Excuse me while I speak to the child
Topic: Weirdness
Hello. . .little big baby inside my HUGE stomach. Would you mind FLIPPING YOUR TINY BUTT AROUND?????? Seriously. . .I hate to keep comparing you to Cale, but he was head down at this point in his early development. I know you're in there, I know you can hear me! Why have you ignored my pleading and begging?? A bladder is not for jumping on, neither is the bed or couch, so just flip your little self head down, kick the crap out of my waist and let's call it a day. Whaddya say?? Stop it. STOP. IT. I feel you doing that. What about food. Wanna bargain with food?? How about salsa? Will that work?? Or pizza?? Or broccoli?? JUST TELL ME WHAT I MUST DO???

I guess we'll get back to this later. . .you're jumping again and the urge to pee is overwhelming. Now it's not. Now it is. Now it's not. STOP THE INSANITY!!!!!!

Ahhhh. . .discipline
Topic: Momma's Lover Dover
DISCIPLINE. It's a word that every parent knows. It's also something very hard to do. And to do it RIGHT. We try, we really do, but sometimes. . .well. . .you just get that "evil" feeling and your mouth winds up in a smirk and a chuckle comes out.

Want an example?? Well, funny you should ask because this story, the one I'm about to tell, happened this morning about 10:30am. It actually warranted a phone call to Bubba so he could enjoy it with me.

Cale has outside shoes. He has to get them on to go play in the backyard. They're water shoes, which makes them easy to clean should he make the unfortunate mistake of walking through mud or one of Skye's special prizes. Today, it was a nice chilly 39? outside and Cale comes back to my bedroom where I'm folding laundry, outside shoes in hand, leans AROUND the corner and announces, "Tale doe-ing outside Momma" and proceeds to walk down the hall. Very calmly I call his name and tell him it's too cold. No response. Again, still calm, I call his name again and tell him I want to talk to him. No response. I'm watching the security monitor on the wall to see if the number 2 starts to flash. Flashing number 2 = sliding glass door open. BAM! That dang thing starts to flash. So I walk to backdoor, I didn't even say a word and he SHRIEKS at me. I tell him if he doesn't come in he'll go to time out and I start the counting (this is our method of disciplining and it works pretty well. . .my parents were surprised!). On one, he opens the door, screams, hits me, pinches me and screams some more. That's an immediate sentence to time-out. As he's screaming down the hall, he turns to hit me again. I let him and tell him he's now going to get TWO time outs. Then, in his shrillest voice, he screams "DON'T VISIT ME!!!" and I announce (still calm which is odd) that he now gets THREE time outs.

I visit him after each two minute period to let him know he doesn't do the prior offense and that he now gets to sit there again for hitting/pinching/screaming etc.

After visiting him twice, I hear him get mad and he starts to bang his head against the wall. He does this, sits there and tries to flatten out the back of his head. It's kind of pleasing because we know we've really gotten to him. After two minutes of head banging, I get to his doorway in time for him to look at me, wrinkle up his face in sheer anger and thrust his head into the wall. This, my friends is where the evil parent kicks in. The force and vibration up the wall causes his clock to fall. . .ON HIM!!!! It was like it was a set up because he didn't see it coming, I did, but he didn't and it was a direct strike. He literally FLIPPED out and as he shook from the sudden shock of it all, I had to muffle laughter. (I did keep it muffled until he didn't know what I was laughing about, and yes, I did comfort him as he slobbered up and down my face and shirt.) It's that "You actually kind of deserved what you got" feeling. Mean huh?? But know what Chris did?? He almost peed his pants. . .right there in the middle of the floor at his work. And he also agreed, it was FUH-NNY!

It's amazing that we can get satisfaction out of things that we didn't even cause. And although it is mean, we've all been there. If you say you haven't found pleasure in something like this happening. . .well. . .you lie! LOL

Don't read if you're hungry!!
This is a long time coming post, but first, I have to build up so you "get" it.

