It's Monday and . . .

that means I'm one week closer to having this baby : ) So excited to have this little guy here, but also a little overwhelmed at the amount of stuff we have to get done first.  I'm wondering when we'll get it done too, since John has worked the last three Saturdays and will be TDY or working the next three as well.  I had no idea ROTC would demand so much of his time.  Who would have thought?

I had a dream this morning that I woke up and was no longer pregnant.  It surprised me that I'd forgotten having the baby, but I decided he must be hungry so I ran upstairs to find him.  Porter was trying to carry the baby, who was cold and wearing only a diaper.  I thanked Porter for trying to help and tried to find a blanket to wrap the baby in, but everything was wet . . . and then the dream morphed into sleeping bags, alien space ships, and a Renaissance Fair that I'll spare you the details of.  However, being the dream interpreter that I am I think this means that I'm nervous about the baby coming and I don't feel prepared.  Oh, the baby could talk too, which means he's 99.9% likely to be born an absolute genius.

We did get a lot of work done on our house this weekend.  I got the guest room/nursery all put together finally.  So you should all come visit us (just not all at once)!  I won't even make you share the room with the genius when you come.  We can adios him to a pack and play in the office while guests are here.  We also made lots of progress on unpacking boxes in the basement.  Slowly, but surely things are coming along with the house.  One project that is not getting done is ripping out the ugly bushes in front of our house.  Birds built a nest in one of the bushes, so that project is on hold until the baby birdies are gone.  Dumb birds, what was wrong with all the good looking bushes?  Haven't you ever heard of curb appeal?

And finally, here's the last of the rooms around the house I need to post pictures of:

The Office

Upstairs Bathroom

 

 Nursery / Guest Room

 

  Gabe and Porter's Room

Gabe was in trouble and had been sent to his bed when I took this picture, and Porter insisted on being in all the pictures I took in his room.   

 Gabe blurry, but happy to no longer be in trouble!

Now that many of my big projects around the house are finished I can finally start getting ready for the baby.  Since this is our third boy, there's not a whole lot to do except wash stuff: clothes, the infant car seat, blankets, etc.  I went to JoAnn's last week and bought some cute fabric for some baby projects that I'm excited to work on, but I won't let myself do them until John is TDY.  Hopefully, while he is out of town these projects will keep me busy, but labor free : )  It would really stink to have a baby while he is MIA.

As far as the kids go, both of them have taken a real interest in the baby.  Both Gabe and Porter love to feel the baby move and kick.  Gabe is very curious about where babies come from and is concerned that once the baby gets here we will no longer have enough Wii remotes for our entire family.  Porter is certain he has a baby growing in his arm.
John has been reading Harry Potter to Gabe before bed.  And it's nice to have Gabe immersed in the wizarding world for a change, instead of Star Wars all of the time.  However, I've been killed at least six times this morning already by the Avada Kedavra curse.  Apparently, I have a whole lot of love since I've survived so many times.  And people make a big deal because Harry Potter survived it once, that kid's got nothing on me . . . try six times in one day scar face.

Anyway, here's a couple of funny things the kids have said lately:

Gabe: Porter, did you know that you're my favorite punching bag?

While building a marble race track:
Gabe: This is good, but I think we need to make some adjustments.  Do you know what adjustments are Porter?
Porter: No.
Gabe: Adjustments mean we're about to make it really cool!

Attempt at Porter's 3 Year Old Birthday Interview:
What's your favorite food?
Monster Trucks
Who's your best friend?
Monster Trucks
Where do you want to serve a mission?
Monster Trucks

Are you seeing a pattern?  The boy has a one track mind.

And finally to conclude this post that got way longer than I intended:  The other day I sneezed and one my contacts fell out.  Leads me to believe there may be some truth behind the rumor that if you sneeze with your eyes open your eyeballs could pop out.  Just saying, it could happen.


Happy Monday Everyone!
Maybe I'll go be productive now . . . maybe.