A Son's Love

Lately Max and I take turns telling each other we love each other more than...... fill in the blank.

A common exchange will sound like this:

Me: I love you more than cookies.

Max: I love you more than chocolate cake.

Me: I love you more than Star Wars.

Max: I love you more than pizza.

Etc. etc. etc.

Today Max told me this:

"I love you more than farts!"

I guess I should be glad I rank so high.

Cute or Crap?

I really want to have some cute, girly art for Lucy's wall by the crib. But, I don't want to spend hundreds of dollars and I need it to fit the colors that are already in the room.

So, today I spent some time in Hobby Lobby and came home with this...

I'm hopeful that I can make something cute and personal to give Lucy's space a little girly touch in a room that screams boy. I'm not sure if I can pull it off, but I hope with Lane's help and advice, something beautiful can be created.

Or, I just wasted a whole lot of money at Hobby Lobby to make crap...

Cute or Crap? Only time will tell.

Wordless Wednesday: Retro Edition

This, That, and The Other

I've been mentally trying to wrap my brain around what I need for Lucy to be brought home.

We are in the process of slowly moving things around in Maddox's room. That way when we bring a crib in there it won't be a sudden transition of this was your room and now it is not. We still need to remove a chair (the one that has been the time out chair, I've been trying to get him to sit on his bed), and move some stuff around on the walls. I'm not ready to purchase a crib yet. I'm thinking March will be a good time for that purchase. I know what I want, I'm just not ready to buy.

I've been rolling around in my brain all sorts of different decorating ideas. We are using a quilt made by Vicki's late cousin Ethel as the basis of colors and such. It is a beautiful bunny quilt and I've loved it ever since it came in the mail for Max. I'm planning on making some cute pieces of art for the walls and I'm thinking her name will be above her crib.

I go back and forth on whether to make her a mobile. I've seen several ideas that I've LOVED that I think would be easily replicated. But, Max was addicted to his Winnie the Pooh mobile and part of me thinks that I should just use it again, even if it isn't quite the look I want.

I have a short list of "need to gets" before she arrives.... there really isn't that much she needs. I showed off my clothing purchases earlier this week, but those certainly weren't needs, that was just fun!

Slowly I'm becoming organized. I even put pen to paper and wrote out all the thoughts that have been tumbling around. I keep telling myself there is a long time till May, but I just don't want to put everything off and be sitting there at the end of April with a list a mile long. Plus it is fun to prepare for our new little bundle!

Sick Boy = Sad Mama

There is nothing worse than your child being sick. You can't do a whole lot for them, they look so sad, and you know they feel like crap.

Okay, there is one thing worse than your child being sick.

Your child being sick when there is snow on the ground and they want to make a snowman. And it just isn't going to happen.

Try explaining that to a three year old.

I'm hoping it is just a little feverish cold and with some good rest and lots of fluids, Max will be back to normal tomorrow.

Time Passes

I go back and forth about getting ready for Lucy. Part of me feels like we have all the time in the world to prepare for her arrival. Part of me feels like we need to get things done now because May will be here in the blink of an eye.

I went through all of Max's baby stuff. This brought supreme emotional turmoil. I am so excited for our baby girl's arrival. I'm excited for the love and joy she will bring into our little family. But, I am hit daily with the growth of my son; never more so than when going through his old baby clothes. He was at one time the baby kicking and squirming in my belly. He was the baby we were dreaming of and anticipating the impending arrival. Now he is an almost four year old who is delightful but becoming oh so grown up.

Looking at the clothes we brought him home from the hospital in created such an ache in my heart. I realized how quickly time is passing and wished for a moment I could hit pause and stay at this place forever.

I know this is an impossible wish, but I also know it is one all mother's experience when they look at their babies and see the adult that they will soon be. Is it melodramatic? Absolutely. But knowing that I'm being overly emotional and slightly irrational doesn't take away the sadness.

I love the boy Maddox Andrew is, but there are times I long for the baby he was. Soon, Lucy will be here and I cannot wait to savior those precious moments with her. I've learned all to well, that as cliche as it sounds, it will pass all too quickly.