I have been craving Mexican food. We used to eat it at least once a week, if not more, but then my gallbladder thing kicked in and Chris started the Atkins diet again so we just prohibited the consumption of Mexican food. My parents took me to Ted's (our ALL TIME FAVORITE MEXICAN jive - if you're ever in OKC, look it up or call me!! Ted's Cafe Escondido!) when I felt like getting out of the house, but that didn't stop the cravings. So, Chris finally felt sorry enough for me to take me to On The Border for some chips and salsa etc. We eat and enjoy and laugh and have a great time, but preggo lady here, can't seem to put the chips down. Chris takes my salsa, the basket of chips and sharply says, "STOP EATING!" Ummm. . .was he seriously born yesterday because you DO. NOT. take food from 1. A pregnant woman 2. A pregnant woman that went almost 6 weeks without anything with a fat content higher than 4. I complained and threw a fit and laughed out of confusion for the next 20 minutes. Finally, it occurred to me as Chris got off the highway an exit early, that dessert was in store. Remember the SOMETHING CHOCOLATE brownie that I love?? (I can't find the posts to link to in case you missed them.) THAT'S what he was after!!!

So, as I promised last time, here are 2 pics. They don't quite capture the monstrosity of this dessert, but the three of us couldn't finish this sin of a food!

I left my spoon in there to give you some kind of relation, but gave up because it was SCREAMING my name. Have you ever heard a brownie dessert scream?? Trust me, you cannot ignore it. When you bring this home, they have to SMASH it down with the lid and they put the home-made whipped cream with chocolate shavings on the side. This should explain why it's not near as pretty as when you sit down at Red Rock.

So enjoy the pictures and let your imagination run with you. No, it's not as good as it looks. It's ten BILLION times better and I, in turn, am a better person for having eaten it. *wink*

Oh baby!
On Thursday we had the BIG ultra-sound done. I was SO excited I didn't know what to do!! We got right in and she started and we immediately saw the newest member of our family. There is absolutely NOTHING like seeing that baby!! I know that we got to have an u/s before and after surgery, but we didn't get to spend time looking at features and watching movement. This time we did and it was just magical! The tech measured everything and then said, "Let me look down here, that is, if you want to know the sex." Chris, in his nice polite smart butt tone said, "That would be a definite YES. If you can tell. . ." And she goes, "Oh, I can definitely tell. That right there is a penis, it's definitely a boy." We all screamed WHAT!?!? And then dead silence followed. It seemed the majority of our family believed with every inch of their beings that this was a girl. She said, "Oh yeah, it's a boy!!!" And I started to cry (when do I not cry?!?) and we all laughed. Then it hit me. I'M GOING TO HAVE TWO BOYS. T.W.O.

With Cale, I knew it was a boy before going for the u/s. I was prepared. Lots of things come with boys. My Aunt Denise said it best, "Get ready for slimey bugs and gross stuff in pockets. You better not be squimish." But that's the thing. I am!!! I hate being outside, I hate getting dirty, I hate bugs. . .I'm a girl!! BUT, the opposite side is, I'm not a girly girl. I do not like lace and frilly crap. I like simple preppy things ;) During school I was a GAP fanatic. SERIOUSLY! I was the girl in the plaid GAP skirt, matching oxford shirt, silver belt, white socks and Cole Haan shoes!! So two boys. . .well, I've learned to handle Cale right?? I do go outside, I just try not to breathe, I didn't freak out too bad when he handed me a dead bug and I kept my cool when he picked up dog poop. I can do two. Yeah. . .I can (please pray for me!! LOL).

I know they'll be the best of friends and play and get in trouble together. And although Cale told us that this was his baby sister, I honestly believe that he doesn't care, he just wants a baby. In fact, he told me to go have the baby today.

Many want to know his name. His name will be Pruitt Oliver Brian Nard. Yes, we did the two middle name thing AGAIN. We had to!! In case you didn't know, Cale's middle names are Russell Thomas. Russell is dad's middle name and my Grandpa's name. Thomas is Chris' dad's middle name. So, since we honored our fathers' sides with Cale, we will honor the moms' sides. Oliver came from my great-grandpa and Brian from Chris' great-grandpa that was killed when Pa was only 8.

Pruitt's name was a huge debate. We both loved it and have since Cale was born. It also keeps the C-P-C-P pattern going. But, knowing what a circle it was for Pruitt and Grandpa, I kept feeling like I needed to honor his memory in some way also. But Chris put me at ease. Grandpa knew Cale. He loved him so much and got to spend time with him. Grandpa was PROUD that Cale carried his name (he even praised me for not using Irdyll!!). Regardless of name, Pruitt will always share something with Grandpa. And, in a way, we're blaming Grandpa for Pruitt being Pruitt instead of being Paley!!

Thanks to my sweet dear husband, whom sacrificed his work time to scan the pictures in on Friday afternoon (BIG STRETCH THERE BUBBA!!), you can now go and see the ultra-sound pictures of our new BIG boy. He's completely healthy and perfect and, like his big brother, measuring big. We are shooting for the first week of August. . .dad and I are thinking Aug 4 or 5 (the Park side knows why).

We've also set up a registry if you're feeling extremely generous. This one is at Babies R Us and we may have another one somewhere. . .if I can EVER figure out what bedding I want. I'm so dang picky!!

Now you have the BIG news!! You know I'll keep ya updated on our status. What else would I talk about?!?!

I'm alive!
Topic: Weirdness
I know I know. . .I haven't updated this lately. But, you can all sleep soundly tonight because I am alive. I did make it through surgery and so did "Dot." We had a bit of trouble with pain relief which meant I was aware of all the pain after surgery, but I now feel like a new woman!!

Wednesday after I'd written my last entry, we went and had dinner with Ma and Pa (Chris' grandparents). I had MAYBE two whole tortilla chips and BAM. . .another attack. It kind of gave me peace of mind to know that we needed to get the darned thing out. The surgeon said it was twice the normal size, filled with sludge and numerous tiny stones. If I felt up to the challenge, I'd post the pics for you. ;) A week later at my post op appointments, I'd lost a total of 20 pounds, but felt better and "Dot" was a trooper through it all. Now I'm enjoying anything I can get my hands on, but it's taken me awhile to lose my "I can't eat anything" frame of mind.

Now, on other news, this Thurs at 2 CST, we go to find out what "Dot" really is!! We can hardly wait!! Then we'll go shopping and start planning like mad! The general feeling of family and friends is a girl, but unlike Cale, I have no sure and certain feelings what this one is. Kind of strange really. But the beauty part is that means I'll be happy and euphoric and won't be disappointed no matter what the outcome. . .unless we don't get to find out and then I'll be a force to reckon with! LOL

And on another front, iVillage is who I hosted all of my websites with. Well, they're not hosting them anymore and were supposed to transfer all of the information over to Lycos about 3 weeks ago. So far that I've heard, no one's sites have been transferred so I'm not sure what's up with it. So if anyone knows of a great website builder that's free with PLENTY of room, please let me know! Ya know, just in case I have to rebuild the MILLIONS OF PAGES. Then I'll be yet another force to reckon with! LOL Maybe I should just go take a nap and come back to this later so I'm not so threatening!! ;)

Bring on the food!
Topic: Me!
You all know how miserable I've been on my gallbladder chicken diet and according to my OB's official weight records, as of Monday I'd lost 16 pounds.

I am the type of person to fight fear, uncertainty and sadness with joking and laughter. But beneath the jokes and comments, I'm getting nervous. I sat here a minute ago and went through the past posts on my Grandpa - his death and how he's a special angel to "Dot." I didn't know why I was doing this, it always makes me cry and brings back a flood of emotions, but then it hit me. The peace of mind that I get from knowing he's watching over us is what makes me joke and not worry about tomorrow. Yeah, the food's a giant factor in that also, but I'm more worried about the well-being of this creature that is making my belly stick out.

You can tell me how easy it will be, you can tell me much it hurts, tell me what you want, but I will just see how well I do tomorrow and the days after. You can tell me "Dot" will be fine and unscathed when we get to see him/her in August, but again, I'll wait to make sure by myself. But you can agree with me that God and Grandpa will be with us tomorrow and that will make life better and easier. That and the buffets I plan to hit on the way home from the hospital! ;)

Finally!!
Topic: Me!
Write it down people. . .Thursday, 11:00am CST, I will have this hideous gallbladder removed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bring on the food!! I seriously don't know what I'll eat first. . .I've been deprived of any food with fat for. . . .F.I.V.E.W.E.E.K.S. There may be tears as I sample the first savory bite. Oh yeah, definitely tears b/c what else better is there to do besides cry in a drug induced state????

I go to my OB/GYN tomorrow morning for my 14 week checkup. We'll see what the brick-wall-of-a-nurse says. My blood pressure has been up and my weight down. I believe I'll also ask about an u/s to check on "Dot" after surgery. And while we're looking to make sure that her arms are in the correct spot, might as well see if she's really a she right?? ;)

I would greatly appreciate all the prayers and thoughts you can muster to send to the great state of Oklahoma on Thursday. And now I'm being summoned by my child. He's singing something about Odie's truck. Oh!! And 10 minutes until AFV comes on!! Peace out.

A quick note
I am lucky enough to have both Chris & Cale with me today on Valentine's Day. BUT, I just want to wish a Happy Valentine's Day to everyone. Those with special loves - hug them close, those waiting for their special love - hopefully next V-Day you'll be together, those who have lost their special love - cherish the memories, and even those so ticked off at the person they should love the most that they are thinking of cutting each bud from the thorny stem and busting the vase on his car - to each his own. :) I pray that each of you find happiness and peace, no matter what your situation is.

Now go have 5 chocolates for me - I'm here with dry chicken and pretzels.

Oh my heart!
Topic: Momma's Lover Dover
I seriously love him. . .no. . .REALLY love him. He's just the cutest most hard headed kid I know. But, I call him Lover for a reason!! Here are some examples of why. AND, if you have a weak heart, you might not want to continue reading b/c your heart will flutter flitter flutter with his overwhelming cuteness.

I had a headache the other night and Chris told Cale that momma's head hurt. He walked over to me, grabbed my head and kissed my head saying, "Kisses. There, momma head all better now." (just wait, it keeps going!)

At the beginning of this week when I went to get him from his room, I walk in and he pats my belly and says, "Momma, Cale go hospital, get baby sister today." How sweet is that?!?! AND, on the topic of the baby, he will also go get the doppler we rented and tell us that he wants to hear baby sister thump thump. (ok, we have NO clue if it's a girl or not, but Cale insists it's his sister!)

And yesterday, we were rocking in daddy's chair and he said, "Rock rock baby." I said, "Well, you'll need to go get your baby so we can rock him." He pats my stomach and says, "Cale rock rock baby sister in momma's belly."

And my last two examples. Background info for you - since Cale was born, when he's sleeping or on a blanket, he has ALWAYS felt the blanket/sheet/whatever with the back of his hand. He'll just rub it all over whatever he's touching and I guess it soothes him or something. So, I have my favorite nightgown that's long, and it's that really thin white cotton, like a summer gown. I LOVE IT!! I was wearing it and went to take my robe off so I could change clothes and Cale stops dead in his tracks. He looks at me and says, "Momma! Pretty!!" and sticks his hand out to rub my gown. I quietly said, "What did you say??" And he pats my gown then rubs it and says, "Momma pretty!" Then last night, he came to give me night night kisses and hugs. I picked him up and he kissed me and then rubbed the back of his hands on my face and said, "Momma feel good!" Is that child just not the epitomy of sweetness?!?!? Just remind me of that when he's screaming, "CALE BE NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" as he stomps off to time out. ;)

Holy smokes
Topic: Weirdness
So last night we're waiting for Cale to wake up from his nap. . .wait, how many entries do I start out with the word "So. . ." b/c I might need to find another more fitting word. But I digress.

It's Ma's birthday and we are meeting the whole clan for dinner (what will Piper eat?!?!? MORE DRY CHICKEN!?!?!?!?) and Chris, of course, is FrEaKiNg out about the time. Hi, yes, we have 45 minutes before we need to be there and it only takes 15-20 minutes to get there. CHILL OUT!

I'm a HUGE ABC watcher and the commercial comes on for World News Tonight with Peter Jennings. As I cram some bubble wrap around the picture of Cale for Ma, I hear him say, "Blogging. Should you be fired for things that you say in your personal online journal?" I look up at Chris without missing a beat and laugh and say, "Ha!! They've been dooced!!!" And Chris was all, "Huh??" And I go on to explain that in my daily blog lurking, I read a blog named Dooce written by Heather, a friend of a friend of a friend (ya know that kind) and she got fired from her job for her blog, BUT, the key here, is that b/c of being out of town, slightly busy and pregnantly tired, I haven't kept up with my daily blog readings, I missed the announcement that SHE WAS FEATURED IN THE REPORT!!!!!!

Read it for yourself! Interesting huh???? Definitely something to ponder for those in the working world. As for myself, I'd LOVE to see Chris fire me over things written here. He's scared to death that I'll take off again on a weekend or shoot, 3 days to Tulsa without taking Cale. OH THE HUMANITY OF IT ALL!!! ;) Wouldn't want the boys to have any bonding time now would we?? Yep, let the two of them fire me. Then the world would come crashing down when Chris couldn't find Cale's milk and Cale could be smelled before he could be seen. FIRE ME!!! I DARE YA!!!