Shhhh...don't tell Geoff, but I actually like being pregnant!

Now that I don't throw up every time I eat, see, smell, or think about food, being pregnant is actually kind of fun!

• People are really nice to pregnant women. I haven't waited in line for anything in weeks! Strangers smile when they look at my belly & start talking to me about the joys of having children. I haven't had to carry a thing or bend over & pick anything up. Someone comes along and offers to do it for me! It's fantastic!
• I love, love, love feeling my baby move!
• I love it when my boys want to kiss the baby in my tummy
• I don't have to worry about what I'm going to wear every day. I only have a limited selection to choose from each morning & this makes my life considerably easier! And, I don't worry about when I wore it last....who cares? I'm pregnant!
• If I ever mention that I'm in the mood for something specific to eat, Geoff usually makes it happen! If he is at practice, my mom does!
• I eat ALL the time. And, I don't care. I've got to lose all the weight in a few weeks anyways, might as well make it worth it!
• I don't have to worry about how I look in a swim suit...surely everyone can tell I'm pregnant!

I mean, I don't want to go crazy & have like 10 kids, but I'm definitely feeling blessed today that God lets me have babies! Baby Cannon 3 should be here 5 weeks from tomorrow!

Summer is the best!

Waiting on our homemade ice cream! Yum!

Seriously?

I think that men at church feel more comfortable than they should talking to me because we're good friends, and we all see each other all the time. This is an actual conversation that happened this morning between me & my Sunday school teacher, who we love, he just says goofy things. (My thoughts in blue)

Him: "Wow", (ut oh) "you are really getting pregnant" ( Getting pregnant? I've been pregnant for months now, but o.k., I'll let it slide)

Me: "What? Do you think this shirt makes me look pregnant"? (dripping with sarcasm & an attempt at humor, so that maybe he would get that I didn't want to go down this line of conversation)

Him: "No, I think it's your belly that makes you look pregnant" (Really? You think?)

A very nice bystander: "I think she just looks pregnant from the side". (Aw, thank you for trying to save him from himself)

Him: "No, I can tell from the front." (Can't you see we are all trying to help you stop talking! Please excuse yourself & go find your seat! :)

I wish every season was summer!

I love summer! I love everything about it! No where to be, nothing to do but whatever we feel like doing! We've had a blast! Lots of visits to summer waves, the beach, & lots of playing outside on the Slip n slide or we fill up our plastic pool! (Until I can convince Geoff we need a real pool!)

We took the boys to play putt putt last week! So fun! They had their own way of doing it, and it was hysterical! No rules, just a lot of running around chasing the ball.

Summer Vacation!

This year, my parents took us to Cinnamon Beach for our family vacation! We had the best time! I packed tons of clothes, but all we did was go from the beach, to the pool, and back to the beach...all day long! All we needed was our swimsuits. It was soooo relaxing! My parents even kept the boys for a night for Geoff & I to go out on the town! Evening walks on the beach are the best! The boys loved digging with their new "big" shovels.

Let's get the word out...

It is not o.k. for men to touch the bellies of pregnant women! (Unless, of course, you are married to them)

I actually had a man rub my belly with TWO hands the other day! Yes, 2 hands! Very awkward!

Pregnant is the new skinny.

I read that on a shirt & loved it!!

O.k., so I don't understand why men talk to pregnant women. They almost always say something inappropriate. It is never funny to joke with a pregnant woman about how much she is eating. Never. Ever. Please, write that down, share it with men you know.

Here are some other true, just from this week, examples:

-Any time a guy looks at me, & starts his sentence with "Whoa..." I know whatever else he says is going to be stupid. There are too many of these to list.

-There was a guy at church who was laughing at me as I passed him the offering plate, I asked him what was funny, and he pointed to my belly. I didn't get it, so I said jokingly, "Is that a fat joke?". He said, "not yet". (Still don't get it, but am pretty sure I would be offended if I did)

-Another man at chuch holds his back & waddles when he sees me. I'm not sure why, as I do not waddle in 3 inch heels, but whatever. His wife has been pregnant 3 times, so surely he knows you can't joke with pregnant women. (unless you are married to them, even then...it's risky)

-My sweet dad, and if you know him, you know that he is always putting his foot in his mouth, asks me at the pool, "Do you find that you have more "float" now?" Uh, no dad....my belly has a baby in it...not a big pocket of air.

-And my favorite: I was talking to a couple who are both in their late 60's, and she comments that she didn't know I was pregnant, don't I know how that happens, etc, etc. I politely laughed, and her husband actually said, "Well, I, for one, am just glad you guys are still doing it!" I'm pretty sure I blacked out.

"Babe, I need help!"

I knew as soon as Geoff said those words what had happened! He had gone to get Charlie up from his nap & I instantly remembered that I had not put Charlie's shorts back on him before laying him down. And, of course, Charlie had pulled his diaper off. And, of course, it was a dirty diaper...that was now EVERYWHERE!

I couldn't stop laughing because it was so gross & I didn't even know where to start. And, if you know Kirkland, you know that he is giving me a running commentary of where all the "stinky" is & asking 30 questions. So, I just went to the bathroom & started the tub...I left Geoff with the real clean up! He's a good man! I'm so glad this happened on a Sunday so that he was home to help!

Charlie's new room

We got Charlie bunk beds for his new room. He isn't quite ready to sleep in a big boy bed yet, so we've got a crib in there too until he's ready! (I can't even imagine the trouble that sweet boy would get in to if he roamed around at night by himself!)

Kirkland LOVES the top bunk & tells anyone who will listen that the top is his bunk. He asked me yesterday why he wasn't sleeping in there with Charlie. He didn't quite I understand that he's only going to sleep in there when we have company. (Or, have 4 kids!)

