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!

I'm Pretending to Type Class Notes Right Now...

And now I’m not writing in this blogsome blog because I have too much going on.

Go figure.

Let’s get down to brass tacks, shall we (you wouldn’t want to sit on those. That would hurt…anyone who gets that reference gets a high five and the knowledge that they spent their high school years well)?

Finn turned three. To prove it, here is a picture of Finn being three:

And to celebrate that magic number he had three parties. Like a boss. A spoiled, spoiled boss. 

To be fair, we had a neighborhood party, a family party and then he won a gymnastics party in a raffle and we couldn’t give that up, could we?!

And because he’s going to be a sports superstar (I’m not so confident…he ran into a door twice this weekend. Coordination and awareness are not his current forte), he got a basketball hoop, a soccer net and the requisite balls to go with them. 

AND he got a twin size bed. He looks so little in it that it is hilarious. Since he moved up to the big bed leagues I got down to serious business and made him a twin size quilt. I’ve never tackled a quilt of this magnitude and it was a challenge. Last night when I finished it, I believe I compared it to sewing a live octopus. Truly unmanageable but the result was fantastic:

 

Isla is cute, right? 

 Her hair is so unmanageably curly that we tried putting her hair in pigtails and as you can see it was fabulous. She tears them out at first chance. Every time. Attempt: failed.

And me? Today, moments ago, I finally got a sugar cookie from Einstein’s that I was lamenting in my last post! I may not be paying attention in class right now, but success! Success all around!

Last but not least and sad but not devastating, we sold our sweet puppy Jussi. That dog needed to be indoors and loved a lot more than we were willing to deal with her hair and slobber. She went to a fantastic home. And now that the weather is nice and there is no dog bowling them over, the kids have absolutely taken to the backyard. 

We’ve got a playground, a kid’s picnic table, all Finn’s new sports gear. The other day they played outside, by themselves in the backyard, while I made dinner.

Glorious alone time. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

I’ll leave you with this picture of Isla’s hilarious selfie. She loves the iPad camera and dang, the camera loves her back  :)

Haters Gonna Hate...And Not Bake Cookies...

We exist! It was the most uneventful summer ever and I had no motivation to write anything. Even to let you know that it was uneventful.

Sorry if the suspense was killing you.

But summer is practically over (even though its still hotter than the devil's butt crack out there. Aaah, imagery) and stuff is finally hap-happening.

Like this big guy...going to school and stuff:

I pick him up from preschool desperate for information on the intricacies and nuances of preschool and all I get is: "I played with toys..." Anything else? "Nope." Friends? "Sure".

Boys.

Isla on the other hand is a little chat-chat-chatterbox. Her vocabulary includes:
-Belly! (as she lifts up either her or your shirt to show you)
-Bouncy! When she wants to bounce on the bed/couch
-Beep Beep! When she gets in her little car/toy/thing

And the usually doggy, daddy, there, etc.etc.

She's a heart-melter this one. A really, really messy heart melter.

And me? Among other things I am back at grad school which is kind of alright but mostly whatever at the moment.

And, just moments ago, I swore in the face of an Einsteins Bagels employee for not having sugar cookies for the past 2 weeks. Not cool.

Do I feel bad? Kind of.

But, ummm, cookies?

Also on the list of Brittany faux pas: I had a meeting scheduled with an academic advisor and I scarfed an everything bagel with chive cream cheese right before. I'm pretty sure even my gum couldn't save me.

I love these guys...

Watch Out For These Guys...

...because they're thick as thieves. 

And when they're together, they're fearless, man. They'll take your ice cream and then splash you with water. Trust me. I know. 

Some Befores, Some Afters...

I'd like to say that I've just been so busy with life that I haven't posted in a while...but really there is just so much nothing going on that its not even worth it.

I even thought I'd make something up just for your (and my) sake but I couldn't cheat you like that...that's not how I roll.

So instead I waited until we finally DID something. We just went to the zoo.

But I took this picture:

And it reminded me how about 1 year ago I took this picture:

 

And then I was like, man, look how grown up Finn is looking! And also, I'm really glad I'm not that fat/pregnant anymore (Cheers for cheekbones!). Growing/shrinking all around!

And since I made that connection I also made a connection with a picture I took of this thing:

 And how 5 (only five...) months ago she looked like this:

And THEN (I'm almost done here...) I realized that I love these growing up pictures because I'm not one of those moms (yet? ever?) that love to cherish how small and helpless their children are. Oh no. I'm more of a proud, look-my-children-can-now-fend-for-themselves-aren't-I-cool-? kind of mom.

And that suits me just fine.

Plus, it means that Finn will soon outgrow his "why?" phase (although, knowing Luke, he might not...). Every. Single. Thing. I. Say. Is answered by "why?".

Why are we going to the store? Why is there electricity in the outlet? Why are you shaving your legs? (Awkward). Why does the balloon float? Why are you eating so many cookies? (Because you keep you asking me all these questions, that's why).

I really truly try to answer honestly but sometimes I don't know the answer and it makes me question my own intelligence.

Other than that the kids are totally groovy. Isla's getting another batch (bunch? herd?) of teeth so that's making life a bit sub-par for the girl. But she's talking a little more and quickly becoming fast friends with her big bro. They share food and toys and everything. Sometimes.

And today Isla got a hold Finn's undies and put them on her head.

So that happened.

They were clean.

Playrooms and General Under Productive-ness...

I really wanted to ride out that intellectual high that one gets from going to school this summer. That way, come Fall, I'd still be in the swing of like, reading and writing and saying intelligent things other than, "do you have to go potty?".

Alas, it was not meant to be. Instead, in the two weeks since I finished (AND PASSED!) my first semester of g-school I have:

-Read TWO Norwegian thrillers (my Scandinavian love has reared it's head once again) (I swore once I started school I'd never read or watch a Scandinavian thriller ever again...)

-Dyed my hair a couple of times.

-Watched the entire run of Freaks and Geeks (oh so very highly recommended). My infatuation with this show has nothing to do with James Franco circa 1999...nothing.

-Watched the first series of Inspector Lewis.

-Read none (NONE!) of the recommended summer readings.

-Run to the top of the 'Y' a million times (once in over 100 degree weather like a boss). It's my new favorite thing to do and I just can't explain it.


-Eaten a lot of ice cream with Finn and Isla because it's how we roll.

I really need to be more productive and start weeding my garden or something. But Summer! It imbibes me with this lazy spirit and who am I to resist? Especially when it's, I don't know, 400 degrees outside.

Approximately.

New hair!:

But we DID redo our office into an awesome playroom for the kids (thank goodness something has been done!)  I felt bad kicking Luke's desk and computer to the proverbial curb but now we share a desk! How cute is that?! Feel free to please not answer.

It's got a canopy, it's got a book case, an easel, desks, chairs, A PICTURE OF ZEBRA. This place is bitchin'. But don't take my word for it. Take a look: