Please tell me why...

so many women find it necessary to ask dumb questions?  The dumbest one that I have gotten EVERY single day for at least two weeks "are you sure you're not pregnant with twins?"  I know I'm huge in front, and it looks like this kid should have been out a week ago, but come on don't they think that I probably already feel huge and wish this kid was out a week ago? 

Some women really need to keep their comments and questions to themselves...at least all the ones I've ran into the past two weeks!  There's nothing wrong with asking about a due date or the gender, but please don't rub it in!

Down to the one week

disappointment appointments.  I had my doctors appointment today and let's just say that I wasn't too excited with the news. Why do we as expectant mamas expect great news like "you're dilated to a three and he can come anytime now."  Nope, not me!  I am only dilated 1 cm and only 40% effaced.....this kid just wants to bake inside of me for who knows how long.  

As the nurse was checking the heart rate she looked at me strangely and said that she didn't think the baby was even in position and that he looked like he was lying sideways.  Oh Lord have mercy on me!  She was telling me that there were two options and one was for me to see another doctor who would attempt to move the baby into position.  All I could think was that she was crazy if she thought I would go through pain like that.  I can't imagine a doctor continuously pushing on my stomach until this child decided to move, if he wanted to move!  She then started pressing my tender stomach all over and found that the baby was in position and that nothing would need to be done after all.  Thank you Lord for your mercy! 

So, I guess that I am grateful that:

• everything is looking the way it should be at this point
  
• my blood pressure and all that important stuff is perfectly fine
  
• baby Dominique is growing right on target 
  
• I have had a healthy and smooth pregnancy that I so easily take for granted, shame on me!
  
• God will bring him into this world when he's done baking
  

18 more

days, and this little one should be on his way.  I am more than ready to birth this child and have a normal functioning body.  

A body that can:

• breathe normally without running out of breath to do just about anything:  to pick something up, eat, go up the stairs, talk on the phone, cut material, sew, ugh the list goes on!  
• appropriately circulate my blood and not swell the upper half of my body up because of how baby Dominique is laying on my arteries
• turn over in the middle of the night without having to figure out  how to sit myself up to turn around
• can digest food normally and not keep me up cursing the chocolate covered raisins that are sitting in my throat that I ate before going to sleep at 4:20AM
• actually take a shower without knocking everything off the shelves when I turn around and hit it with my huge belly
• normal skin, that isn't full of "chickenpox" as Symph keeps telling me.
  

Oh, the list could go on and on with each day that he chooses not to arrive early!   I am just glad that he isn't here yet because I've got a grip of things to make him and need the time, not to mention orders for BellaSymphony!

And so it works

goodness, the Leapster turned on and now she has a her game back!  What a great learning experience, it was down for a day.  Seriously, I'm glad it's working again, but couldn't the agony of it not working lasted a bit longer to teach her a lesson?

Lord Have Mercy

before I choke this child!

Symphony has just figured out how to use her Leapster that she has been playing with for close to a year now.  She is just overtaken by it at times, and I can't complain because it's a great learning tool for her and better than TV.  Today, she would not put the thing down, and I continued to tell her she needed to get ready to take a bath, but this new game on her Leapster just consumed her.  I made it clear that afterwards she could play the game, and that no toys, especially the Leapster where to go into the bathroom.  I told her three times to be specific and off she was into the bath tub.  

 As the girls played and laughed, their time in the tub was up and I went in to wash them up and get them ready.  Hmm...I thought to myself that they were old enough to know better than the puddle that was on the floor and carpet, but something else immediately caught my eye....the freakin' Leapster!  So I kinda flew off the handle about being disobedient and purposely not listening to me by bringing in the Leapster.  Little did I know that the next answer wasn't going to make things better.  I asked Symphony why the Leapster was in the bathroom and she told me that she wanted to play with it and so she took it into the tub....hence the water on the floor next to the Leapster!  I picked the thing up and it was drenched and dripping water.

Ok, I couldn't contain myself because not only did she straight out disobey me, but now ruined a pretty expensive toy that we had taken great care of.  I tried to turn it on in hopes that it would work, but no dice, and more fuel to my fire! I made it clear that the Leapster was very expensive, and that papa didn't work for nothing when it comes to getting special things for her.  In case you don't know, Symph has a memory that is amazing, and she let me know that papa didn't buy it for her, it was her Vovo and Vavo.  So here's our yelling match:

B:  Now it's ruined and you don't have a Leapster

S: That's okay, I'll just ask Santa for another one

B: Santa doesn't bring disobedient kids the same toys again when they are irresponsible

S: Then someone in the family will buy it for me

B: (flame just fueling) the family will not buy you one after I tell them that you purposely disobeyed me!

