turkeys and a pilgrim.

Evan. Juliana. Maxwell.

Adeline. Maxwell. Juliana. & Evan.

Happy Thanksgiving.

So my appointment was less than exciting. The bathroom situation panned out quite well, I didn't gain any weight, and my baby wasn't 14 lbs.

The ultrasound tech. (who I hear is pretty acurate most of the time) estimated him to be about 8lbs. 2oz.

I'll take it.

I was checked...dialated 2cm (again I'll take it) ,60% effaced (still taking it) and so nothings really changed in the last two weeks.

SHOCKER.

I did have my membranes stripped, but again that could mean NOTHING.

We'll see. We'll keep y'all posted if anything happens.

In the meantime...

we will be spending THANKSGIVING with our dear friends the Mondragons. We are obviously not making the trip back to Wisconsin because of the pending arrival of this baby. We are excited to spend the day with our friends though.

May y'all have a very blessed Thanksgiving as we thank GOD for all he has done for and given to us. I really liked MEGAN's thanksgiving banner she did with her family. Too cute.

ps- Did I mention that the post-pregnancy underwear are something AMAZING?

38 weeksish.

Well.

This morning both BOYS slept in. Like SERIOUSLY slept in. Evan was up at 9:30, and I hear Maxwell coming down the stairs as I type. Kind of like the calm before the STORM to come.

Today I head in for an ultrasound and my 38ish week appointment. Once again I will head into the bathroom for the obligiatory pee in a a cup the size of a penny routine and hope some makes it in and then proceed to spend about ten minutes too long wiping the cup off for the nurse so it looks like I know how to pee perfectly in a cup. Then I'll do a cleanup of the entire bathroom because somehow I've managed to make a mess.
I will then step on the scale and see that yes indeedy(another made up word by me... well that's not entirely true, I'm pretty sure I've heard other people use it, but anway...you dig?) still a fatty pregnant lady, listen to his heartbeat, get measured, try to sit up on my own and roll around like a whale stranded on a beach trying to find it's way back to the ocean.

It's a good time people.

Except this appointment I get to have an ultrasound and find out how big this little monkey is.

It's not like I spend every waking moment complaining about how big I am, annoying my husband to DEATH..or maybe I am. I'm so not soaking up these last few weeks of pregnancy or the time I have with my 2 boys, or just being thankful that I really have had a EASY pregnancy compared to many I hear about.

In the meantime I'm ready to go, the hospital bag is packed, and I cannot WAIT to fill it with everything that isn't attached to hospital walls as Justin feels the need to bring it ALL home.

I don't know about you, but I'm most looking forward to the post- pregnancy underwear. My cousin lovingly sent me a picture of a pair last week...just to remind me of those lovely things. Thanks Sara. LOVE YOU.

sigh...

Thanksgiving in 2 days?!

Not me Monday.

Ah yes, Monday again.
Today it IS NOT rainy and gloomy outside...and I did NOT scale the shelves in our garage to get our Christmas decor down so I could keep busy this week.
I most certainly am NOT sick of being pregnant...these last few weeks are definitely my favorite.
I did NOT eat cookies for breakfast this morning...or all weekend long. Nope. Not ME!
Evan most certainly did NOT throw a towel in the toilet. I mean why would he be so interested in toilets? NOT him.

Maxwell did NOT spill his water all over his chair in church yesterday, and when I told him to go get Dad (who was sitting in the back because church was so full) to get him some napkins... he did NOT come back with a mint in his mouth and no napkins. I definitely DID NOT overreact then and take him out and glare at Justin on the way out the door because he was totally clued into what was going on. NOPE. NOT me.
I am NOT worried that this baby is slowly growing to the size of a small calf and afraid that I will be will be pregnant for 2 more weeks....or forever.
NOT ME!

Downtown Holiday Jacket and Pant GIVEAWAY!!!!

Downtown Holiday Jacket and Pant GIVEAWAY!!!!

My Charming Kids.

Woo-hoo!!! Read MckMama. She rocks. She loves Jesus and has four kids under four!

Here is her only daughter... SmallFry. Cutie patootie isn't she? :)

these are the days...

Soaking up the last few days (er, maybe weeks) of crazy unscheduled bliss with my 2 boys...

Fall Dance Party.

soon to be 3.

I love the first few hours after your baby arrives. You realize that this child is REALLY yours, that you are now responsible for them, and the love you feel is overwhelming. Of course that is followed by many sleepless nights, lots of crying and dirty diapers, but in those first few hours you don't even think about all that. I can't help but wonder if this will be the last time I have that feeling. As I smile to myself at my sleeping newborn, breathing in that sterile hospital smell I wonder if this time will be my last having that time.

