It's hard to believe nearly half a year has passed since I last regaled you with my daily adventures in motherhood and wifedom and other such exciting things. Mostly I blame pregnancy. My sudden disappearance from...well, everything, happened when I got pregnant back in August or so. My energy level went from mediocre (I'm not a naturally high energy person) to non-existent right around that time. Between the nausea and the exhaustion, making sure my toddler was fed, rested, and entertained (we discovered the beauty of Netflix around this time) was all I could handle. My dear husband had to pick up the slack in nearly every way you can imagine. Thankfully, I eventually got some wonderful anti-nausea medicine that worked wonders for my nausea/vomiting! But since it has an antihistamine in it, the exhaustion was a bit worse for the wear. Even now, at the halfway point in my pregnancy, I still find myself yawning incessantly by 8:00 pm. And I only just stopped napping in the afternoons while Logan naps this week. (But of course, instead of doing some laundry or getting dinner figured out, I'm writing a blog with my spare time. Priorities.) On the positive side of pregnancy, I'm feeling a lot of kicks (though this baby is far less active than Logan was) and I can finally cook again now that raw meat doesn't make me gag. We would have found out our baby's gender this morning, but my ever frugal husband thought it best to pay for the ultrasound on next year's deductible. Very practical. Not very fun. So instead of being able to announce whether we're having a boy or a girl this time around, we are waiting for another three and a half weeks. I'm impatient.
Tonight is Parents' Night Out at our church. Four hours (though there's no chance I'll make it till 10:00 tonight) of babysitting for only $5! Needless to say, we took full advantage of the church's generosity and are having our first date night in much longer than I care to figure out. It's going to completely mess up Logan's wonderful 7 pm bedtime, but every once in a while, you just have to roll with the punches. Some people would say, "He'll sleep in tomorrow though!" and they're wrong. It doesn't matter if Logan goes to bed at 6:30 or 7:00 or 10:00... he will be up between 6:30 and 7:00 tomorrow morning. I'd bet money on it. But tomorrow is Saturday, so Travis won't be at work and Logan won't ask me all morning where Daddy is and therefore, everything is going to be OK. Travis had the whole week of Thanksgiving off, and I think it spoiled Logan just a tad. Plus, we were up in Wisconsin with Travis' side of the family for the week, so Logan was constantly surrounded by people. I don't know if toddlers' personalities change significantly over time, but for right now, Logan is beyond extroverted. He's as sweet and calm as you can imagine (mostly) when there are a bunch of people around. But leave him home alone with Mommy all. day. long!, and you're asking for a lot of tantrums and crying and frustration... and that goes for both of us at this point. I think I've gone off on a random tangent again. No big surprise there. I'm trying to catch up on five or so months of writing. Hah. Not really. I won't torture you like that.
Since I've already been talking about Logan, I'm just going to continue on that train. He is, after all, who I'm with all day and, therefore, the only person I have endless stories about. He has finally started talking. He was so focused on walking and running and climbing a while back, that talking fell to the wayside. But now, much to my enjoyment (mostly) he's saying words. Of course his first words (other than Dada) were dog, duck, down, and done. They all sounded very similar, but context clues usually helped us out. He was a bit obsessed with the "d" sound for a while. At some point he threw in Mama, but it took quite a while. I think he was holding out just to torture me. Then came rice, ball, and cheese. Then car. And now he has a ton of words. Water, light, snack, yellow, shoes, book, candy, more, noodles, ice, night-night... and while he will say dog and duck, all the other animals he knows he refers to by their sound: moo, baa, nee [neigh], me[ow], ha ha [heehaw]... and most recently, he learned "baby." :) I'm pretty sure he's going to be quite a talker once he can really talk. He already is, he just doesn't make all the sense. ;) Other than the talking, he desperately wants to take all the balls off the tree, climb everything he can [fridge, wall, crib, dresser, etc.], and play in water 24/7. Also, if I ask him, "Where's the baby?" he [sometimes] points to my much-larger-than-it-was-with-Logan-at-this-point stomach and often will kiss it. Other times he points to my chest. I haven't figured out why.
We are celebrating Christmas next Saturday with my parents and sisters. We rearranged our living room and got a pretty tree and will all enjoy our immediate family Christmas together before the huge family Christmas on the 25th. Logan is very accustomed to skyping with Mimi (my mom) nearly every weekday morning, so I'm excited to see what he thinks when she's actually here. My guess is that it will take him about five to ten minutes to warm up, and then I'll hardly see him after that. The joys of having family around!
It's just about 2:00 pm, and I'm hoping Logan has about another thirty minutes to an hour of sleep left. He recently upped his afternoon nap from a very consistent hour and a half to a wonderful two or three hour nap. It's the nicest thing he's done for me since he finally stopped nursing and started sleeping 12 hours straight at night. [Apparently I value sleep very highly. Hopefully my other child learns that quickly!]
I bought some Hershey's Kisses the other day, and I think it's time to indulge a bit. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas!