My sweet dad painted Charlie's room for us & painted the new playroom downstairs. Me & Geoff, well...painting just isn't our thing!

They keep my pride in check!

Do you ever have those days when you think you just might be mom of the year? Well, Wednesday was that day for me. The day even started out great: I was showered & ready & had a great quiet time before the boys ever woke up. Everyone was happy that day: we played fun games, both boys got along, I made healthy meals that everyone actually ate, we played outside. I mean, I was pretty sure that maybe I should write a book about how great of a mom I was.

Days like that give me a false sense of confidence that maybe I can take 2 hungry kids to the grocery store on Saturday night during dinner time when Geoff is out of town. It started poorly when Kirkland wanted to ride in a regular buggy & Charlie wanted to ride in the one that looked like a car. Then, we stood in the deli line behind a sweet middle aged woman who is obviously battling cancer, and Kirkland points to her hair (which is just barely starting to come back in, and the poor lady is probably proud as can be that it's growing back) & says, "Mom, look...she doesn't have much hair". I, of course, do not look, and just say, "mmm, hmm", and he says louder, "Mom...you are NOT looking. She doesn't have much hair". I am mortified, and decide that I don't really care if we have turkey this week or not. When we check out, I ask Charlie to please give the cashier the box of teddy grahams so that she can ring them up, and he started wailing as if I wanted him to give her a kidney. He couldn't get a grip after that. She even handed them right back, but it didn't matter: the damage had been done. He is now screaming at the top of his lungs. Other cashiers come over and give my boys balloons, lollipops, and even coloring books with crayons. (I had no idea Publix had any of these things!) None of it worked. I am sweating & I'm sure people are willing to pay us to leave. But, there is some issue with a coupon that the lady told me I was qualified for, but she couldn't find anyone to get it, and so we just stood there with a screaming child. Eventually, I was like, forget the free eggs. It just isn't worth it!

We got home & I had no energy to give my children anything but cereal for dinner. And Fruit Loops at that. The ones with the marshmallows. I know....I'm SO not getting Mom of the Year this year!

No filter...

So, we are at the Doctor's office for Kirkland's 4 year well child check. We are the only people in the waiting room with, I assume, a lesbian couple. One woman had VERY short hair. Kirkland & I are sitting about 8 feet away from her when he points & asks, "Is that a woman?". I try to casually say yes without inviting more questions about why she has boy hair, when he busts out with "Why are there 2 womans with 1 baby"? I just answered with, "You want a lollipop?".

In other news, he is in the 75th percentile for weight (41 inches) and between the 25th-50th percentile for weight (37 pounds). Doctor predicts he'll be long & lean. (We think he's going to be built like my dad)

We took Charlie for his 18 month check, and he's over 95th percentile for height (36 inches) & weight (30 pounds). (We do not predict that Charlie will be lean!)

Smart boy!

I asked Kirkland what he wanted to be when he grew up. Then, I named like 10 different professions trying to spark his interest.

After thinking about it, he said, "No, I want to be daddy".

Couldn't have chosen any better!

Bath time!

My boys LOVE them some hooded towels!

I love the way Kirkland talks

He's learning about the continents at school. And when he tells me about them, they are "contiMents". I tried to tell him about the continents I had been to, and he told me I'd never been to Asia, Africa or Europe. He thinks he knows everything...just ask him! :)


When he says the pledge, it's "And to the rePUBLIX"... Can you tell where we grocery shop?

The movie "101 Dalmations" is also known as "101 Foundations" at our house.

His middle name is Geoffrey after his daddy. I was trying to tell him how to spell it, and he started to argue with me. He said, "Listen! the J says "juh"... like Jeffrey". What can you say to that? I told him to take it up with Geoff's mom!

Big shoes to fill!

Let the comments begin...

I know, I know. It must be hard to think of things to say to pregnant women. It's like when people see women who are pregnant, their mind actually stops processing intelligent things to say.

I was telling the lady who helps my grandmother that we were expecting our 3rd child. She looks at me, and says, "Well, I hope you are going to get fixed after this!" Fixed?!? Like a dog? Am I broken? Is me having 3 kids too much for you?

And, why do people say, "Don't you know what causes that?". Do they really want me to answer?

Is it too early for the pregnancy stupids?

I'm at Target today with Charlie. I could have swore he dropped his pacifier. I don't see it in the buggy, in his lap, on the floor, or anywhere. So, I start re-tracing my steps. I'm talking to Charlie the whole time, asking him where he threw it, etc.. A nice older lady stops me and says, "His pacifier is in his mouth, is that the one you are looking for?"

I know she thought I was crazy, because all I could do was hang my head & say, "Why, yes...yes, it is." I don't know how I missed the dark blue pacifier with his name on it in his mouth! Why would I look there?

And Baby Makes 5!!!

Baby Cannon 3 coming in September!!!

I made this shirt & was wearing it on Tuesday when Geoff came home from work! He came up the stairs & noticed it immediately! We both started laughing! Having 3 kids 4 & under is funny! We are beyond excited!

I wore it tonight to tell my parents, grandparents, and my Aunt Wanda & Uncle Jim. My mom kept looking at my shirt, and said, "Now where did you get that shirt?" I just smiled & then she got it! She & my dad both started laughing & were very excited! When my grandparents came in, Granddaddy noticed first. He just kept smiling at me. He said he couldn't talk because he was in shock! We had to point out the shirt to Granny, and she asked, "Don't y'all know what causes that?"

Christmas Eve at Granny's House

My Granny & Granddaddy had 4 kids. This is a picture of their 4 kids, spouses, grandkids and great grandchildren! It's rare that we are all in town at the same time! We are a blessed family indeed!

My sweater for the Tacky Christmas Sweater Party

This sweater is a winner! I've never lost in it! :) Isn't it hideous?