Karate Kid

Since I had my camera to upload the sono video, I thought I'd throw this little gem in too.

Say Hello to My Little...

BOY!

Oh, and Justin felt him for the first time last night.  Little Baby Boy is LOVING kicking me in the ribs.
So Justin won the bet, and he gets to name him.  Here's hoping he doesn't pick a name that will cause our son to be ridiculed for his whole life.  Just kidding babe, I know you'll do great.

Cole's going to be a big brother!

Babe Baby Ruth, A Black Eye & A Bath

This is Cole's "Aggie Engineered" baseball tee, and he LOVES it.  When he's not hitting the ball off the tee, he's knocking the ball around like a golf ball.  He even tried to take the ball and bat into the bathtub with him.  He runs around saying "ballbat! bat! ball! ballbat!"

Cole's eye had an up close and personal with the entertainment center.  It looks way better than I thought it would.

This was my favorite part of the whole weekend.  I made Cole spaghettios and he flat out refused to eat them.  Why?  Because he's 20 months old and he can.  I tried periodically for 2 hours to get him to eat them.  Finally, I put them in a different container and gave him a different spoon and he ate them like they were going out of style.  He finished the first serving and pointed at the plate and grunted at me as if to say "more."  So I gave him some more.  He ate all of that and did the same thing.  Except I didn't go it fast enough so he yelled at me, "MORE!"  So I just handed him the original container and he ate out of it.  He definitely has a mind of his own. 

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Please note the rockin' mullet.

20 Weeks

L to R:  last week, this week, 20 weeks pg with Cole (at the Chicken).

I look huge this week!

I love my daddy!

Oh, the joys of toddlerhood.

Here was my facebook status for today:
I dropped Cole off at daycare, got in my car to leave, and what the heck is under my fingernail? Oh, that would be Cole snot. Nice.

And then, just a few minutes ago I was looking in my purse for something and what did I find?  Pieces of chicken and broccoli. 

Earlier this morning he ate half a banana and asked for more.  So I cut up the other half which he proceeded to start eating.  Then he decided to chew the pieces for a few seconds and then take them out and hand them to me.

Last night, I found a cricket in the kitchen.  I hate to squish them so I was trying to be nice and coax it onto a peice of paper and take it outside.  Cole was watching me and whining because apparently he didn't like the cricket.  Well, about that time the cricket jumped and landed on my hand.  Of course I screamed and Cole started screaming and crying because I screamed.  I was seriously about to pee my pants I was laughing so hard.  Justin came downstairs thinking something was seriously wrong.  Cole wanted nothing to do with that cricket.  Justin put it on his arm trying to show Cole that it was okay, and strangely enough Cole wanted Justin to pick him up.  But, he still wanted nothing to do with the cricket.  So Justin took the cricket outside and Cole said "bye bye cricket!" 

I love that kid.

Permanent Damage?

So, Saturday we took Cole to his second Stars game.  I wanted to make sure and make it for the beginning of the game this time since we didn't show up until midway through the second period last time.  Well, little did I know...the beginning of the game is super duper loud and basically scared the beejesus out of Cole.  We went with another couple, Justin and Heather.  So the two Justins took Cole out in the hallway to calm him down and to wait until the game started and it got quieter.  When he came back in, Cole wanted to go from Justin (his dad) to me to Justin (the friend) back to me, back to his dad.  We played musical seats for about 10 minutes until I could get him distracted with a book.  I felt SO bad.  He was scared to death.  He was trembling he was so scared.
So we finally got him settled down, but he never acted like he was having a good time.  He just kind of zoned out and acted sleepy.  And then in between the 1st and 2nd periods, Rob Zombie wannabes (aka a death metal band) played a few songs.  And, you guessed it, it was super loud.  And scary.  I was scared.  lol  So I took Cole out to the hallway and we people watched until they were done playing.  So by close to the end of the 2nd period Cole had started to loosen up ever so slightly.  He even danced a little bit when they played music, but he never did act normal.  We decided to pack it up after the 2nd period and head home. 
Once we got into the truck we assumed Cole would fall right asleep because of the stressful situation and it was his bedtime.  That kid stayed awake for the ENTIRE FORTY-FIVE MINUTE DRIVE HOME.  And he was fine!  He was just talking and playing.  So I'm guessing we didn't do any permanent damage.  Oh, and of course he fell asleep 2 miles away from the house.

