I guess I'm going to have to change the title of this blog .....

…. because Goo #2 will be joining us in January! :)

Our surprise little blessing, who we call “Poppy,” has currently been baking for about 11 weeks.

Some questions we’ve been asked lately:

Are you sick again?

Lucky me, yes, yes I am. We’ve been to the ER twice and have been medicated since week 6. This: http://www.babycenter.com/404_is-it-true-that-morning-sickness-is-a-sign-of-a-healthy-preg_10323716.bc
- makes me feel slightly better, and we’re *hoping* that because this started a little earlier than last time, that it might let up a bit, but so far, no luck. :(

Will you find out what you’re having?

You bet! We actually had an u/s at 10 weeks to make sure it wasn’t twins (Big PHEW! there), and if they could have seen then, we would already know! Alas, it looks like we’ll have to wait for our 20 week screening, sometime in early September.

Any guesses?

At first, it really felt like another boy, but now, I’m not so sure. T says that he “only makes boys,” but he says a lot of things. We’ll see! Either way, we’re hoping for a happy, healthy baby. We ask Goo if it’s a boy or a girl and he says “yes.” Smart kid!

When are you due?

Ironically, on January 19th. This was also my mom’s due date when she was pregnant with me, although I arrived on the 14th. (I’ve always been an over-achiever like that!) Goo will be almost exactly 2.5 years old.

Will Goo and the baby go to the same daycare?

Yes! Thank God. Seriously – Thank God! Our daycare provider was the second person I told, because we love her SO much and really, really don’t want to lose them. Thankfully, by the time Poppy comes, she’ll have room for our little one. Another super big sigh of relief, there! :) 

Does Goo understand?

The short answer is, not really. He LOVES babies, and I have no doubt he’ll be an excellent big brother. I try to explain it by pointing at my belly, and saying “Baby,” but he just points at his and says “Batman,” so ….. :) Gotta love that Goo! Hopefully when my belly is more of a “baby belly,” he’ll start to understand a bit more.

So …. Wish us luck in our new adventure! We’re so excited and (barring the 24/7 nausea) life is good!

Vegas, Baby!

**I keep writing blog posts, and forgetting to publish them. So - lucky you - you get three in one day! Yay! :)**

Earlier this month, Goo's Dad and I took a mini-trip to Vegas while Goo hung out with Cousin C at Grandmas. In all, there were 7 of us that made the trip, this being the only time we all actually stopped to take a photo. :)



The weather was beautiful, (80 degrees with a chance of FUN, according to Goo's uncle R!) and even though I was battling a sinus infection shortly before we left, I thankfully felt well enough to go. The first day, the girls and I hit up an Oxygen bar, which I'm still not convinced wasn't a total gimic, but we had fun. Here's A & I with our nose plug things ...



We saw a couple of shows while we were there (Dragon! Dragon!) and spent some time at the pool, but in reality, the majority of our 3 days was spent wandering around in the sun and seeing the "sights" - many of which will not be suitable for Mr. Magoo for another 19+ years. :) Here's T and Uncle R goofing around by the fountains at the Bellagio:



Get your life together, boys. ;)

I was thankful that my good friend S got to come - a big thanks to her hubby for hanging out with their 3 yahoo's while we enjoyed the sun!



We had a super fun time but were in a hurry to get back home to Goo, although from the sounds of it, he had so much fun with Grandma and Grandpa that he hardly noticed we were gone. :)

Toes

Sometime a few weeks ago, Goo caught me painting my toes. I guess it looked REALLY fun, because Goo plopped down on my lap and stuck his foot out - "Mine?" So - I painted one foot, and kind of forgot about it.

On Monday, I came home from work to T changing Goo's diaper. "Look at his toes!" he says. Thinking that he somehow hurt his foot, (worst-case-sceanario brain), I quickly remove his socks, to find these:



I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. :)

Apparently, Goo's buddy J was getting her toes painted at Daycare that day, and once again, Goo wanted to take part. Our fabulous daycare lady hesitated, not sure how we would react, but he was SO insistent, that they gave in and decided to do it. When they saw that one foot was already done, they figured that was a good indicator that we wouldn't be too worried about it. Ha!

SPRING!

We've decided that fresh air is to Goo what crack/cocaine is to a drug addict. One day last week, I got home from work shortly after T had picked up Goo and found a cranky, crabby kiddo. I asked T what was wrong and he didn't know. I asked Goo what was wrong and he immediately walked me to the patio door, pointing the whole way, and said "SIDE!"



