A Sprinkle For Brooklyn

Thank you all so much!!!

Brooklyn Update

Yesterday, I went for my 32 week checkup. Brooklyn looked great! My blood pressure was low, my sugar levels have been good, and her heart rate was a steady 153. More good news is that she has now flipped to the head-down position. Not too much longer until she makes an appearance!

The only bad news (if you can call it bad) was that I haven't gained any weight, but I blame that on the low-carb diet for diabetes. Take away a girl's cake, cookies, pasta, bread, etc... and its no wonder! Also, I evidently pulled a muscle around my ribs, which is why they always hurt on one side. That explains that one.

Because gestational diabetes babies often arrive early, my doctor has told me to be ready for her to arrive as early as 36 weeks, which is March 7th. I can't believe we are almost to that point! I will admit that I would love to not be pregnant anymore... my ribs and feet are killing me... I don't sleep well... and I'm exhausted all of the time! I can't wait for that to be over. But... on the other hand, I can't believe its already time for me to have TWO little girls in my house. Whew. And I still have a lot to do to get ready.

Savannah is very ready to be a big sister. She asks quite often when Brooklyn is going to arrive and we have had a few interesting conversations about this. Last weekend, she asked me if Brooklyn was going to come out on an airplane. I explained that the doctor was going to help get Brooklyn out of my tummy... and now every time I have a check up, she wants to know if the doctor is going to take Brooklyn out today. Yesterday, she went with me to my appointment and was quite curious about the doctor checking everything, and very concerned about her Momma. She asked a lot of questions and was facinated with the baby's heartbeat. And then she asked for a sucker (she WAS at the doctor, after all!). I also heard her singing in Brooklyn's room the other day and found her rocking her baby doll and singing Jesus Loves Me. I think she will make a fabulous sister soon!

We can't wait for Brooklyn to arrive!

Tuesday Morning Adventure.

Do you have something you are afraid of?
Like... pee in your pants afraid of?!
I do.
I fear mice.

Let me tell you about my adventure this morning.

You see, we seem to have a very inviting house. We invite both sugar ants and mice, apparently.

I blame it on the toddler and her crumbs. [Insert the fact that I found Teddy Grahams in the basket of clean laundry last night.]

Anyway, its not just us, in case you wondered. Our neighbors warned us that this is a great neighborhood in which to live... if you can handle poison ivy, sugar ants, and mice, on occasion.

Lets talk about this on occasion part. I thought on occasion meant... not very often. Not like mice having babies in your house. Not like setting mousetraps as a nightly routine. Ahem. But I suppose it is better than our old neighborhood where we dealt with... rotweilers, drug dealers, and child protective services. [Not like dealt with as in... did business with. Dealt with as in... tolerated.]

Anyway, back to my adventure. This morning, after sleeping blissfully late (thank you, Savannah!), we were happily enjoying our breakfasts in front of the television watching Sesame Street. And then.

There was a noise.

Something was alive in the kitchen.

So...I did what any responsible Mom would do.

I avoided the kitchen until we got thirsty. I bravely ventured in.

And to what did my wondering eyes then appear? A moving mousetrap. Uhm, freaky.

And by moving I mean.... angrily running into walls. Not like... a mild wiggle. Like a sprinting, mad mousetrap. Uhh, this wasn't covered in the stay-at-home-mom handbook.

I know, I know. You want to know what the hero of the story did, right?

I considered sweeping it out the door with a broom. But what if it comes unattached from said trap and... bites me? So then I considered getting a bucket and trapping it under that. But that would require sweeping it out into the open floor, where it could run. Hmm.

So, I took a picture and I blogged. And am considering a mighty plan of action.

[Perhaps it will stay until the hubby comes home, maybe?!]

Every day is an adventure.

UPDATE: Mouse = dead. Uncle Ben = hero. Hip hip hooraaaay!

Kids, don't try this at home.

Apparently... normal sledding is not enough anymore. So, while Savannah made cupcakes...

There were ramps to be built.

I know what you're thinking. Seriously?!

Uh yeah. Me too.

And in case you thought the crazy behavior was confined to the male population...

Let me correct your misconception.

Don't worry. I won't attempt this until I'm about 37 weeks along.

I mean, it has to be better for inducing labor than castor oil.

Just kidding, Mom.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow... again.

Well... its snowing... again (can you sense my enthusiasm?!).

I do have one enthusiastic snow bunny though.

I don't really care for the cold... wet...white stuff. But this makes me smile.

Then Darren made good use of a boogie board. Savannah loved that idea.

She thought it would only be fair if she gave him a turn.

Then she changed her mind.

Tired of the snow. But really love this kid. And her excitement!

Static.

Need I say more?!

Six More Weeks Of Whaaaat?!

As you all know, our friend the groundhog, Punxatawney Phil, emerged this morning and saw his shadow. He proclaimed that we will have six more weeks of winter. Here in our hometown, I believe him. But I can't say that I'm thrilled. However, I do know someone who is. She is two... blue eyes... blonde hair... and has spent most of the morning alternating between watching the snow fall and begging to go outside. Glad you got your wish, girlie!