Thank you Mamie and Aunt Emily!

Mamie Moss and Aunt Emily were our special angels last weekend as they came down to help us organize the house, to make room for baby. We have tried to do it ourselves but for whatever reason, just could not make any progress with our work. Little Philip is always underfoot, me exhausted and pregnant, etc. So, Mamie and Emily, along with Martha and Elizabeth, came down for a visit and to help us get straight.

Baby Helen's room is ready for baby to come home. We still need to get some artwork and some pretty shelving on the walls, but that is where my sisters, Elizabeth and Ellen will come in. We ended up being able to keep the double bed in Helen's room. This will be a must for family coming to help out when Helen first arrives in just a few more weeks. A little selfish on our part since we think family would be willing to stay a little longer so long as they are not forced to sleep on an air mattress (our original plan).

As I uploaded all the pictures from this weekend, I realized that there are no pictures of Emily, Mamie, or cousin Elizabeth. I think that speaks to all the hard work they did, even with Emily pregnant herself! We can't thank them enough. Martha and Philip were little munchkins, able to entertain each other with only an occassional interruption from us adults.

Before we made progress on Helen's room, Little Philip got his big boy bed, complete with his truck bedding. He really loves it, if he would only like it at night when he is supposed to be asleep (see previous posts for that struggle). Again, we still need artwork but his aunts, Elizabeth and Ellen, have some homework to do to make that happen.

And one final picture, that I just had to post. These are my Philips, sporting their Mississippi State sweatshirts. Little Philip is not only so grown up in this picture but it also captures just how attached he is to his daddy these days. This morning I took him to school, with him wailing the entire way "I WANT DADDY TO TAKE ME! GO BACK!!!! GO BACK!!!" I think that the male bonding time is beginning, sad for Mommy!

Sleep Crisis, Day 45

Plumber's Crack

The toilet in our back bathroom has been leaking for a while. We thought it was our dog, Riley, who has a terrible habit of drinking out of the toilet during the night and then dripping across the floor on his way back to bed. The leak has become more obvious lately, since a step across the floor results in some squishy water popping up between the tiles. Not good, not good at all.

So, what is a family on a tight budget left to do?

A. Call a plumber (who will likely recommend new sub-flooring first $$$$$$)

B. Let husband give it a try with a $5 new wax toilet seal and a do it yourself manual.

The answer is B. So, Philip got to work today, removing the toilet, carefully following instructions in his how to manual. We really can't tell if the floor is rotten or not. The area just around the toilet is definitely black but we're going to take our chances and see if Philip's handy work can stop the leak, and further damage. Worst case scenario, we fall through the floor, in a rather compromising position no doubt, but only about two feet to the ground.

I couldn't resist taking a picture of my sexy plumber. This is a family friendly blog so a little "paint" did the trick.

Snow Day!

It's not the snow our friends the Mathews get in Greely, Colorado, but it's snow in Alabama which means it is time to act a fool. Little Philip had fun this morning tromping around in the snow dusting that fell, as well as eating snowflakes, stomping in the puddles, being a typical boy. After we were thoroughly soaked from head to toe, we came back inside, to have some hot chocolate milk, tossing our wet clothes into the dryer, in the hopes we might have another good run in the snow after our nap this afternoon.

Pregnant breakfast

So I get to work this morning, and one of my students (the same one who enjoys the veggie/fruit analogies for baby size) has informed me that there are leftover hot wings from the Guitar Hero III tournament campus event last night. Naturally, at 8:45 a.m., this sounds awfully tasty.

Mind you, I found another bag of maternity clothing, this time, actual winter clothing, a good thing, since it is hovering between 25-60 degrees in the course of a ten hour cycle here in Birmingham, AL. You need four seasons of clothing just to get through the day. Today I have donned what I think is a beautiful winter white angora sweater, with a beautiful pin tuck design at the sleeve edges and waist. It is a wrap sweater with a satin tie on the side. In my opinion, this is one of the more stylish maternity pieces I own. I must have thought so when I packed this sweater away after Little Philip because I thought to wrap it in plastic before shoving it in a Target bag for storage.

