We're Down One This Week

2 days.

2 days until Sam gets back from his first ever vacation away from us. (He's in Pennsylvania with Pop-Pop and Nana, visiting Bob's grandparents).

I'll tell you what, I miss that little guy. I've been trying not to focus on it too much because I get a little teared up every time we even get off the phone. Sad. I know he's going to seem like a 15 year-old when he gets home. I've kinda gotten used to the almost-three-year-old being the "big kid."

Grey, Bo, and I have been thoroughly enjoying each other this week though. I do appreciate all the one-on-one time I've gotten to have with each of them, especially thanks to my sis, Julie (AJ), our live-in for a couple months. Well I should say I've been enjoying it, who knows what they really think. Every time Grey chooses to misbehave and in turn, chooses a little discipline, he cries for Ebee, or Ya-Ya. I keep assuring him they want him to learn to obey too. I don't think he's buyin' it.

He is so thoughtful though. He asks all the time if Charley is kicking. And the other day he asked me when he's going to heaven. After I gave that explanation my best shot, he asked very sweetly, "are you gunna go wit me?" Ugh, precious.

Bo's busting out with some crazy talk too. That little guy asked me tonight, "is baby Charley kicking?" As in, a 4 word sentence from our almost 19 month-old. Craziness. By the way, there's a lot of talk about the baby kicking around here...obv.

While I've been getting some more concentrated time with the two younger guys, Sam has been having a blast. We're talking ice cream, popsicles, shave ice, tons of fruit snacks, and visits to the pool in the backyard almost every day. He has told me multiple times that he's having so much more fun than me. Probably true.

 

So Sam, I'm incredibly proud of you. I'm choosing to be proud that you haven't gotten homesick ONE time, that I know of...instead of sad that you haven't gotten homesick ONE time :/. I'm proud of the reports of good manners and good behavior. I'm proud of all the cool stuff you're building with racetrack and tiny legos (that we don't play with much at home since a certain two people I know can't keep those little pieces out of their tummies).

I'm thankful you're getting to spend so much time with Pop-Pop and Nana, that you're creating fun memories with them, as well as with Grammy and Pop-Pop, just like Dad used to do. I'm enjoying hearing you ask to talk to your brothers and carry on phone conversations with them, telling them you miss and love them. I'm enjoying hearing them ask about you and saying they miss and love you too.

We're all really ready for you to get home so hurry up and ride safely!

Why is the Pool Water So Cloudy?

Getting packed up to go to the pool after talking it up all morning, only to find out that it's been closed for unscheduled cleaning is quite frustrating.

But at least it helped make this happen...

The Exception to the Rule

As a rule, I don't have a huge problem with people touching my pregnant belly. If you're a total stranger, yes, it's a bit strange. However, if I know you, I probably don't have a problem with it.

This was not cool though.
Slinking towards me, he said, "That's a really big...."
And as I took steps backwards, he trailed off with, "...nevermind."

He was about 6 inches from touching my stomach the other day.
In my book, that's too close of a call.

He's Baaack

Yesterday, while Sam and I were at the pool with Courtney, MCM & LCM, this kid made another appearance.

He greeted me with, "So, are you pregnant, or what?!"
I answered, "Yep, I'm still pregnant." (in a slightly annoyed voice, I've gotta be honest)

Creepy Kid: "How long have you even been pregnant?"
Me: "I've been pregnant for 9 months."

And later.

Creepy Kid: "You don't have rings on your hand! WHY NOT?!
Me: "I forgot to put them on. You don't have rings on your hands either. Why not?"
Creepy Kid: "Uhhh, I don't wear rings on my hands."

And even later.

Sam had been playing with a bush behind the pool chairs. I can only guess that he pulled off some leaves and rubbed them on his head, irritating the skin or scratching it because he started crying and saying "ouch, off, off, ouch, off, off!" You get the idea.
So, I rinsed his head under the shower and took him in the pool to dunk him, thinking the cool water would ease the pain. As I sat on the stairs trying to figure out what was making my kid scream like he was in pain, Creepy Kid broke the last straw.

Creepy Kid: "What's his problem?!"
Me: (A little, ok a lot, fed up with this kid and his underwater surveillance). "Can you just leave us alone for a few minutes, please?"

Next thing I know, the kid is leaving the pool. Oops. I felt pretty bad until Courtney told me his mom had come to pick him up. Whew.

Creeper at the Pool

I attract creepers...I just do. Something about me being pregnant (even though stuff like this seems to happen even when I'm not pregnant) just attracts creepers.

Sam and I were at the pool this morning with my friend Laura. (Yes, this time there was a witness to the creepiness).
We were minding our own business, playing near the stairs when I notice this boy, maybe 13ish, floating underwater very close by...with goggles. So I'm of course suspicious because there's not a whole lot for him to be doing other than looking...at me...underwater.



He pops up and looks at me, with the creepy eyes and asks, "Sooo, hmmm, are you pregnant?"
"Yes I am", I respond while keeping an eye on him AND on Sam.
"For how long? Uh, Imean how far are you?" creeper asks as he eases closer.
"8 months" I say, backing up.
"Mmm, so not much longer then..." he sort of asks.
"Nope, not too much longer" I say backing up some more as he eyes my belly.
It's important to note here that I'm wearing a two-piece suit...which is something I'm currently re-thinking.

I decide it's time to get the heck away from this creepy kid before he reaches out and rubs my belly Sam out of the pool and take a little break for some juice and a snack.

I do and the kid kind of slinks away...if you can slink in a pool.

So we get back in a few minutes later and he comes back.

Popping up from underwater, he asks, "How many are in there?!" It may have just been me imagining it, but I think his eyes were kind of bugging out.

I look up at Laura and repeat his question while sort of laughing.

I tell him there's just one.

He asks if it's a boy or a girl and I tell him boy, intentionally being short in an effort to wrap up this little convo we're having.

Then, he slowly sinks back underwater while I'm left standing there feeling like I showed up to school naked...and pregnant.