Apparently, he wanted to go outside.



Did I mention that this was the same day Goo came home from daycare in Batman PJs? It was super-hero day! I'm pretty sure my daycare wasn't nearly that fun - lucky Goo!



The coolest part of super-hero day was that Goo learned to sing the Batman theme song, which I was finally (sort of!) able to catch on video:



So since Goo now insists on spending EVERY FREE MINUTE outside, I'd like to publicly thank the Easter Bunny for being so generous this year.



Goo and his Auntie C made out like bandits!!

And speaking of Auntie C, did I mention that she is officially becoming "Auntie C?" I've always wanted a little sister ... better late than never, I guess! :)



Goo isn't really old enough to understand the significance of what's going on, but I'm pretty sure if he did, he'd be as thrilled as his Mama.

Picasso, Jr.

20 Month Tricks

So Goo has been up to some new tricks lately, all of them leading me to believe that we'll be entering "terrible two" territory very, very soon. For example, a few weeks ago, I caught him climbing on something he shouldn't have been. Here's how the conversation went:

• Me (in my very best stern mommy voice): Goo, be careful.


• Goo (continuing to climb, scolding himself): Get down (or "geh dow", if you want to get technical)


• Me (trying not to laugh): You're going to hurt yourself ....
  
• Goo (climbing higher, again scolding himself): No, no!
  

*sigh*

Another "situation" we've been dealing with lately is putting down the toys when it's time to go somewhere. This kid never has a free hand - there's always a matchbox car, an action figure, or an ant (from his "Ants in the Pants" game) clutched in his grip. Whenever we leave the house, I try to get it down to one thing to play with in the car, and it's usually a fight. When we leave the car, though, and take away the one toy that's left - it's meltdown city.

So you can imagine my fear when I picked him up from daycare the other day and he ran to me with hands full. I stalled, talking to the fabulous L as long as I could, hoping he'd lose interest. Nope. No such luck. Bracing myself for a battle, I told Goo we'd have to leave the toys at L's. L walked over, asked Harrison for the toys, which he sweetly handed over. Seriously ?!? Since when ?!?

Again, *sigh*

One important thing to remember about raising a Goo, is that you can't take your eyes of them for one.stinking.second. This gets a bit difficult, while trying to maintain a normal life, where things like cooking, eating, dishes, and other housework sometimes require you to divert your attention for a moment or two. I did make the mistake last night of looking away from Goo while I was running his bath .... well, I'll let the picture tell the rest of this story.

*double sigh*

With all of my fake sighing, though, I have to say that this is SUCH a fun age. We've had to re-arrange some furniture to prevent Monkey McGee from seriously hurting himself, and we REALLY have to watch what we say, but we're having a blast. He's sleeping pretty well (except when we travel), and he eats like a champ, as long as 90% of his meal is meat.

Next up is (maybe?) potty training. There's some intensive potty training going on at L's, and Goo is all of a sudden very interested in the goings-on of the bathroom. We bought him a potty chair last weekend, thinking we'd have to do it eventually, and he may as well get used to it, right? You can imagine our delight when 2 days in, he used it! Genius, I tell you. Never mind that it hasn't happened since, we're still very proud. :)

Bad Mom - Super Bowl Sunday Edition

So I've been told I'm a bad mom for not updating my blog more. Shame on me. It's not like I haven't been busy, you know, being a mom, or anything like that. :P

In any case, we have been quite busy since I last updated ... so - here's my update-in-photos ... enjoy!

Christmas - Alternately titled - Yes, I know we all need haircuts.

We celebrated this year with T's family on the actual holiday and mine over New Years. We ended up getting stranded at the inlaws on Christmas day - gotta love life in ND!

My Birthday! Travis took me out for Sushi, while Goo hung out with the neigbor kids ...

... Who we, in turn, hung out with the next night :)

Travis attended a WWE event with his guy friends and brought Goo home a belt!

Goo colored on the fridge ...

The week before last, we hung out with my friend S's kiddos last week for a night ... (here are 2 of the 3, with 2 of my 3 :)

And finally, dressed Goo up, in a dress. :)

We went to a Sioux game (they lost, but we still had fun! Maybe those 2 foot tall drinks helped?)

Finally, today we hung out with our neighbors, who won an awesome SuperBowl party package from one of our local radio stations. Unfortunately, I didn't get any pics today, but will instead leave you with one of Mr. MaGoo, playing Band Hero. :)

Aren't picture posts the best? :)