Warm Weather

Today the weather is beautiful and unseasonably warm. I dressed Aric in his first pair of shorts of the season.

If you can call them "shorts".

Planning Projects

I hit three months this week. Now I wait for the magical moment when the exhaustion and nausea lift and I can begin all of the projects that I would like to accomplish during the second trimester.

Ryan and I were discussing my plans a couple of days ago, because some of my projects won't be possible without his help. I'd like to work on our gardens this year. Since we moved out here two years ago we haven't really done anything to the gardens. The first summer we were inside tearing down paneling, putting up sheet rock, painting and making this house our home. Last summer we were more concerned with this little guy:

This summer Aric is big enough to play outside. We even bought him a baby pool to use when the weather is a little warmer. I can set up the pool nearby and work on our gardens while he plays in the pool eats leaves.

If Ryan digs up our front garden (which is a monumental task since it hasn't been touched in probably four years) then I can transplant some plants from other areas of our yard, add some from the store and I've asked a friend if I can thin out some of her plants and use them for our garden. It has potential and I'm excited about the potential.

We also have another garden that needs some attention. That one won't be as bad, though, since my dad worked on it last summer for me when he was here. I'm just tired of looking at ugly gardens and putting it off because we don't know where God will have us next year. It's time to actually do something about since we do live here after all.

My other projects are interior projects. I need to mud the half wall that Ryan built at the top of the stairs. Then I need to paint it so he can trim it out and finish it. While I'm doing that I will also paint the rest of the family room. It's the one area of the house that we didn't touch when we were painting and remodeling. It's time to do something about it. I'd also like to repaint our kitchen. I've never been happy about the color. It belongs on an ice cream cone rather than in my kitchen. That project is way at the bottom of the list, though, since the room is already painted.

I'm going to quit talking about my planned projects and save my house from pajama boy who is currently trying to tear it apart.

This is what happens...

...when Daddy's in charge of bathtime.

It Won't Get Better

A couple of days ago I changed my Facebook status to:

"Regan doesn't like dropping Aric off at daycare because he cries and breaks her heart!"

It's true, Aric is going through separation anxiety and doesn't like it when I leave. When we first walk into Ms. Autumn's house and I set Aric down to take off his coat; he tries to climb into my arms and clings for dear life. I have to either turn his attention to some toys or Ms. Autumn will take him from me. Either way Aric will cry when I leave him. I know he's going to be fine. In 5 seconds he probably forgets I even left and is too busy playing. It's hard, though, leaving him everyday while he's crying.

Someone wrote a response to my comment:

"I hated those days...now I get "Mommy you need to go" It will get better."

I hate being told that "It will get better." It won't ever get better. It may get easier for some people, but I yearn to stay home and raise my son. Right now it's not an option and I have to break my heart a little everyday when I leave him in the morning. It's not just him crying when I leave that bothers me, it's all of the things that I'm missing out on that I'll never get back. Aric is already 10 months old and I feel time is flying by and I'm missing out on so much. All I can do right now is pray that something will change.

And don't try to find out who posted the comment on Facebook. I've removed it to protect her privacy. I know she meant only the best when she posted it. It just really hit a nerve when I read it.

Haircut #4

Aric had another haircut yesterday. It was his fourth haircut in the past ten months. It's shocking how his hair grows so fast.

Before:

After:

It's just amazing how he's losing some of that baby look and looking more and more like a little boy everyday!

Back from the Doctor

I saw the doctor today. He's certain I'm not having twins. I was already certain I wasn't having twins since I had an ultrasound at 8 weeks. (See photo below of one baby.)

The baby has a good strong heartbeat, kind of fast actually. The doctor joked that it might be a girl. We shall see. I'm allowed to quit taking one of the medications that they had me on for the majority of the first trimester. I'm glad for that since it was unpleasant and expensive. Now if I can just get the exhaustion and nausea to go away...

Can I Chalk this up to End of the Day Bloat?

I'm only twelve weeks along, after all, I can't really be THAT big.

Will Someone Please Tell Me...

Will someone please tell me why I had to attend a Storm Spotter Training class today at work when I work in a room with no windows. Now I can identify a funnel cloud as it is coming through the wall at me.