S: Fine, I'll wish on a wishing star

B: Wishing Stars don't work in this case! 

I was so upset, and she was too (crying), that I didn't punish her.  I figured she had enough with just our yelling match!

When Dom came home I told him quietly about our incident and immediately he started with her.  He pretty much gave her the same talk, with a bit a of a calmer tone when Symph came back with this:

S: You know, #1 Uncle Henry taught me something bad.

D: What are you talking about?

S: He told me "just forget about it"

D: What are you talking about?

S: just forget about it, forget about the Leapster

oh my, this little one knows exactly how to use and say things in the appropriate context and right time!   Dom was putting his keys away in the pantry when she was saying this and had to cover himself behind the cabinet to contain his laughter.  Needless to say the conversation was over and again, no punishment.

We are thankful that God has given us our minds to reason, but really, at such a young age?   :)

Only 24 More Days?

Oh my, the panic is setting in as reality is starting to hit that I will be having my son very soon! My body is beyond ready to birth this little one, and he has been the hardest on me of all my pregnancies (as if I've had so many...a total of three!).  My back is wasted and I can only hope that it's because I'm ready and that he's not flipped around the wrong way like Bella was, giving me back labor pain that made it's way through the epidural.

I am in constant worry that I won't get to the hospital in time and the hubby finds it somewhat comical.  I don't think he would had he gone through the labor pains that I have.  Bella's labor started and within an hour I was at the hospital and dilated to a 6, mind you that there's no epidural given after a 7.  This is my fear, that I will feel the pain because I wasn't able to get there in time to have an epidural.

As I just ramble on for my own sake, I am very excited to the new world of having a boy will bring.  I see some boys that are just amazingly like my girls who have been so much joy without emergency room trips or a torn up house, and then there are the others who are just bouncing off the walls non-stop.  Oh Lord please give me patience I'll if you give me a boy that bounces off the walls because You know I will more than need it!

A Walking Miracle Alright

Last Thursday we had a surprise night planned for Symph and her cousin Isaiah.  Jess had called and asked if we wanted to go to John's Incredible Pizza to celebrate the birthdays of these little kiddos, and we were in!  Who could resist the fun to be had?  I rarely tell my little ones about plans we have until the day of the event, or until we are on our way.  

So our time to meet up was at 7PM and so it was time to get the girls bathed and all that fun stuff.  As they were washing up, I told them we were going to a surprise with their Tios, and that we were going to have a really fun night.   At 4PM I sat here brushing Symph's hair when the phone rang with Jess on the line.  She told me we had to reschedule our plans (oh great was my first thought, I already built up the kids excitement), so I questioned why  and if everything was okay since her voice was so shaky.  The news was not good news, I thought I might deliver on the spot!

Apparently my brother fell off his motorcycle on the freeway and was in need of her to take him to the hospital...why use the ambulance, right?  I think it was a bit of shock going through his body, but like a loving wife she went and picked him up from the side of the freeway to take him to the hospital.  Thank God that my brother was surrounded by angels and protected beyond what we could even imagine.  His bike came out from under him while he was riding at 60-65 mph and he walked away with only bruising and road rash, nothing a little Vicadin can't kill.  

The fireman told my brother he was a walking miracle, and we could not agree more.  Like one of his acquaintances told him, "good thing your homeboy Jesus was watching out for you."   

The girls say that tio is no longer allowed to ride his motorcycle, so let's see how long we can persuade him to stay off of it.  For now it seems like his road rash would keep him away a bit.  I will post pictures of all his protective gear that took all the beating for him, once I get them from him.

Happy Birthday to You and a Very Merry Unbirthday to You!

Symph woke up early this morning to be surprised with breakfast in bed, a cute little tradition that my precious friend Ruby and her family have carried on.  Although we didn't do it in the healthiest manner by any means, Symph was so very giddy and excited.  We ordered her balloons and Dom picked them up, very early in the morning, and tied one on to her tray filled with sweet yumminess for a big 5 year old.  Her "breakfast" included her favorite cereal, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, chocolate pudding with whip ceme to hold the candle in place, oreos, and milk.  I know, I know, super unhealthy, but it's her day to be the princess!

