Time to talk, blogosphere. There is lots going on in this gal’s head and heart, and it’s been weeks since I’ve found time to spew it out here in my little corner of the world.
The biggest news going on (although many times through the day I completely forget) is that as I am sitting here typing I can feel the stirrings of a little growing baby in my belly. That’s right world, I went and got knocked up again. And I couldn’t be happier! It’s just speeding along and I’ve barely noticed (who’s got time!?). Already at 18 weeks pregnant, and definitely with none of the quiet pauses and thoughtful pondering that filled so much of my pregnancy with Finn. My pregnancy with him was so much of soul-searching and reflection, curiosity and wondering about the unknown. Peace and quiet were themes I can barely remember (thank goodness for a blog to remind me!) I had no idea what I was getting into, and no idea if I could cope or love or handle what it was going to mean to be a mother. That really caused me a lot of worry back then… And as a huge contrast to all of that I am already filled with a big dose of “pre-love” and excitement for this little baby that I just couldn’t imagine with Finn- I already have a sense of the power and joy that another little person can bring to my life, and I am SO looking forward to meeting the wee sprout. I didn’t have that confidence with Finn, I just couldn’t imagine! And I can’t help but smile and get little butterflies in my tummy at the thought of getting to pass through the experience of Birthing once again- I can honestly say that I’m really looking forward to that again- I mean, with an experience like THIS, can you see why? (I just re-read it myself, and found a place for some joyful tears.) Oh yes, and how does all this kind of confident, excited-to-know-you-soon energy transfer to the baby in making? Does this energy I’m putting off somehow make it into the psyche of the second child’s character? And there is also the physicalness that raising a 1 1/2 year old demands that doesn’t allow me to just sit and rest through this pregnancy either! Maybe this is part of the trade-off for the second child (or at least this is what I’m telling myself today)… in exchange for the millions of photographs and a completed baby book as enjoyed by the firstborn, you get mama’s energetic, positive, confident energy that’s ALL ABOUT YOU to grow from and feed into your self… and with a due date in mid-August, this likely-Leo will probably be giving us all a run for our money in a few months. And I can’t wait.
In the mean time, our little Scorpio dude is busy bustling around his world, in a constant state of exploration. Finn is turning into the most charming little boy, still cuddly and needing a lap when he has a book to read, and then leaps up to go after a ball or car that he’s just sent flying… Or he can be found having a quiet moment with a book by himself tucked onto the couch, closely examining the pictures, trying to make sense of the world they are explaining… His top loves these days are: hockey (thanks to his papa), trains!!!, and trying to make connections between pictures in different books (look- these books both have frogs! and this one is winking! Mama, can you wink? I can try too!). He isn’t verbalizing many words yet, but he’s up to about 60+ words in sign language that he uses a lot- a few 3-4 word sentences even emerging from his signing… it’s astounding how much he can communicate, and how much is really going on in his little fuzzy head. He is the coolest person I’ve ever known. He’s got 12 teeth so far, and his top two incisors are coming in right now (this portion of teething is not a fun experience, or so he tells me at 3am). He’s a pretty good eater and is mostly willing to try most things once or twice before he rules them out. Just discovered a love for pickles and olives (foods mama is craving these days). He has been given the family job of “setting the table” for dinner every night- and he seems to take a serious toddler-pride in this task of putting plates and forks out for the 3 of us. Dustin was a little nervous the first time he saw me hand Finn the stack of plates to take into the dining room, but he toddled off with no problems, holding them close to his belly as he walked, reaching up to put them on the table. He comes back for forks, and off he goes. It’s très cool. In general, he gets to be pretty hands on in the kitchen with me, a chair at the counter, he washes the vegetables (aka- water play!) and hands them to me to chop. He loves to help measure and stir ingredients. For my part, I have to turn down my mess-o-meter and just get groovy with water and stuff that might get all over for the 15-30 minutes that he’s into the project. A little mantra that helps – “it can be cleaned up later”.
And that’s the news of babes. And considering he’s been napping for 2 hours, I better not push it- gonna wrap this up and get on with the day… But here are some pics for those wondering what he looks like these days.
My son, the kid who eats dirt, playing trucks with his best bud.
Mama and the Boy:
Papa and the Boy: