue to wonder with me: where is this child hiding?? I am not nearly as big as I was with Grace. The doctor said he is already very low. And I can tell you he is trying to kick his way out of the womb. Think this will be an early baby instead of a late one?

Surprise!

Well, "surprise" might be understating the fact that we were hit by a mack truck when we found out our new baby was a boy and not a girl. We just assumed we would have all girls, and that Grace would have a sister, and that they would share a room, and I would get to reuse all of Grace's clothes, but.... God had different plans, and I know that it will be better than we could have done it if we had chosen ourselves.

So here is our son's first picture as a "boy". And let me say there is no doubt in my mind the technician is right!

Ultrasound stats: All looks perfect, baby measured 11 inches head to toe and weighed 15 ounces. Measured 4 days before due date (but so did Grace and we all know how that turned out!).

And here is my belly picture, also at 20 weeks (taken November 21), when we had the ultrasound.

Ch-ch-changes...

Look who has a big girl bed! A major hurdle is behind us, and seems to be going well. In fact, I would say bedtime has been easier since: "the man brought the big girl bed, remember, mommy?" (Who needs Santa when you have a man who can bring a big girl bed?) We made a big to-do over shopping for the mattress, setting up the bed, and getting the sheets. I dreaded this moment almost as much as I am dreading potty training. But all for naught, as Grace thinks her new bed is the best thing since sliced bread (or in her world, since she discovered cookies).

Can you believe I got her to go down for a nap, in her old crib, sharing a room with her amazing, wonderful, exciting big girl bed, 30 minutes after the delivery of her mattress?

Yes, all those animals really do sleep with her. So mcuh for not having sleep props!

Much to be thankful for

Thanksgiving 2007

We are thankful for getting to play outside in the leaves in our pajamas...

...for uncles who will get down on the floor and play with us...

...for Nana to play "beans and rice" with us...

...for men who enjoy and are willing to do "projects"...

...for Thanksgiving leftovers...

...and I am working on being thankful for this most beautiful art project that Nana concocted in honor of our great-great-aunt (ask if you really want to know)...

Grace's Birthday, Part 2

For all the parents out there

If your child is like Grace, and is addicted to a certain song before bedtime, you might find this can spice up your life! Did you know there was more than one verse of "Twinkle, twinkle little star" to sing adnauseam? Note to grandparents- learn it quickly, as this is a common request at our house!

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high

Like a diamond in the sky

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are!

When the blazing sun is gone,

When he nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Then the traveler in the dark

Thanks you for your tiny spark;

He could not see which way to go,

If you did not twinkle so.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Grace's Birthday, Part 1

For Grace's birthday (which is October 11th, by the way- yes, I know I am behind as usual in my blog) we bought a family pass to the zoo. Even Aunt Sara got to go with us. It was a perfect day when we went, weather-wise, and it was "Halzooween" at the zoo, where the kids got special treats along the way. We got to see all of Grace's favorite animals, except the giraffes, which were curiously missing because their exhibit was getting a facelift. I'd really like to see that going down the freeway- a semi with a few giraffe's sticking out of the top!


"Uh, Dad, don't get to close to that thing!"

"They gave me two treats! Even the zoo knows it is my birthday!"

What a surprise, the little monkey thinks the monkeys playing are hillarious.

How did "say cheese" ever morph into the super-hero-arms pose?

Mama said there'd be days like this!

Do you have days like these? Let me tell you about ours, that started Monday night. We got 2 1/2 inches of rain during the day on Monday. A miracle, considering we were a third behind on our yearly rainfall and suffering a severe drought. Then from midnight through 8 am, we received another 2 inches. It continued to rain on Tuesday during the day (you know what they say- when it rains it pours! Pun intended...). As a creature of habit, I was having my usual cleaning day on Tuesday. I put Grace down for a nap and proceeded to go down into the basement to clean up after 14 rug rats we have down there every Monday night with our Bible Study.

Squish. Oh no! Water leaking from the ceiling? No, that's dry. Proceed to walk further into basement. Squash. Feel carpet. Uh-Oh. Continue walking to the door leading to the unfinished part of the basement, knowing with dread what is on the other side, hoping that I'm wrong. I'm not. Nope, there are rugs and other items floating in standing water, with the sump pump apparently on strike.

After Erik finally was released (or did he release himself?) from the ball and chain called work, we spent hours after Grace went to bed bringing up garbage bags and box after box of wet and ruined items. The garbage man is going to flip when he comes to our house tomorrow!

The update today after the restoration crew got here was all the carpet and pads had to come up and be trashed (tile in the bathroom anyone?) but so far there are no signs of mold. We have an army of fans and dehumidifiers down there that will remain until Monday. It sounds like an airport down there right now.

The Week Of Calamity actually started on Friday, when I came down with a stomach bug, which led to Grace having a lot of unsupervised time, pizza for Grace and Erik two nights in a row, me trying to make a conference at church that I had signed up for months ago (and really wanted to attend) and not making it much past lunch (duh!). Erik's exam in a week and a half when it is major crunch time and he can't possibly deal with more. Enter the "Flood", Erik stuck at work with a project that should have taken three weeks, but they gave him three days; me left with a basement full of water wondering what to do; and Grace still having too much unsupervised time.

By the way, how did I revive the sump pump on strike, you ask? Well, kicked it of course!

