Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Another Cousin!
Last night I stayed up until midnight (very late for me!) anxiously awaiting news of my new niece. I finally went to bed with visions of a sweet baby girl on my mind which makes me excited for our very own in a few months! So, here she is..... Jane Iris Crews, March 27, 2012, 8lb, 14oz. Congratulations Denise and Michael! I will meet her in person in about 24 hours....I can't wait to kiss those amazing cheeks!
Monday, March 26, 2012
Just Waiting on a Friend....
This Rolling Stones song was playing on repeat through my head as I was waiting for Jamesie's arrival two years ago.
Today we await our little niece piece from sister Denise! Baby is over a week late and getting quite large (Galloways tend to have BIG babies), so her induction process will begin tonight and proceed into tomorrow. Please offer a prayer right now for protection of Denise and Baby... we ask Our Lady to be with them the next few days for a safe delivery!
I'm not sure of their blogging plans during the process, but if I get updates I'll try to post them here as well.
Today we await our little niece piece from sister Denise! Baby is over a week late and getting quite large (Galloways tend to have BIG babies), so her induction process will begin tonight and proceed into tomorrow. Please offer a prayer right now for protection of Denise and Baby... we ask Our Lady to be with them the next few days for a safe delivery!
I'm not sure of their blogging plans during the process, but if I get updates I'll try to post them here as well.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Writing!
Sean was playing the garage yesterday as I got mine and Jamesie's shoes on before we headed out. This is what I found when I came into the garage:
By the way, he's 3! Maybe this is normal, but I was very impressed with our little scholar! Then again we were working on sounding out words today and we came to "Jesus" and he insisted it said "Jelly beans."
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Lawnmower Men
Last weekend was gorgeous here and we all got outside to do some much needed yardwork. Sean picked out his own outfit, which consisted of shorts (very short ones). He insisted that Daddy mows the lawn without a shirt, so he will too. He did not care that Cody was actually wearing a shirt on this day-- he would be a purist. 
Alright, getting the front yard done.
This thing doesn't turn like it used to. Good thing I can just pick it up and carry it now.
Jamesie's turn.
Hmm...maybe this isn't working for me because I'm trying to mow the driveway. I'll take a tip from Dad and try the grass.
Much better.
Hmm...what else do I do with this thing?
Prime the pump...or something like that. Whatever it is Dad is doing.
And we're off again!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Sister's Baby....
...is still not here yet. Sorry! Denise is due today with no sign of Baby on the horizon. However, she did finally start her blog, so you can keep up with Baby news here:
www.newbabycrews.blogspot.com
www.newbabycrews.blogspot.com
Saturday, March 17, 2012
St. Patrick (and Clowns)
Our next door neighbor finally responded to him which made them both look that way.
Yes, Sean is holding a Halloween candy bag--just in case there was candy at the parade, and Jamesie is wearing not one, but two green rosaries. He has insisted on wearing rosaries lately, so I just found some green ones for him today. He's very holy.
Before we left for the parade here are a few of the things I heard from Sean:
1. "Are there clowns at the parade?"
2. "There are no clowns at the parade in Charleston."
3. "How would clowns get to the parade?"
4. "If you're not wearing green, who pinches you? I bet its clowns."
5. "Do clowns die?" (my favorite).
Above, we are at the parade and Sean does not like it. He is not convinced there are no clowns lurking around this parade. (there weren't any). In the first ten minutes he asked to go home about ten times. On the lookout for clowns.
This one, on the other hand, loved it. (And I love his short-shorts and popped collar). He loved the dogs, the trucks, and his one new word.....CARS!
OK, finally Daddy found us. If there are any pesky clowns I bet they can't reach me all the way up here. I'm safe, so I can start enjoying the parade now.
Love. And rosaries.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
An overdue update.
So sorry for the delay in posting since we heard about our new baby girl. This pregnancy, like neither of the boys', has seriously taken it out of me, preventing me from actually sitting at the computer to write something, much less actually download (and take) pictures of the cute things the boys are up to. I'll try to do some quick updating today.