Maxwell Jared. 8.19.2004

Maxwell @ 2 months.

Evan John. 8.8.2006

Evan @ 2 weeks.

...and before you know it they grow up.

It's hard to believe that soon there will be three. It still amazes me how different my boys are...I cannot help but think about who this little guy will be.

It's going to be quite a ride, andI know many sleepless nights lie ahead, but it'll all be worth it.

Every.single.moment.

where visitors lie.

wall 1: I did the wall art, painted that makeshift fence headboard I found on the curb in our nieghborhood, and I painted the tables.
Wall2: I changed the curtians. They were these bright striped curtians...cute but just didn't fit anymore. These curtians were downstairs in our dining room, but we changed the curtians in there so they were just being stored...broke those babies back out!

wall 3: nothing changed here...the corner of too much stuff. Justin REFUSES to get rid of the rocking chair that I swear neither of use...but he claims he will once the baby comes. The downside of NOT having a basement is that our only storage options are the garage and well, the guest room as you see.

wall 4: Just switched up the art on the walls. Pics of the boys and that awesome tree print that I got at target for $15. ages ago. The box on the floor is part of Evan's new bed frame...we're getting to that.

...and there you have it.

you rock.

Thanks to my awesome friend Allison who made these awesome bibs for our new little guy.

They are SO adorable...you are WAY talented my friend! Love you!

sneaky preview.

Ok. Y'all can relax now. Let out that long held breath, because I'm about to reveal...

The MASTER bedroom.

sorta.

Megan inspired me to get the show on the road already...and her room looks great, so you should check it out. aw. ain't we cute?

Mind you, there is loads I'd love to do still...and it's really not completely done, but I think it is much better than before. (and Beth I considered removing the clock from our room, but Justin claims he LOVES it in there so...comprises had to be made.) Scope the before out HERE.
more to come...

yahooo-weeeee!!!

In the words of Maxwell;" Tartar sauce! "

That mirror needs some serious cleaning.

SO here we are in all my 36, 37 ish weeks of glory. Double chin and all. Nobody really knows when I'm due, but I'm measuring 37 weeks...and my belly is GINORMOUS!

Today I was checked, about 2 cm dilated, and 60% effaced. To those of you who don't know what that means, I really don't either.

All I know is, I'll take it.

I didn't dilate or anything with Maxwell or Evan. So I'll take what I can get at this point.

Besides working on getting this child out, I've been nesting like a mad-woman...oh who am I kidding, I'm mad-woman all the time. But this I did on the wall between our kitchen and living room. It really is an odd space to decorate and I've changed it a kabillion times, but for now I'm digging this...

And for those of you coming to visit us soon...I've been working on the guest room. This room is WAY to french/country/girly for Justin and is the reason it is the guest room. (still working on our room, but it's coming along quite nicely I think...I know y'all were on the edge of your seats wondering what was up with our guest room...never fear it will come...someday)

Anyway, here is a little sneak peek of the guest room which is about 80% done. And I want to add(mostly for my husbands sake) I didn't spend ONE DIME to update this room, I used materials we already had.

Oh, and OF COURSE I forgot to take before pictures. The best way to describe the room before would be fiesta. The curtains were really bright and stripped and I really only had a few accent pieces on the wall to mimic that. It was blah in my opinion.

I painted these tables to have that vintagey( yeah I made that up...you dig?) beaten look.

more than you care to know about my weekend.

I'm not one to complain (yeah right)...but this BY FAR is the WORST pregnancy I've ever experienced.

I'm pretty sure my belly cannot get any bigger, and yet it probably will.

My back KILLS... and my hips...I didn't even know I had real hips,well now I do, they ache like no body's business...not that anyone wants to make it their business anyway.

I've been nothing short of an angel this week. Looking all cute when my husband comes home, greeting him with a smile, a kiss, and say; "take your shoes off and relax dear" kinda wife. So sweet of me, right?

Friday it all came to light when about 15 minutes before our friends Keith and Allison were supposed to arrive for our Chili/Season 1 of House bash, I was putting away some butter for the apple crisp I'd just finished putting together and CRASH! Glasses began pouring out of the cabinet in a seemingly slow motion and one by one crashed into the counter below. I swear it would've been perfect for a movie scene. Justin comes in and "kindly" asks what in the world happened. One of the pegs for the shelf came out and the shelf was off balance and when I placed the butter on it...and well you know. My apple crisp now had shards of glass in it, and there was glass everywhere. Allison texts that they were running late, so we had time for cleanup.

