Bob & Mary Lou
Bob and Mary Lou Mathison were passing thru town and we met them for lunch. They are our neighbors in Fairbanks (the ones with the perfect yard that the boys tear thru). The boys adore them and they are kind of our pseudo grandparents. This past summer Caleb was always peeking over the fence talking to Bob or asking what Bob was doing and if we could go see him and on and on. One morning I sent him to get the paper and he continued his trek next door. It was like 6:30 am and he was going for a visit. Bob always gives them little treats so I am pretty sure that had something to do with it. It was so good to see some Fairbanks folks. Anyway we just love Bob & Mary Lou.
XY
According to the Chinese conception calender and my mother-in-law's needle on a string trick, this baby was suppose to be a girl. Alas, both are full of **%# as it is a boy. No mistaking those boy bits. Although I tried to talk the ultrasound technician into it..."maybe it is a elbow or a finger".....not another penis. I didn't think that I really cared about whether it was a boy or girl, I was just very grateful for the little peanut. However, I guess deep down I was wanting a daughter especially because B insists this is our last one. So my heart sank a little at the news (I am a little embarrassed to admit it, but it is what it is). Caleb was very sad as he insisted on having a sister named Sarah. We have had a boys name picked out for months so at least we dodge the whole Sarah thing (no offense Sarahs of the world but not in my top 20 of name choices). I am pretty sure Caleb will still call him Sarah.
Any who, 24 hours later I am relishing in the thought of having another little boy. I can't wait to see him and I wonder if he'll look like his brothers or if his name fits him. We are half-way there!
San Diego
We went to San Diego last week to visit my parent's. The weather was unseasonable warm (almost 80 degrees) so we spent lots of time at the beach. We could hardly drag the boys away from it.
We went to San Diego last week to visit my parent's. The weather was unseasonable warm (almost 80 degrees) so we spent lots of time at the beach. We could hardly drag the boys away from it.
Sawyer is potty training and here he is showing off his new underoos. He calls them "treasure undies" but they are really Transformer underwear. I hate to make absolute statements about this kind of thing, that is why I am saying training and not trained, however we have had days and days of no accidents. Keep your fingers crossed. I am thrilled because that is the one thing I wanted done before #3 arrives.
Some many times Caleb (& Sawyer) have done or said something that makes my heart melt. Most of the time it is just ordinary everyday things. And so often I have said I need to write these things down so that I 'll remember them. So today I am remembering that Caleb is 4 1/4 and you are wearing your winter boots, underwear and army helmet. Last night you said that you want to name the new baby Sarah and that you do not want another brother, that we have to build a nest of blankets and pillows for you to sleep in every night, that keeping clothes or pj's on you is a federal affair, you love to find "baby balls" or shiny things in the desert, you crawl on all fours like a puppy dog, you love your "race car shoes", you love jam sandwiches (no peanut butter please) and green beans and blueberries, I can get you to do most anything with the promise of chocolate, when I was sick you made me "medicine water" and spoon fed it to me, you told me that I have "good boobs", you love to play hide-n-seek at the park, you love the ocean, you are always the first to spot the moon, when I ask to pinch your bum you always oblige me and stick your bum my way, this morning you said "this little boy is starvin', please get me bread", yesterday you asked to see your "daddy grandpa" (Branden's dad) like 20 times, when the sun is going down you say you like the dark, you love to read Peter Rabbit, you love to wrestle with your dad, you can't have hot chocolate it has to be warm, we give each other "lick kisses", you call umbrellas "gorillas" and squirrels "girls", every time you see a mountain or snow you say that is Alaska.......to be continued.
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