I am now 22 weeks with this little girl. I've been able to exercise regularly with this pregnancy, and thanks to not working downtown full time anymore, have been able to eat somewhat decently as well. I should be feeling awesome, but I have been so tired I can't see straight. Literally-- I was extremely dizzy all the time, and starting seeing black spots and stars quite frequently. Anyway, it turns out I am anemic with this one, so thankfully, iron pills should be a quick and very easy fix. I also have a theory that I am just worn from a 3rd pregnancy in as many years, and the fact that, gasp, I am actually getting older.
Which brings me to the fact that in less than 6 months I will be turning 3-0. ick. I don't know why, but I am having sort of a hard time with this. I am the youngest in my "grade," so nearly all of my friends are already 30, or will be by the time I hit the milestone, so why is it a big deal for me? I don't know, i have some theories, most of them are superficial and vain, so I won't divulge. Anyway, my pregnancy theory is, the closer I come to 30, the more tired I am in this pregnancy. Make sense?
I definitely have a belly, and lots and lots of back-aches (again, the worn theory), which I didn't have as much with the boys. My sweet-tooth has made a reappearance, as well as my "hearty" appetite. Besides the debilitating fatigue and back aches, I'm hitting the fun part of pregnancy when you can eat a whole lot, and since you're showing, most people are more than happy to indulge your whims. Yesssssssssss.
In little-boy news, our guys are doing great. Jamesie is still almost completely non-verbal as we draw near his 2nd birthday, but I made a list of his signs (to show the doctor at his 2-yr appointment) the other day, and he has almost 50 signs he uses regularly! They are all super cute, especially the ones that make him smush his chubby little hand next to his chubby little cheeks and look at us with a tilted head. Irresistible. He understands everything we ask him to do, and is mostly compliant. Although, when he chooses to act like a typical 2-year-old, we have noticed he is nearly impervious to discipline methods that worked like a charm on Sean. He seems to think time-outs in the time-out chair are really cool, because that's what Seannie does. He will point to the chair and gladly walk there himself, sit on it, swinging his feet, looking around. So, we've moved time-out to a pack-n-play to enforce the idea of boundaries (i guess). It seems to bother him a little bit more, but nothing that seems to be making an impact. Hand-squeezes are the source of giggles. Any other ideas for an almost-two-year-old?
Sean is hilarious and getting smarter everyday. He loves his school, and has renewed his love for his betrothed, Greta. We skyped with Greta the other day and before we started he said, "Oh, Mommy, I know, we should talk about me marrying Greta when we skype today." As in, we just need to get all those details sorted out so we can move forward with the wedding. On skype Greta and Sean danced together, which was amazingly cute-- they each showed eachother some moves then simultaneously danced. Sean asked to see Greta's "princess stuff" and bike helmet, and Sean showed her every toy in our family room. After the call ended, Sean's face slowly and silently scrunched up and the tears started falling. It was the saddest, most pathetic cry I've ever seen. He laid his head on my shoulder for about 30 minutes crying, saying "I miss Greta" after that. That afternoon he got on the phone with Cody at work and said "I miss Greta, Daddy." Cody said he did too, and Sean said, "I know, Daddy." For about the last week Sean has intermittently stated "I still miss Greta," and has asked to use the pink bowl and plate in the multi-colored set "to remind me of Greta." The other day he was building "rockets" with bristle blocks and I said maybe you can build rockets when you grow up. He thought that sounded like a good idea, but asked, "Mommy, can you still get married if you build rocket ships?" When I said yes (we talk about the vocation of priesthood a lot), he said, "good, because then I will still marry Greta." Poor kid.
I promise I'll post pics soon.
In the meantime, I'm requesting prayers for Sister as she is anxiously awaiting her very own baby girl! She is days away from her due date with a very large gestating baby inside. I am on a several-times-a-day calling schedule--just to check in. Please offer a prayer for her right now that all goes well and its not too much longer.