If you know Justin it sometimes takes him a lifetime to do a normal everyday task. It's like slow motion. I swear it takes him 15 minutes to pump gas.

Five minutes to prep for the gas pumping...put car into park, unbuckle seat belt, find wallet and extract credit card, slowly open door and get out.

Once out of the car another five minutes is spent opening the gas tank, swiping credit card, selecting gasoline of choice and ever so slowly inserting the pump into the tank and the gas pumping begins. Then he usually begins to inspect the car for possible defects or possible reasons to take a car in to get fixed.

The last five minutes are as the pump clicks off, he ever so carefully wiggles the pump to get every last drip out of the hose, puts the pump back, screws on the caps, retrieves his receipt, and gets back in the car to take an ETERNITY to put his credit card back, put on his seat belt, start the car and go.

Not that I'm complaining....I don't do that remember? I actually LOVE giving him a hard time about it...always makes us laugh.

I digress.

Back to the glass cleanup. Justin and I work on cleaning up, which takes him a half a year, I gotta give the guy the thorough award that's for sure. I went to work putting together another apple crisp and soon Keith and Allison arrived and while Justin army crawled around the kitchen I went to get the door. The evening ended up being a complete blast as we laughed the night away only getting through two episodes of House.

Saturday Justin went to a football game with Chad, and I decided in protest I'd rake the lawn. That would show him. I'm not sure what it would show him, but something.

Well, I learned that mostly it showed ME that I'm a moron. My body killed the rest of the day, and Justin mocked, yes, MOCKED my leaf piles. Excuse me but I had two (what I thought) rather large piles, and I filled our Lawn receptacle full.

When it comes down to it, I miss my husband. He's been working his tail off lately... working 10 hour days, and while he normally has Fridays off he hasn't in about a month, and a few weeks ago he worked Saturday too! Being an overly emotional pregnant woman doesn't help matters, but our time together has been pretty minimal and I'm growing anxious about having a needy newborn in the house soon.

my point:
I'm a meanie. I love you Just.

what?

Evan has been "helping"out a lot lately....goodness me.

thank you!

Yesterday as I arrived home from the polls I saw a box on my porch.

I love boxes on my porch.

Boxes +porch = goodness.

Inside was this... Coloring book, book, and stickers for Maxwell and Evan, and an ADORABLE blanket for our new little one arriving soon. ( She made Max and Evan blankests like these too...and they are VERY loved)

I love bloggy friends!

I hope we can hang out for real someday soon! Your three girls and my three boys! Thank you!

Did you?

God is Good.

taken: october2007.

Last night I taught our elementry school aged kids at chruch and the main theme was God is Good.

Everything God IS and DOES is good.

Mark 10:18. " No one is good except God alone."

I had a bunch of items (ie. broken cup, apple, flowers, weeds....) and I took them out one by one and told the kids as they took turns to quickly judge whether the item was good or bad. Afterwards we voted on whether we agreed that things were in the right catergory. We discussed how we knew one person was right. The point was we often think something is good or bad based on our emotions. We are not always good at deciding things, and only God is able to decide what truly is good.

I read a short story about Corrie Ten-Boom and that despite all they went through they were still able to say "God is good".

"Andwe know that in ALL things God works for the good of those who love Him..." Romans 8:28

About ten minutes after we arrived home I recieved a frantic message from my cousin Vanessa asking me to call her back as soon as I could.

My heart dropped. You always know those kind of messages are not good.

I called her back and she informed me she was on her way to her sister Nicoles house, as she was bleeding...she's pregnant. She didn't know much but just urged me to pray.

It struck me hard,not only because we are so close, but Nicole and Marc had been trying to get pregnant for over a year, they wanted to have their kids close together and their firstborn son Miles turned two in September. She told me the day she found out they were expecting again. She was thrilled of course.

Is it strange to anyone else that some people think that if someone has experienced a misacarriage because they wanted the child it is a tradgedy, but if someone chooses to abort a child, it's not a loss at all? Makes NO sense.

I digress.

As of this morning she is home from the hospital, and they are not sure why she is bleeding. They checked the baby and they detected a heartbeat and saw the baby moving...praise God.

Last night and today I've been resting in the truth that in ALL things God IS GOOD! I know Nicole and Marc are too. What a great truth we can rest in...today and always.

NINJAS

the video is having "issues" but I'm working on it...