moving day...week... month

2 boys.
2 beds.
1 room.

2 sides of the room.
1 sound machine.
2 nightlights.
2 parents.

The numbers make it seem so simple.  Place Boy B into bed in Boy A's room.  Pat, pat.  Lullaby.  Kiss, kiss. Goodnight.

Not so fast.  Oh, Peter how you did spoil us! Moving you into the big boy bed/room was a gradual process but one that went very smoothly, if memory serves.  Perhaps that's the problem.  Perhaps my memory is shot.  Because common sense doesn't seem to be guiding me very well these days.

Naptime is atrocious.  All he wants to do is play so he's restless and active for an hour or more before he finally gives in, and that's only if I've not already given up and left him in the baby bed.  After the bedtime struggle that includes at least one follow-through on the threat to take him back to the baby bed (pure torture in his mind now that he's tasted sweet freedom), he finally settles down for the night.... or the majority of the night. Poor Hayes is the light sleeper of our partnership so he's dealing with the early rising while I snooze through to morning.  Bless that man. 

Davis has spent countless hours in there.  It's his favorite room in the house.  Nothing new except he's allowed to have his blanket in there with him.  Well, that and his brother is snoozing 8 feet away.  As in, Peter is comatose under his pillow fort, oblivious to the up-down-shake the curtains-knock over books-climb out of bed and peek out the door then run back to bed giggling as soon as the grown-ups head down the hallway-kind of game we've been playing here lately.  At least one of us is getting good sleep, right? 


2 weeks into this process and I'm ready to move to a house with another bedroom.  Why oh why did we sacrifice that other bedroom for a bathroom?! Oh yeah, so I could fit into the shower at 7 months pregnant [among many other reasons].  Silly, silly me.  Clearly not thinking ahead. 

Onward we trudge.  With the bebe coming in just over 2 months, I've got incentive and willpower.  Even Davis can't compete with me there! 

status quo

I gave up Facebook for Lent this year in an effort to refocus that time and energy on more productive activities.  Nonetheless, I still found myself contemplating daily events in terms of the ubiquitous status update.  A few notable tidbits:

• I can't bring myself to confess how much Coca-Cola I drank today. (Okay, maybe that one came up more than once...)
• My baby boy now tells me he loves me [I-uh-yoo].  I guess I'll forgive him for 'measuring' my belly and saying,"wow."
• At the end of Peter's most challenging (read: uncooperative and aggressive) day in quite a while, he still asked to bless everyone on Earth.
• Speaking of nightly prayers, the first person Davis lists to bless is our baby.
• Peter has decided he's going to marry Aunt Callie.  For real.
• I officially weigh as much as my husband.  No, it actually doesn't make me feel better that he's in training for triathlon season.   
• It's getting quite difficult to do laundry, weed, bend, lift, hold, get up, get down, or bathe the boys.  Soooo.... it's going to be an interesting (and apparently quite stinky) spring.  
• Seeking a shirt that reads, "Yes, I am absolutely sure that there's only one in here."

Peterisms:

• Once upon a time there was a baby girl named Mommy. That's you.  She was in Nanny's belly and then she grew and grew.  When the doctor did a special surgery she came out and grew to be 79 years old and became a grown up.
• Despite several discussions about how our baby will be born via surgery:  "Mommy, are you going to poop the baby out?" [I spit out my drink.]
•  I'm all exhausted from resting.
• [sick] Nanny can you send me a get well card?

easter

Spending the weekend at the lake has been a luxury that we have not fully utilized in the past couple of years.  What with weddings and birthday parties and ear infections and thingsthatcomeup, we simply haven't been down there as often as we'd like.  With the boys at these particular ages, though, it's like having Disney World to ourselves.  They are both familiar with the house and the rules of the dock, etc. They are comfortable enough in the water to keep me from lurching forward every time they come within 12 inches of the dock's edge.  (Although I admit I still have to resist the urge).  It's a change of scenery that requires little packing and no more planning than the usual grocery shopping I'd have to do at home anyway.  Reenie keeps the place stocked for all of us (clothes, food, drinks) so we could theoretically hop in the car and go, as long as we stop for Peter's precious milk and Davis's bananas.  We're set.

So this Easter weekend we had the added and unexpected bonus of Hayes having Good Friday off.  Thursday night we fought rain and traffic to get there but woke up to a beautiful morning on the lake.  Basically from then on, the kids hardly wore clothes, they threw sticks into a fire, they fished, they went on nature walks, and Davis got scratched up from head to toe but loved every minute of it.  We had boat rides and Easter egg hunts and baked and cuddled and watched TV.  It was pretty much another perfect weekend with the Bryants. 

In his underwear for an egg hunt - but happy as a clam

Do these stripes make me look fat?  (Awful picture, but you see how huge I am.) 

 

Digging for treasure

He is one tough cookie - every limb is scraped and scratched up!

Unprompted!?!

Looking for sticks to throw into the creek

I don't have a lot of pictures from the lake because I decided not to carry the camera with me everywhere.  I'm determined to get some practice as I haven't been taking too many pictures lately and I need to hone my skills before Baby Boy arrives.  Oh yeah!  He has a birthday!  If all goes according to plan, we'll have a baby early on June 29, 2012.  I know, I know.  How much bigger can I get?  ;)

God willing, we'll get to find out!

good friday indeed