Lately my son has been pulling out my shirt and peering in to see what’s going on in there. I always tell him “those are boobies” and he quietly says beeboo and then smacks them or something like that. Anyway, he’s been singing this song lately and I haven’t thought anything of it. He just likes singing and he’s made up his own song so that’s cool. But once I really thought about it, HE WAS SINGING ABOUT BOOBIES!!! The words are “bee boo bee boo” and once I realized it I said boobies and he started singing his song. He’s really clever. The song starts around E after middle C on the “bee” and simply is a major or sometimes minor (he’s not perfect you know) third below on the “boo” : repeat as necessary. There you have it, the boobie song. I probably just made no sense to most of you.
Well, if you’ve read my last blog you’ll know that we found out that we’re having a boy. It was an odd feeling, the moment of knowing. I was so sure he was going to say “GIRL!!” and my baby-making days would be over. Oh well, now i’m going to have “boys” and it’s going to be great. I’m only 23 so I don’t know if I’m doomed to walk this Earth daughter-less. But I don’t want to be pregnant again, nor do I want a third child to bother me, so we’ll see. Sex is a strange thing. I’m trying not to look at it as possibly never having a daughter (which is kinda sad) but I’m seeing it as someone I’m going to love SO much no matter who they are and that’s all that matters. Silas is going to get a wicked playmate too!! One thing I’ve noticed about this second pregnancy, which is happening so closely to the first is the real lack of bladder control! Last night my husband and I were just talking in the kitchen and right then and there I started peeing. “I’M PEEING” I screamed as I ran to the bathroom, only to come out with no pants on because all had been damaged in the incident. My husband just laughs at me. I swear I pee my pants more often now that I did when I was three. And there’s no helping it! KEGALS!!
So we’re still sick here. Silas got his dose of Motrin and Dimetapp before bed which is really nice for him. He can’t sleep with a plugged nose, he needs that for breathing when he’s sucking on his soother! Anyway, it seemed to last till about 5:30 and then he didn’t really sleep much. BRAT!! Anyway, so both of us are sick and not really sleeping and I’m trying to produce life here!! I remember my 10 hour sleeps last pregnancy…sometimes 12. Ahhhh wonderfulness. Anyway, my poor Silas is needing his morning power breakfast (oatmeal, ground flax, berries, wheat germ, goat milk) because he keeps running out of cheerios so i’m going to stuff his face full of food and then take our snotty noses to the grocery store so I can make us some chicken noodle soup! Thanks Roselle for the menno noodles (dunno what else to call them), they’re perfect for my soup…although they do bulk up quite a bit and have turned my soup into casserole! K bye!
In this photo Silas is proud because he’s just conquered the chair! I shouldn’t have showed him that you can climb onto things because it never had occured to him yet. Oh well, he’s cute! This was taken Saturday.