The Status On My PMS

Life gets busy, but each day I see little things in each of our little PMS (Parker, Mason, and Sienna)  that I would like to document.  So, here is the first episode of The Status On My PMS


Boy, are you just the chatter box!  I know it’s all a good thing, but seriously… we need to learn some manners with this talking business because it’s wearing Mama out!  Every time I’m in convo with Daddy or trying to listen to an important part of the nightly news, there it is again… a trailing of verbal expression from “Mommy, my placemat is dirty, get me the mickey one?..Mommy, I need my milk! Mommy, where did Daddy go?  Mommy, what are you doing? Mommy, look at that car on TV” Mommy, it’s looking HOT outside.. Mommy, what are we doing today?” Sometimes I admit that it tips my patience near the tipping point.  I know that he’s just a verbal and social being who loves to chat, but we’ll have to start working on some boundaries on when it is appropriate and how not to interrupt when adults are talking.

I LOVE how sweet and verbal he is in public to strangers though, always saying Hi to random people and offering to open their door via automatic button at the gym.  He’s really turned a corner with leaving places and very rarely has a tantrum.  He typically just waves goodbye and says as a matter-of-factly “I’m going home!”.  I love that! It was a long time coming after all of the nightmares we had leaving places in the past, but as everyone promised, he grew out of that stage, thank you LORD!  He’s doing great with the potty training too, showing me that he is the big confident boy that I remind him of.  He’s great about waking up in the morning to let us know that he needs to go potty since he’s not in pull-ups, but does have the occasional accident in his bed if he oversleeps.  It’s not enough to warrent putting him back in pull-ups though since more often than not, he wakes up in time.  We’ve added a little clock in his room that glows at 7am when it’s time to get up.  That has helped tremendously with previous issues of him not going back to bed if he woke up around 6am to potty, and thought it was time to start his day.  Now he knows to go back to his room and either stay in his bed and go back to sleep, or play quietly until the light on the clock turns green, and then he can come in our room and watch a little curious george and play with toys while Mommy gets going for the day.

He gets fussy about wanting to do everything himself, which can be a challenge when we’re in a hurry, but I try to give as much as I can feel confident, secure, and in control as much as possible.  Of course, also to avert his evil twin from emerging.  The current things that are off limits: Flushing the toilet, closing ANY door, getting into his chair or carseat, pressing the elevator button, getting out of the car, and going up and down the stairs… just to name a few.  If we try to help him or rush him by helping him with any of those things, it insights a riot!  Mr. Independence is his surname.

One of Parker’s favorite times of the day is story time before bed.  He LOVES picking out books and having me read to him.  We used to make bedtime routine such a long process, with singing, and reading etc. but now we’re pretty much just down to bath, teeth brushing, short program on TV (while I put Mason to bed), story time, potty time, prayers and bedtime.  He’s always taken well to his routines and I think enjoys the predictability of it.

He loves playing with his brother Mason.  He still has times where he snatches toys, but when I see it happen, he’s typically cooperative about sharing them and taking turns.  Their absolute favorite joint activity is “pillow mountain” and he and Mason have a blast taking turns running into the pile of pillows on the floor and giggling up a storm.  They also have fun doing dance parties, which we typically do a few times a week while I’m folding clothes and the boys are listening to music and playing with toys.  Fun times!

I have seen a few changes in his speech and as he has begun to be more verbal, he’s developed a little bit of a stutter.  I’ve heard it is normal, but sometimes when he’s tired or excited he stutters so much that he’s out of breath.  It makes me wonder if that is normal or not.  Here’s a clip of us that I took today, and you can notice some slight stuttering, but not too bad.


I can’t believe how much my baby has turned into a toddler these last few months.  Mason can easily say 50+ words and is so very smart and verbal.  Parker seemed to hit this milestone a little later, although Parker knew quite a bit, just couldn’t say it.  Mason has pretty much skipped the sign language, although he still does it sometimes in combo with speaking.  He never ceases with his “PLEASE” when he wants food, a refill on water, a dab of powder on his nose when I’m putting on make-up… or food of any kind from a stranger.  He’s gutsy in that way, but ever so cute in the process. He’s pretty outgoing in his personality, but definitely has to warm up to new environments and new people.  In playgroup for instance, he’ll go and play on his own, but will stick around me for a little while first and scope everything out before diving in.  He’s meets new people with the same amount of regard and typically just needs to warm up to strangers first, but then has no problem chatting them up and playing with them.