Bella woke up as we brought in the tray with a lit candle, and she just giggled and giggled thinking it was the best thing ever.  Dom and I decided to do a Very Merry Unbirthday for her and still let her celebrate like her sister.  We had two little princesses with breakfast in bed!

We love you Symph, happy birthday to you!

Here's to 5

I cannot even believe that this day has come so quickly and am rather sad, but so very blessed and grateful!  My beautiful Symphony is the big 5 year old today and I can only wonder where time has gone to.

I remember the day we found out we were pregnant and how so very excited we were that we had to tell our parents at that instant.  We invited them over for dessert and gave them a gift to open after showing them a positive pee stick...how sweet of us to share that unnecessary positive, huh? 

We have been blessed with so much joy, love, laughter, and being able to at times see through the eyes of a child through this little girl, who is blooming more and more each day.  Lately she has just been overflowing with personality doing her funny little dances out of no where, and cracking jokes that she makes up and are so funny to her.  She is so very excited about being a "big 5 year old" yet makes it very clear that she will never move out,  she has pinky promised this to me over and over. Her little mind is overflowing with questions that she wants real answers to and lately she has been bothered by the issue of death.  She is questioning so much and it just makes us see how very smart she is and how often it is overlooked because she is our baby who is growing up way too quickly.

We have been blessed to have been entrusted with her little life, and to have such a beautiful little girl not only on the outside, but on the inside too. She has a heart of gold and is so very special to us. 

Happy 5th Birthday my Symphony!

We are having a very small surprise birthday party for her on Friday for our immediate family and I thought that surprising her with decorations when she came downstairs in the morning would be fun for her, not to mention that it would make it one less thing to do on Friday.  

She was asleep on the couch and I turned off all the lights and I guess she decided it was time to come upstairs, so I was keeping her from going back down to keep the surprise.  Well, apparently she told Dom that she already saw all the decorations but that she would act surprised in the morning!  Where in the world does a little one learn about pretending to be surprised?  

She really wanted an Alice in Wonderland party, which is a whole other story, so we ran across this pretty cool stuff from a really cool blog!  We made roses and "painted the roses red" and made lots of mushrooms!  I have just a few more items to cross off my list to make it a fun little surprise birthday party for her!

Is this necessary?

Nesting,  I can't handle it!  Really, do I need to be waddling and losing my balance and then climbing up on a chair to reorganize a cabinet that had chips that don't belong there?  My whole day was filled with unnecessary reorganizing.  I started from breakfast, took a break while we home schooled, and then continued until 8:30PM when I realized I hadn't made dinner yet!

I don't know how much longer I can put up with this when all my body wants to do is rest and recline my achy feet.  Maybe it's a sign that he's coming sooner than I thought...I can only hope that this is the case!

Now, on my list of things to do was list lots of new things on Etsy....so here I am blogging between my photos loading!  I need to throw that list away!

Happy Birthday Avu Domingos!

Today we celebrated 74 years of goodness with my hubby's dad, family, and some friends.  There was lots of yummy food, a pinata filled with goodies,  some games, the birthday boy's cake, and of course, presents!

This man has been such a blessing to us, our girls, and our family as a whole.  We are so thankful that God has given us an Avu as special as he is!

A special treat....

After a very long evening with our little family, my mom picked me up to spoil me!  Oh, the joys of being pregnant! She picked me up in the morning for a treat of pumpkin bagels & pumpkin cream cheese, and a pumpkin latte...so very yummy!  I really enjoyed this time alone with her, just mom and daughter time, and wondered why it was so far and few between.  I really need to make more special times like these with her.She dropped me back off at home and was a whirlwind of help to me.  I quickly sat down and whipped up a gift for a birthday party, while she: 

• took my girls a bath 
  
• dressed them in their costumes 
  
• cleaned up my downstairs 
  
• picked up in my kitchen.   
  

What a tremendous help she was to us all on that day.

Once I was done making the gift, I got into costume too, as the Queen of Hearts.  I had made Dom the Cheshire Cat, but lets say a 10 minute effort isn't good enough! ha!  He opposed to wearing the silly mask, and missed out on our family theme.  My mom quickly took some pictures of us....enjoy!

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