You read a lot when you’re pregnant about being careful of your balance, or lack thereof.  Because you are a lot bigger and constantly changing in size, it’s hard to keep a good sense of balance and it’s important to avoid awkward situations in which you may become thrown off.  You don’t wanna ignore that advice.

If you do ignore it, you may decide it’s a good idea to sign your 2 year old up for a free circus class for a few weeks.  And you may decide that you can handle all the things they do in circus class even though you are pregnant and large, things like getting up and down off the floor a lot, helping your toddler do somersaults, etc.  These things may include assisting your child while he’s hanging on a trapeze just a few feet above a very thick mat, like one of those that are about 1 1/2 feet thick.  If you ignore the advice, you may think it’s ok to stand on this thick mat even though you are huge.  Then, when you start to move around the trapeze you may discover the path is somewhat narrow.  You may step a little too close to the edge of the mat, which may give way a little more than you’d expect due to your extreme largeness.  And then you may use the other foot to step down off the mat so you don’t fall.  But, because you don’t have a good sense of balance, you may not totally clear the mat with the other foot.  And your little toe might get caught on the side of the mat as you go down…and it may try to stay there, on the mat, as your body descends.  When you land you may think you only jammed it, but when you look down and see that your little toe is sticking out to the side at about a 45 degree angle you’ll realize it’s more than jammed.  Then you may start to faint during your child’s circus class.

If you ignore this advice, you may then have to spend the rest of the day in the ER after making your husband come home from work.  You may have x-rays and find out you broke your toe, like totally broke it.  You’ll be instructed to stay off of it for 3 days, which will be virtually impossible since you have a 2 year old.  Then you’ll have to heal for about 4 weeks, making several follow up appointments with a specialist, taping your toe to the one next to it in hopes of straightening it back out, and wearing “only hard soled shoes” for much of your summer, not that you can see how you are to fit your foot in any type of “hard soled shoe.”  And you’ll have to do all of this while being in your third trimester and wrangling a toddler, who, believe me, does not give a crap that your toe has a “big toe boo boo - whoa!”

I’m just saying, if you ignore this advice, it could happen to you.  When pregnant, don’t stand on squishy mats, mats meant to create a sense of safety, because, for pregnant ladies, apparently mats break toes, not falls.

Labels: Pregnant, Tales

We have our first spontaneous phrase.  By that I mean that Sam finally put two words together without our assistance and/or prompting.  Wait, make that a sentence, for it has a noun and a verb, a subject AND a predicate, my friends.  That’s right.  “Daddy…poop.”  Music to my ears.

Labels: Talking, Toddler

My boy turned two this week, and with it came his first phrase. I’ve been worried (as usual) about his speech lately, wondering what the doctor would say at his 2 year check up when I told her he was not yet speaking in phrases. At least now I’ll have a little something to offer even though it took a lot of work to get it out of him. What is it, you ask? “Blue sky.” Otherwise known as “Boo Ky,” because we still have no S’s and no L’s. Regardless, I love this as a first phrase.

I was reading over my birthday post for him from last year and agreeing with everything I wished for him when he turned one - for his childhood to last as long as possible, for him to retain his sense of wonder with the world - it’s all still true. So the other day, when he totally stopped what he was doing (playing with trains) to stand up and gasp at the beautiful sunset outside, my heart was warmed. I love it when Sam sees something that makes him exclaim, “whoa!” usually something big, or even just big by comparison, like a particularly large ant, or when he hears an odd sound and he inhales and looks at me with his mouth wide open and a big smile on his face, or anything that results in him running his silly bouncy run while yelling, “Yay!” And I love that he looks up and notices that blue sky whenever we leave the house.

Before:

And after:

Labels: Birthdays, Talking, Toddler

I’ve had some requests for belly pics. I thought it would be fun to do a comparison of this pregnancy to my first and Oh Dear God was it a mistake to look at the old photos. Not fun.  Torture.  Now I need water ice.  Here is a picture of me at 24 weeks pregnant with Sam:

Now here is a recent picture of me at 24 weeks. I realize The Belly is obscured, but in this case that’s really not a problem seeing as it is freakin’ huge anyway. Dude…Dude. At least my son is hugging me in an attempt to console.

Labels: Pictures, Pregnant