So back to breakfast... I'm standing in the office kitchen, along with a colleague, devouring cold hot wings. I inform her that I need a really saucy one and she points to one that she has decided against. I lift the delectable wing to my mouth, take a rather unfeminine bite and notice her look of dismay and specifically, her pointing finger....towards my enormous belly. I look down to find a nice dime size splat of hot wing sauce, just to the left of where my bellybutton once was. I start to envision the day with ten thousand people pointing their disapproving finger at my huge belly saying "you've got something on you" to which I have no choice but to admit that I ate hot wings for breakfast.

I call Philip, who is going to be passing by the BSC campus anytime now on his way to Huntsville for a college fair or visit of some kind. He no longer questions these bizarre requests, so I simply say, "I ate hot wings from breakfast when I got here and now I have a huge hot wing spot on my white sweater. Can you bring me either the Tide stick or a new sweater?"

I stand waiting in our building's loading zone as Philip pulls up in a brand new white Dodge charger. He looks just like a Georgia state trooper. The rental company has just cleaned the car and as I approach it I notice Philip has all the windows down despite the cold temperature. It smells like a 40 acre pine forest. Philip is dying at the thought of the two hour drive with the pungent smell. He hands me a pale pink sweater through the window, I thank and kiss him, and he shakes his head in disbelief at this latest incident.

By the way, the hot wings were delicious, David. I have no regrets.

Baby Helen Update

One of my students said he has missed the fruit and vegetable analogies of Baby Helen's growth on the blog. So, W.D., this is for you. As of yesterday, Baby Helen is now 28 weeks along, now batting her eyelashes, and responding to light. She is approximately the size of a chinese cabbage, about 2.5 pounds (incidentally, NeeNee Porter weighed this much when she was born very premature). She is likely just shy of 15 inches long (her brother was 21.75 inches when he was born). Her little brain neurons are rapidly developing and she's putting on body fat very quickly now.

Baby Helen is making her presence known, and is quite active, especially up under her mama's right bottom rib. She crunks (it's not dancing because dancing wouldn't hurt like this, this little girl crunks) at 10:00 a.m. and at 1:00 p.m. daily. I've started to have those dreaded leg cramps at night, forcing a gimpy walk the next day for the really painful episodes. I'm likely to gain another 11 pounds within these final eleven weeks, which sounds just dreadful considering I've already gained a little over 20. Still, if I gain all 11 pounds, my total weight gain would be about 15 pounds less than I gained with Little Philip. I passed the glucose test yesterday, barely, but still I passed, meaning I don't have to worry about any strict diet associated with gestational diabetes. That's good, since I just ordered six boxes of Girl Scout cookies.

Again, I pray this will all result in a healthy baby weighing anything UNDER nine pounds. We want Little Philip to get the football scholarship, not his sister.

Cure for insomniac two year old

We are at our wits end. Little Philip has nightly now, awakened at 3:00 or 3:30 a.m., without fail, for about a month. He is not able to fall back asleep. He will cry out for mommy and daddy for a few minutes, then we hear him pad across the floor, plant his head against the door and quietly repeat "eat, eat"..."eat, eat, mommy"

Out of fear that he will either starve to death before morning or fall asleep standing up against that door, one of us will go into his room. If we try to put him back in the bed, he becomes very upset, wailing, and then he really isn't going back to bed at all. We bring him back to our bed where 70% of the time, he immediately lies down and falls asleep or plays "kick mommy/daddy in the head all night." The other 30% of the time he again says "eat, eat"...". We've brought goldfish, bananas, and rice cakes to our bed but to no avail. He's up for good at that point, until about 6:00 a.m. when he falls back asleep, just as we are waking up and need him to start his day as well.

Last night we fed him an hour later, had a ton of people over for dinner which included lots of playtime with three other little ones. He went to bed at 10:00 p.m. He got up at 5:00 a.m. and repeated the above ritual.

We feel like we have a newborn again. We are exhausted and it is starting to show. My mother says this is a typical phase. Could it be teething? He has one top 2 yr molar in but no others. Could it be nightmares and he just isn't able to communicate that to us?