I’ve also noticed that although he takes some regard with new people and places, he’s a brave and gutsy little toddler.  He LOVES to climb.  He’s constantly trying to climb on tables and chairs,  tubs, and anything within waist height of him that gets him up high.  If he falls, he’s so brave… he may whimper for a second, but only if it’s a really big fall.  Otherwise, he just gets right back up and tries again.  He probably hurts some part of his body about once a week by bumping into something or tripping and falling or climbing.  The boy is a rough house. He definitely keeps us on our toes, though with all the climbing.  I went upstairs today to grab some socks, and he had stepped up on our lego bin and helped himself on top of the toy bin.  I came back to see him lopsided across the toys holding on for dear life.  I helped him get his foot unstuck, then I snapped a pic as he sat on the edge of the toy basket.  A daring one he is!

He’s been getting used to being left at the gym and with other people like the babysitter.  It used to really bother him, but as he’s gotten older, I can see that it has gotten much easier.  He’s been fine with the babysitter putting him down at night, and doesn’t put up a fight at all! He still is a bit of a Mama’s boy, and if I’m not around, and he’s in a grumpy mood, no one seems to do the trick except for me.  I love that so much about him, especially since it’s so different from how Parker was since he was one to be pretty open to any and everyone.  I do however, worry a little bit about how he will be when Sienna comes along because I want him to know that I’m not replacing him at all.  He’ll always be my baby Mae Mae no matter what! Neither Parker or Mason are/were ones that enjoy being held and rocked a whole lot, but Mason is a bit more tolerant of it.  Especially so when there’s a storm out and he’s scared, or needs a reassuring hug during a firework show, like last month.  He enjoys showing love by giving kisses, blowing kisses, and giving hugs, and that will never get old.  I love my Mason hugs and kisses!

He’s still growing by leaps and bounds, being within five pounds of his older brother.  He’s started to get a little pickier with his eating, and tends to skip over or toss aside the veggies while he eats, the same thing Parker started to do at this age.  I don’t make any special meals though, and he still gets his typical foods which is usually fruit and whole grain waffles or yogurt in the morning, sandwich (either peanut butter and jelly or turkey and cheese) coupled with fruit or carrots and then dinner which is usually chicken, fish, or some protein coupled with rice or noodles and I always offer a veggie. He’s over the 95th% for height and weight, so he’s certainly growing and thriving!


I’m six and a half months pregnant with Sienna, and so far it’s been a pretty good pregnancy.  I just had a doctor’s appointment yesterday and I’m up seven pounds for the pregnancy, which they say is really good, but it would be even better if I was at an ideal weight prior to the pregnancy.  I was reading Boston Baby Mama’s blog and I loved her post about what she loves and hates about being pregnant, that I decided I’d share my thoughts on the matter.

What I won’t miss about being pregnant:

  • The first thing I can think of is having my sleep interrupted several times a night by my full bladder.  I try to skip drinking water an hour or so before bed for this reason, but I love drinking my water, and I get so thirsty at night.
  • Not being able to sleep on my belly.  That is one of the first things I do after labor once it’s time for me to really get some rest.  Roll on the stomach, one leg up froggy style, and my arms around a pillow.  That’s just how I roll.
  • Drinking myself into a coma.  Okay… not really, but you know what I mean.  I like to get my drink on from time to time.  What Mom of young kids doesn’t?
  • Having to toast my deli sandwiches in fear of listeria, having to watch my seafood intake and no raw sushi.  This girl loves some salmon, tuna, sushi and turkey sandwiches.  I really have to make an effort to watch my intake while I’m pregnant and that gets pretty annoying.  I eat turkey sandwich meat and Salmon the most, so they are the biggest culprits.
  • Feeling helpless when I want to do a billion things at once, but can’t.  I hate asking or bugging the husband to lift heavy things for me… I know, sounds like a “perk” of being preggers, but for me it just seems like something that has to “wait” instead of something that I can just “do”.  I had all these large items and boxes to bring down from the attic, but had to wait until Dan was back from a business trip to help me instead of just doing it myself like I normally would.  Not too steady on my toes with a bump.
  • Not being able to work out as hard.  It doesn’t bother me when I’m working out on the elliptical, or pulling the wagon along the loop, or walking a lot in general, but I sure feel it when the pelvic girdle pain starts to kick in later.
  • Getting the nosey questions from people about personal decisions like: delivery, induction, breastfeeding, co-sleeping and the like.  Unless you’re a close friend, it’s no business of yours, and no soon-to-be new Mom needs a guilt trip on her plans for bringing baby into the world, or what to do once they’re here.  Save it for your doula.

What I love and will miss about being pregnant

  • Feeling like I don’t need to suck in or hide my round belly.  Now, this doesn’t really apply to the first 4-5 months since I typically just look overweight since I have a really inset belly button that makes it look like I have two jelly rolls up until I’m about six months pregnant, but generally speaking, I love it once I have a “noticeably” round buddah belly.  I just feel less subconscious about my weight as weird as that seems.  It’s like “oh, she’s supposed to be fat…she’s pregnant”  Instead of “oh, she could stand to lose 10 pounds or 20…”
  • Feeling her move inside me.  It’s a gentle reminder of the miracle that is going on, and I love how it makes me feel like her protector and that no one can be with her yet except for me.  Our special bonding time.
  • The celebrating of a new life.  Who doesn’t like a party?  I’ll miss the celebrating with baby showers and family and friends, although there will be many new opportunities to celebrate once she gets here with birthday parties and the like.
  • The attention of being pregnant is nice, too.  Let’s be honest, who doesn’t love attention?  It’s a great convo starter by any nosey bi-standard who is eyeing my bump at the grocery store or park, and those who know me know that I am not shy about bragging that I have two little boys and that I have a girl on the way.  It’s just icing on the cake and gives me warm and fuzzies inside to talk about it.  I do get a few eyebrow raises when I tell them the ages of my boys (almost 3 and 16months) but I guess that is to be expected since I am borderline certified cra-zay.
  • Preparing for the arrival.  I love talking about the excitement of what will she look like, what will life be like, what are we doing for her nursery, how will the boys take to the new addition…etc. It’s just exciting to get to talk about these things with Dan and friends and family when preparing for a baby. Nothing beats the anticipation of holding her, feeding her, and snuggling her.

So, that’s the status on my kiddos! Stay tuned for more evolving news on them as they grow and thrive!

Mason’s First Haircut!

Oh how I LOVE LOVE LOVED Mason’s sweet curly hair.  But seriously, that mane was OUT OF CONTROL.  Especially with the humidity, it would have a mind of it’s own.  So, we decided it was time.  It was time for my baby boy to get his first hair cut.

*Sigh* They just grow up too fast!

Here’s some pics of my baby boy, being transformed into a big boy… *tear*

Of course, my oldest cutie, Parker got his hair trimmed too.  They boy’s hair grows like a weed! Check out Parker’s first haircut at just five months old!

Chicago Girls Trip

This was my first time in Chicago, so I definitely wanted to take advantage of the time there and soak in as much as I could that Chicago had to offer, while catching up with an old friend.  Dan used hotel points and booked us a beautiful room at the Palmer House.  After an early day of traveling from waking up at 5am, it was a nice site to see a beautifully decorated room and all the amenities the hotel had to offer.  I was able to get a room quickly and go grab a bite to eat for the afternoon.

Catie wanted to go into her neck of the woods outside of town so I could see her place.  I got to see her quiet neighborhood lined with old cute cottage style homes and we had dinner at a famous Chicago pizza place that Dan had recommended.  It was Gino’s, but not the famous one with the graffiti.  It didn’t matter though, the pizza was a yummy Chicago deep dish original, and I had no complaints.

The next morning we had planned to go on a boat ride for the local architectural tour.  This was one thing that I heard was THE THING to do in Chicago.  Not to mention that Catie and I went to Interior Design school together, and it just seemed like something that we both would completely dig.  I loved hearing about all the different buildings and their influence it had on Chicago.  It was a great opportunity to take some photos.  I loved it!

Afterward, we decided to roam the streets and head to a few local attractions.  We went to see the Bean at Millennium Park, as well as a few of the other local attractions, and had lunch at a nearby restaurant.

After lunch, we walked around more, and headed towards Grant Park, but Taste of Chicago was going on down there, and Catie didn’t want to go to that, so we turned around and did some shopping instead.  We found this super cute bakery along the way, as well a group of Mennonites who were singing.  Then we headed back to the hotel to rest up a bit before heading to dinner.

Catie had made reservations at this über fancy farm-to-table upscale restaurant a little off the beaten path from downtown.  Since she’s such a foodie, she’s aware of a lot of the famous chefs in the area, and this was one of them.  I’m more of a good food, good atmosphere, and good conversation kind of gal.  Not so much a super fancy restaurant, but this was nice for a change.  The place was very small, white and contemporary with a huge bouquet of daisies as its focal point decor.  It was nice of her to make a reservation to such a nice place, but boy was it pricey for the portion size!  Of course with me being six months pregnant, I didn’t have any alcohol either.  We had a nice yummy and very expensive dinner at Blackbird.

After dinner, I wanted to get some pictures of the city at night.  We walked up to the Trump Tower a few blocks away, and there were some amazing views.  The staff and hotel of the tower was wonderful.  I really felt like royalty walking around the Trump Tower, and they treated you as such, too.

I went down to the Buckingham fountains in Grant Park.  My friend wanted to stay behind and relax in the hotel.  Unbeknownst to me, the entire park was actually closed, but I just walked in not even knowing that it was closed and got in to take some pictures before being approached by security.  There were tons of vendors setting up for the day for “Taste of Chicago”, but weren’t due to open for quite some time.  I had some time to explore the city a bit.

We later checked out of the hotel, checked our bags with the bellman, and we agreed to do some shopping.  We got a cab ride to and from the Magnificent Mile, a famous shopping district where we shopped and had lunch (I got to enjoy some authentic Chicago hot dogs).  There were beautiful unique gardens that lined sidewalks, and some neat architecture that was pretty note worthy. We also ran into the pizzeria Ginos that Dan was talking about, so I ran in and snapped some photos of the grafiti stained walls so that I could remember that I had been there to the “famous pizza place”.

Then we headed back to the hotel to pick up our bags and say our goodbyes.  I was exhausted and I was experiencing some lower abdominal and round ligament pain from all the walking, unsupported belly and holding shopping bags.  I was beyond ready to be home and in bed.  Unfortunately, the subway wasn’t very I’m pregnant and exhausted friendly, and I had to lift and carry my roller bag down several flights of concrete stairs to get to the lower level of the subway.  It was not my happiest moment, but at least I got to have some time away and enjoy a girls trip and visit a friend.

Happy Independence Day!

This year, we kept July 4th pretty low key.  We had a nice breakfast at the pancake house and then I took the boys up to Kangazoom to run off some steam while Dan took care of some househould to-do’s.

After naps, we headed to the mall to walk around and let the kids play some more.  We had already had a cook-out the weekend prior, so we opted to eat out instead of doing hot dogs again.  Then we headed home and walked off dinner by taking a stroll around the loop.  It was pretty humid, but a nice break from the 100 degree weather over the weekend being a cool 85 degrees.  Afterwards, we decided to let the boys play in the back yard for a bit and have Parker enjoy some sparklers.  It was big hit.

Then we decided to head inside and let them watch Mickey Mouse and get in their jammies since it was getting late and way past their bed time.  We also wanted to wait for it to get dark some more in attempt to do a few fireworks before bedtime.

After some relaxing Mickey, I brought out the boys lounge chairs out front and prepared for a little show with some left over fireworks from last year when it rained.  Parker was so pumped to see the fireworks.  Mason, however was not!  He did fine with the sparklers earlier, so I didn’t think anything of it, but he was so scared of the larger fireworks, particularly the popping.  We laughed and smiled and clapped so he would see that there was nothing to be scared of, but he was SO incredibly upset.  He had a hard time going to bed.  I’m so glad we didn’t go out to a big firework display because that would have scared him to death, and probably ruined it for everyone else around.

It was nice spending some quality time with the family, just enjoying the celebration of freedom that we all take for granted every day.  I hope you all enjoyed your fourth as well!