Baby #3! It's a....(!)

Oh baby, oh baby. Yes, I guess it’s that time again…we’re having another baby!

Holy surprise, batman.

I should probably mention that when Isla turned about one, I got rid of all of my maternity clothes and a whole load of baby clothes and gear. 

I was free, man. Free. Done having kids forever.

Well, anyway.

Baby #3 is a boy!

We’re so super stoked about this. Isla is such a little tomboy that I think this family dynamic is going to work out frenetically, if not fantastically. 

At about 21 weeks, I’ve certainly gotten over the shock of this little unexpected bundle of joy and I’ve fully moved into the realm of overly excited. Plus, the little guy is getting wiggly and that’s just so thrilling.

We’ve taken to calling him Big Bob because my belly is like, out of control. I know it’s the third time my uterus has hosted such a creature, but really…it didn’t need to get that big that quickly, now did it?

That's a mere 19 weeks!

Now onto Finn’s reaction(s)…first, he was confused and thought Isla was in my belly. Then we moved on to just calling the baby Isla whenever I asked. 

Finally, he’s convinced that he IS having a baby brother but its exact location is a little unclear. As he told me, Mommy, your baby brother is in my belly! And it’s stuck!

Oy vey, Finn. Your baby brother is stuck in my belly and good gracious I will never tell you how that baby is going to be unstuck. Ever.

Ever. 

Isla doesn’t know, nor does she care, nor will she care if I know her (which I’m moved, I do). 

That girl is interested in one thing: doing her own thing whenever she feels like it. Climbing up on top of the TV? She’s doing it sneakily. Crawling under chairs at a restaurant? That happened today and I didn’t even know it was happening. 

Here are the lovely ultrasound pictures we got yesterday for all those interested!

 He's already a looker, don't you think?

I'm the Tim Gunn of This Household...

Let's just start this off by saying that Finn really loves the color red. So much so that this morning he picked out these awesome jeans, a red t-shirt and a red sweater. Needless to say I had to tone that down ASAP:

Oh man, things are busy around here. With my school and Finn's school and life being crazy and whatever, I am so tired. And, to enhance my children's chances at becoming amazing artists I made a craft box. A box. Full of crafts. The kids are all over it all the time. Glitter, paint, masks, pom-poms, GOOGLY EYES. It's tops, man. It's also exhausting...I'm cleaning up neon colored craft paraphernalia all the time.

And then there's Isla (who is thankfully submitting to pigtails more often, lessening her urchin-like appearance a little more:)). She is such a scoundrel. She's been religated to wearing a backpack with a leash on it any time we go out. Because she loves to run away from me. And climb out of large shopping carts. And talking to strangers. And hiding in department stores. And escaping her stroller.

She drives me crazy. But I love her, so I'll take it. And Finn's caught on, because he knows that if I'm distracted he needs to grab her shirt. And if she tries to run away he pulls her over. It sounds cruel but I actually think it's very noble of him. Isla trying to run into the street? Not on his watch!

Oh, and it's my birthday next week!  And to celebrate the universe decided to schedule the Pretty Little Liars Halloween special the day before so I could get my party on early. Thank you, universe.

And now, I must get back to writing a paper about something that I'll figure out hopefully soon. It's all seeming a bit futile at the moment, but I shall persevere!