Success part 2

The library card is now his.

Success

Oliver has been working on writing his name, first and last, for the last month or more.  His motivation, besides pride and the fact that he could technically apply for a credit card now, was to get a library card.  His daycare takes the city bus to the public library every Monday.  Kids that can write their name get to apply for a card, check out books and take them home.  H U G E motivation when you are 3.  Actually, it would work for this 39 year old (I can say that for one more week!) if I hadn't already mastered this skill.  Today, Oliver did it.  This is the actual Richland Library application that we'll turn in this weekend.   He is more than proud of himself.  

6 weeks to go

As the weeks pass by I am overcome with anxiousness, excitement, nervousness, crankiness, insomnia (hence the 3 am post) and pure joy.  The baby girl in my belly is growing so fast and moving so much I wonder if my other organs don't like the new neighbor.  Some days it feels like she is using my bladder as a punching bag.  I also can't help but wonder how our family unit and dynamics will be changed forever in a few weeks.  Oliver will no longer be the sole consumer of our attention.  How will that make him feel?  Will he resent her?  Or will he enjoy sharing the limelight with another little person?   Most likely a little bit of both.  Will Anthony and I have any time left in the day for each other or to brush our own teeth? And will we have enough sense to know which is more important? 

My body is preparing me for sleepless nights now, which means I am up for a good 2 hours most nights for no apparent reason, except to get on the laptop and peruse the interweb. It is the only time I get the house to myself, so I should probably just enjoy the quiet and solitude.  But come on?  This has got to be the cruelest joke ever.  In a little over a month, I will be woken up at ungodly hours by a crying baby who will want only me and what my body will be creating for her.  Why now?  Why can't I have 8 hour of uninterrupted slumber now when I can?  Only a man could have designed this preparation method.  Only some one who can't physically provide the nourishment babies need to live.  Only some one who can enjoy uninterrupted slumber ALL the time.   I can sound bitter when I'm up at 3am.  I should go back to bed now.

Sunday walk

Yes, that is a maternity shirt that I am busting out of.

Heading off into a field of sage, the forest of the desert.

Do you see the common theme in these pictures?  Oliver is obsessed with sticks, not that strange for a little boy I suppose.  But does he have to call them shooters at such a young and innocent age?

Easter Weekend

For Easter weekend we drove to the west side to see family.  My dad came in from Illinois to be with us as well.   It was a fast and furious trip, but it was well worth it.  We watched Riley play two baseball games, had two great meals at the beach with Bernie and Oliver got to hunt Easter eggs with his cousins.  Best of all he got to spend time with both of his grandpas in one place.   That doesn't happen often enough.  It was pretty special.  

 

   

 

 Oliver with Papa Mark and Papa Fred - a very rare moment.

Skagit Valley Tulip fields