Catching up with time

So today I want to share with you the laughter my son has brought into this house. He is a riot! So lately he is acting like such a two year old, screaming and crying and falling on the floor when he's mad, but when he is cute, he is SO cute.

He has decided that he doesn't eat anymore. I will ask him and he will always say no and If I try to feed him he will pick at it and then get down. So, lately, when he actually IS hungry, he comes up to me and says, "My tummy hurts"

This is awesome, because now any time he wants my attention he fakes a mortal injury. "OW!" and he holds his body part and he whines and he throws a fit. I'm choosing to ignore him for his own sake and he just stares at me in wonder. "My eye hurts." "My arm hurts" *crocodile tears*

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The other day he dropped a peach on the floor during dinner. We told him we could clean it up afterward. When he got down from the table, he bent down and grabbed something off the floor. With a mischievous smile he quickly shoved the peach in his mouth. As if I would have stopped him. It was very funny

one more, 

So there we are sitting at a wrestling match watching Jake's cousin when Bentley grabs his diaper and says, "My poopy hurts!" he'd already had a bowel movement that day, so I was a little confused, but I went up the stairs and changed him next to the trashcan to find that he was erected. It was nothing big, I just changed his diaper and said, "You're okay, you're not poopy." We went and sat down next to Jacob's cousin, Natalie, and started watching the match again when suddenly Bentley says (with complete wonder) "Where poopy go?" 

Natalie, totally unaware of the situation, said, "Where did your poopy go? Did it fall on the floor?"

After a mental image of Bentley's "Poopy" falling on the floor I just about fell over laughing. Poor kid. I cannot have him growing up thinking that is what we call a "Poopy".

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Oh man, before I started writing this I had so many funny things to say, but I think some of you have heard them already and the rest have fled my mind. 

Our new method of discipline is usually one of two things 1. I ignore him. I'm not very good at that one and 2. He sits on the stairs until he can be happy. Something I picked up from Blythe. It seems to work okay for the most part. He has always sat on the stairs when was upset with me before, so encouraging him to do it until he can be happy might be good for him. 

This week has been a good one. It's was so nice having Jacob home for awhile, we miss him dreadfully throughout the week. He's gone all day and doesn't come home until nearly Bentley's bedtime. He is so amazing! He works so hard and he doesn't ever complain that he has to get up at five so he can go to school, or that I stopped making his lunch (because I'm a lazy woman) or that I still want him to come home and play with Bentley and take out the trash and etc... He is wonderful. I certainly married up. 

Today we have our second appointment for baby #3. I'm thinking names like Alycsaundera, Menorien, Jacynth and Copper.



Joke. I just wanted to see if I could get your jaw to drop. 

Anyway, just a routine heart check and belly check, pee in a cup, kind of visit. 6 more weeks until our ultrasound at 18 weeks. We'll be at the high risk Dr. for that, but I hardly think it's necessary. If we have a less than  1% chance we will ever have Trisomy 18 then I think we should just proceed as normal. Then again, the ultrasound is a little longer and more detailed, so, I guess a little more out of pocket can't hurt. I did refuse the genetic testing. I know some people are okay with Amnios, but I certainly am not. The doctor looked at me like I was crazy last time. He just mentioned genetic testing and I said, "thanks, but no thanks." Apparently he is not the most loved doctor at this new place I'm going to. I'm supposed to see one of the better ones today. I wish I didn't have to see them at all. I have not grown overly fond of doctors this last year. It's probably not their fault, but I just...have little love for their bedside manner, I suppose.

I've been writing articles for WritersDomain. They pay 3.30 and article. Since I'm going to Texas on the 21st I've been trying to write a few extra to bring in a little more money, make up for the money spent going on vacation. It will be fun. I haven't seen Brittney for quite some time! And her baby is growing up so fast! Stop it! Just stop growing! okay, don't stop. He is a happy reminder that I have a child who is not present here. He is a good reminder of how old she would be. I don't think about it all the time, so when I have to think about it, I think of Lucas. :) It will be nice to see Madison too. Bentley  is always looking for someone to play with. I hope they play well together. A week is a long time to be stuck with a friend you don't like. On both accounts. 

Anyway, life is good. We're all healthy. The baby is 193 days away. Which sounds like so little for some reason...even when Jully 22 sounds so far away. Just make it to Texas, then to the Williams arriving, then to the Ultrasound. After that, hopefully, Utah will start to warm up and I'll get outside with Bentely and Spring will melt into Summer and before I know it I'll be holding a beautiful or handsome, baby in my arms. 1 9 3 d a y s a w a y.

Come quickly.


Courtney