life is happening.

We went to Knott's Berry Farm this week with PaPa Gordie.
Owen's first amusement park at 9 days old.

brothers

Wyatt is doing good with baby brother. He has asked me a few times if he could be a baby again.
He hid from us the other day for so long that we thought he ran down the street or was abducted. He was right in front of me as we were walking and turned the corner into the yard and disappeared, MY HEART STOPPED. My neighbors were looking for him, Pa got into his car and drove off in search of Wyatt, my mom and I were looking all over and then my grandma looked for the 5millionth time in the downstairs guest house and there he was, he jumped out and tried, well succeeded at scaring her. What a little shit. I was scared, furious, and then relieved all within minutes and then furious again.
Tonight he crawled into the co-sleeper with Owen while I went to the bathroom.
I thought being a single mom was TOUGH, but being an outnumbered  single mom is way harder.
He promised me  that he would never be naughty again... broken heart. I love him.

putting baby in a corner!

Not literally!!

  geez...

I'm getting the baby's area (little room) ready, starting to wash clothes and register-all that good stuff.

I've been in slow motion with this pregnancy. 

I'm excited to meet this baby but I feel if maybe I take my time, time will move slower. 

ummm? NOT SO MUCH. 

I know I know, it doesn't make sense. 

It's as you would imagine, I'm in fact running out of time. 

ahhhhhhhhhh!

Pictures to follow soon, well, whenever I get my butt in gear!

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oh so funny...

Wyatt has been saying THE funniest things ever this week.

His word of the week is "frickin". 
Obviously he has gotten this glorious word from his dear uncle Matt. 

He said, "mommy, did you know I frickin love you?" 

My heart melted, as horrible as it is that he used the PG version of the "F bomb". 

Oh my goodness. 

Today I said "ouch the baby keeps kicking me!"

Wyatt responded by suggesting that we give the baby medicine.

I love this guy so "frickin" much it hurts!

Am I going to have enough love in me to love another little boy?

What if he's not as cute?

What if he's not as smart?

What if?

Everyone says I'm totally normal for having these doubts, but motherly love is so powerful that no matter what, I will be in love with this baby. Deep down I know I will be in love with this baby but when I'm with Wyatt it's hard to imagine. I feel like I will have to share my love and I know that's not the case, God just gives you more love to use. 

My mom reminded me the other day that when I was pregnant with Wyatt, I feared that I wouldn't love him as much as Brody, my dog. That obviously was not the case. :)