Outtakes

19 weeks & 300th post

In honor of my 300th post, I wanted to say something meaningful or interesting, but in light of the fact that I've been up around 4:30 the past two mornings, I got nothing.  Why was I up so early, you ask?  Yesterday I had a super weird dream and couldn't go back to sleep.  This morning, my stupid fire alarm wouldn't stop chirping.  I went downstairs and changed the battery and it stopped...for 3 minutes.  Just as soon as I got settled back into bed it started again.  So I cried, and then took the battery out.  But, of course I couldn't go back to sleep so I got up and ate breakfast and watched Bewitched.  Good times.

L to R:  last week, this week, 19 weeks pregnant with Cole

Good times!

I think Cole is one of the luckiest little boys there are.  He got to spend Friday night with his Papaw George (who bought him a dog and a shotgun, neither of which are staying at my house).  They took him to my little brother's baseball game on Saturday (which he LOVED).  And he got to spend the night with his Granny on Saturday night. 
Justin and I got to spend TWO baby free nights together.  It was a nice little break, but we missed him.  Justin especially because he hadn't seen him all week.  He had to work in Texarkana, so Cole and I were alone in Fort Worth all week.  Luckily, Justin is on his way back to Fort Worth right now, though!  Yea!
He got to see a horse and a donkey at my mom's house, (he called the donkey a zebra for some reason.)  We kept trying to get him to call it a donkey, but he wouldn't.  He said donkey one time, and it came out Donk-ney.  lol  I think he really wanted to pet the horse, but the donkey wouldn't let him.  He's so funny about animals.  He loves them until they get close enough to touch him and then he freaks out.  But he did pat the donk-ney (zebra) on the head for a split second.  He was the same way about the dog my dad got.  He ran towards him yelling "puppy!"  But, when it came time to touch the dog, he was like, no way man.

18 weeks

L to R:  last week, this week (18 weeks), and 18 weeks with Cole.

Labor Prediction

Okay, I did this with Cole, so I decided to do it again.  A labor prediction for Baby B...my responses are in red.

Madame Zaritska, using her mystical powers, has the following prediction:
The day you deliver, outside will be warm (makes sense b/c I'm due in August). Your baby will arrive in the late evening (plausible). After a labor lasting approximately 40 hours (um, what?!), your child, a boy (plausible), will be born. Your baby will weigh about 8 pounds, 6 ounces (likely), and will be 19,19-1/2 inches long (okay...). This child will have dark gray eyes (hmmm) and fluffy black hair (wth?).
 
I know it's just for fun, but fluffy black hair and 40 hours of labor.  Sorry, Madame Zaritska, not buying it. Besides, you said Cole was going to be like, 16 inches long.  A 16 inch long, full-term baby?  Now you're just making stuff up.

Conversations w/Cole

Me:  What does a cat say?
Cole:  Meow.
Me:  What does a dog say?
Cole:  Meow.
Me:  What does a bear say?
Cole:  ROAR!  Meow.

Sharing the Spotlight

So Cole knows what the tripod is now.  Everytime I get it out to do my belly pic, he goes and stands in front of the door saying "picture!"  So we have to take one together.  And, as you can tell from the previous post, he won't let me take one by myself.  Is he stealing the spotlight from Baby B or trying to share it? 
I struggle with how I'm going to handle having 2 kids and make them both feel special and loved.  We are calling this baby "Baby B."  Is that setting this baby up to feel like second best?  I sure hope not.  I know it will come to us, but I just hope we can always make our kids feel like they're loved unconditionally and equally.

17 weeks

Okay, weird thing I just noticed...
When I set up the tripod, I know that the camera is a little crooked.  But, why don't I look crooked?  I mean, you can see the lines in the door are crooked...am I having a stupid pregnancy brain today?
 L to R:  last week, this week, 17 weeks pregnant w/Cole