Better late than never (updated)

Well, these pictures were taken about a month ago. But you understand, right? We had an ultrasound because the doctor couldn't find the heartbeat, but not to worry, Baby was in there swimming around on the ultrasound! (And as an update, at 16 weeks, I can feel it kicking more than Grace did! Eeek!)I think I was showing about as much at 11 weeks as I was at more like 16 weeks with Grace. A little scary, but the ultrasound confirmed only one baby... so I guess I'm just fat. :) And when we were looking at the ultrasound with Grace, she said that the Baby was wearing glasses... she also thought she had a baby in her belly- nope, just a big breakfast!

A Trip For Two: What Grace Did

Now, I wish I could have been a fly on the wall for the days that Grace was home without us while we were in Montreal, eating up her time with her beloved Nana and Papa. But these pictures will have to suffice. I'm sure there were things we weren't told, but what I do know is there was play dough for the first time, lots of trips to the playground, lots of swimming in the backyard baby pool, and a bin of dried rice and beans with small plastic animals hidden in it (which apparently is more fun than any expensive toy you could buy). I think a good time was had by all.

We interupt this program...

I think the cat is out of the bag and everybody knows, but in case we missed you, I am pregnant again! My due date is officially April 6th (although as usual I have some issues with how they arrived at this date). I am well into maternity clothes, and have been for a few weeks, unlike last time where I was in my second trimester before I darkened the halls of the maternity department at the stores. I have had two good days in a row (sorry, Steph) and am wondering if the sickies are starting to be behind me. Last night I actually ate half a chicken breast (in addition to many other things, but meat as of late has been revolting). Grace has no clue what is in store for her in six months, and I am kind of wandering the same thing about us. Dixie is probably the most prepared out of all of us this time because now she has been around so many babies with our weekly bible study at our house.

As a side note- Erik, unfortunately, is not quite done with his exams yet. In fact, at this very moment his is hunched over his books at the dining room table. He took one exam in May and passed (woo hoo!) and has his last one in November. Then he will be done, Lord willing. These two exams are for his final degree, his EA, which allows him to sign off on government work. And then I think he might be better decorated than anyone in his office.

A Trip For Two: What Mommmy and Daddy Did

At the end of August, Erik and I went to Montreal- sans Grace! When we first started planning the trip months ago, I was paranoid. Five whole days without Grace? We had only been apart for hours at a time since she was born. Sick, I know. At Erik's insistance (I'll admit, I was on the fence) we planned the trip for just the two of us. The purpose was two fold. Erik had to go a for an ethics seminar (a joke for anyone who knows Erik well) as the last requirement for his FSA (Fellow of the Society of Actuaries) degree. So we tacked on a few days and made a trip of it. A little fun, a little work (Ok, all fun for me). At the end of the seminar, there was a graduation ceremony and dinner.
We did things on the trip that we used to do without much thought . Went out for dinner, and actually took more than 20 minutes to eat because there wasn't a toddler to watch. Had adult converstaions- for an equally long period of time. Rented bikes and rode to a market, picked up strawberries, croisants and cheese for lunch then rode for several hours and stopped at a park to eat. Stayed out past 8 o'clock! Slept in past 7am. Needless to say, it was a grand time.

And I just want to say again, for the millionth time, how proud I am of Erik. Only those who have really gone through it can know how much work it takes to get this degree. He often says it is like having a full time job working 50 hours a week, and going to grad school full time. You get the idea. He has been studying since we first got married. Six years of hard work. Congratulations sweetie!

A bonus post!

Today as we were running errands, we drove by a place where they were doing construction. There was a backhoe digging in the ground, and from the back seat comes "short!" or "wart!". I had no idea what she was saying until I looked to see what she was pointing at: the backhoe. She was calling it a "Snort"!

For all those without toddlers in the house, let me backup and tell you about a book called "Are you my mother?". In this book, there is a baby bird who falls out of the nest and goes looking for his mother. It is not a kitten, not a dog, not a cow. Then it thinks the giant backhoe, which makes the noise "snort" and thus is called Snort by the baby bird, must be his mother. The Snort puts the bird back into his nest where he is reunited with his real mother. Grace loves to read, but I've never really known how much was absorbed until recently when I watch her read to herself, and she remembers some of the words on the pages. I guess she remembered the Snort from the book, and not knowing it was called anything else, was estatic that a Snort really exists! She told Daddy all about it when he got home. Aparently, it was the highlight of her day.

Are you still with me?

It's not just you... I feel like we have dropped off the face of the Earth these last 6 or 7 weeks as well. We have been incredibly busy. From the middle of July until Labor Day weekend, we have either been out of town, or have had company, with only a few days between each time. I'm not sure Grace knows where she lives, or who is supposed to be living with her! There have been grandparents coming and going, and even Mommy and Daddy left for the first time ever!

There are so many things to catch people up on that I will try to post something new every other day (Hey, at least I didn't say every day! I know my blogging limitations.).

So, in no particular order (ok, the order in which I stumbled upon the pictures on the computer) here is the first item of interest. In July, Grace and I went up to Albuquerque to visit with the Westbrook clan and both of Grace's Great-Grandmothers. We also held our bi-annual meeting of the Grace Admiration Society (see photos at left and below). By the way, when you go swimming in Albuquerque, Papa puts warm tap water in your pool!