I am now 22 weeks with this little girl. I've been able to exercise regularly with this pregnancy, and thanks to not working downtown full time anymore, have been able to eat somewhat decently as well. I should be feeling awesome, but I have been so tired I can't see straight. Literally-- I was extremely dizzy all the time, and starting seeing black spots and stars quite frequently. Anyway, it turns out I am anemic with this one, so thankfully, iron pills should be a quick and very easy fix. I also have a theory that I am just worn from a 3rd pregnancy in as many years, and the fact that, gasp, I am actually getting older.
Which brings me to the fact that in less than 6 months I will be turning 3-0. ick. I don't know why, but I am having sort of a hard time with this. I am the youngest in my "grade," so nearly all of my friends are already 30, or will be by the time I hit the milestone, so why is it a big deal for me? I don't know, i have some theories, most of them are superficial and vain, so I won't divulge. Anyway, my pregnancy theory is, the closer I come to 30, the more tired I am in this pregnancy. Make sense?
I definitely have a belly, and lots and lots of back-aches (again, the worn theory), which I didn't have as much with the boys. My sweet-tooth has made a reappearance, as well as my "hearty" appetite. Besides the debilitating fatigue and back aches, I'm hitting the fun part of pregnancy when you can eat a whole lot, and since you're showing, most people are more than happy to indulge your whims. Yesssssssssss.
In little-boy news, our guys are doing great. Jamesie is still almost completely non-verbal as we draw near his 2nd birthday, but I made a list of his signs (to show the doctor at his 2-yr appointment) the other day, and he has almost 50 signs he uses regularly! They are all super cute, especially the ones that make him smush his chubby little hand next to his chubby little cheeks and look at us with a tilted head. Irresistible. He understands everything we ask him to do, and is mostly compliant. Although, when he chooses to act like a typical 2-year-old, we have noticed he is nearly impervious to discipline methods that worked like a charm on Sean. He seems to think time-outs in the time-out chair are really cool, because that's what Seannie does. He will point to the chair and gladly walk there himself, sit on it, swinging his feet, looking around. So, we've moved time-out to a pack-n-play to enforce the idea of boundaries (i guess). It seems to bother him a little bit more, but nothing that seems to be making an impact. Hand-squeezes are the source of giggles. Any other ideas for an almost-two-year-old?
Sean is hilarious and getting smarter everyday. He loves his school, and has renewed his love for his betrothed, Greta. We skyped with Greta the other day and before we started he said, "Oh, Mommy, I know, we should talk about me marrying Greta when we skype today." As in, we just need to get all those details sorted out so we can move forward with the wedding. On skype Greta and Sean danced together, which was amazingly cute-- they each showed eachother some moves then simultaneously danced. Sean asked to see Greta's "princess stuff" and bike helmet, and Sean showed her every toy in our family room. After the call ended, Sean's face slowly and silently scrunched up and the tears started falling. It was the saddest, most pathetic cry I've ever seen. He laid his head on my shoulder for about 30 minutes crying, saying "I miss Greta" after that. That afternoon he got on the phone with Cody at work and said "I miss Greta, Daddy." Cody said he did too, and Sean said, "I know, Daddy." For about the last week Sean has intermittently stated "I still miss Greta," and has asked to use the pink bowl and plate in the multi-colored set "to remind me of Greta." The other day he was building "rockets" with bristle blocks and I said maybe you can build rockets when you grow up. He thought that sounded like a good idea, but asked, "Mommy, can you still get married if you build rocket ships?" When I said yes (we talk about the vocation of priesthood a lot), he said, "good, because then I will still marry Greta." Poor kid.
I promise I'll post pics soon.
In the meantime, I'm requesting prayers for Sister as she is anxiously awaiting her very own baby girl! She is days away from her due date with a very large gestating baby inside. I am on a several-times-a-day calling schedule--just to check in. Please offer a prayer for her right now that all goes well and its not too much longer.
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