oooh,.. ouch, 2 months. I was never going to be that person that didn't update their blog for 2 months. alas.
I got lazy, assuming everyone who read this dear, neglected blog, was my friend on Facebook. But what about that guy in Germany? Or the one in Japan? I haven't forgotten you guys! So here is an update, so you may properly stalk my family. ;)
Peter: works like a maniac. We are grateful that he works so hard for our family, so we can play hard also. And by that I mean, watch our favorite shows on the couch, and dream of a time when I am not too tired to function past 6:00 pm. ;) I have a feeling we will be making up for lost leisure time in the coming year. I like to go go go once I squeeze out a little one. He is gearing up for a long trip to India, of which I am totally jealous of. I would have FOR SURE weaseled my way into that one, if it weren't for the fetus. He has been sporting a new little company car as of late, which I steal every chance I get, cause it's a little zippy, stick shift, and I love to drive it. Too bad it sits so low to the ground that I can't get out of it very easily. Mainly, he is hot, and I am madly in love with that guy.
Me: Well,.. I spend my days growing another life,.. he is a rutabaga this week. (what the heck is a rutabaga?) I am growing at exponential speeds,.. unimaginable really. Okay,.. 10 lbs in 25 weeks,.. I can't really complain. A funny little story,.. My dad was REALLY worried about my weight gain(forgetting that I was pretty fat before little surprise baby implanted in my uterus) and in all seriousness,.. asked me if I had "Vaginal Diabetes". Now before you all think my dad is AWEFUL, I need to mention 2 little things,.. one,.. he is no doctor, thus the mix up of terminology, and two,.. he was very sweet, and 100% concerned for my health. All he knew was that only women got it(hence the female anatomy term) and it was a for of diabetes. So after a few days of hysterical laughter every time I thought about it,.. I double checked my weight gain with my Dr. All is well. So that leads to,.....
Fetus: Okay,.. he has a name,.. I just like calling him, what he is,.. a fetus. Oh,.. did I ever even announce on here,... He is in fact a HE? I know,.. it's crazy,.. I am having a hard time adjusting to the idea of Blue, and plain, and not pink and bows. HE will be named Cyrus Talmage Robbins. I know,.. maybe a little strange to some,.. but Cyrus is a family name, and if you knew the stories of this ancestor, you would all be proud to name your son after him too. We will call him Cy. Cy Robbins,.. total football player. Love it. He is 25 weeks today, and healthy as can be. We couldn't be more happy, or feel more blessed. His sister's are going to smother him,.. Bailey out of love, and Chloe out of,.. well,.. spazziness.
Bailey: This girl. She is all sass. I know i have said this before, but I can't imagine what her as a teen is going to be like,.. because her attitude is OUT. OF. CONTROL. She likes to tell me what to do, and how to do it. If you think I listen, you forgot that I have a pretty big attitude of my own. There is ONE mamma in this house, and it is NOT Bailey. She is LOVING school, and doing extremely well, of course. I only have the smartest, most beautiful children on the planet. She is learning spanish in her class, and likes to tell me all about it. She frequently makes up words like,... "charladee mom, that's spanish for please move". And you better not argue with her, cause that's what her teacher taught her. The other morning I was still in bed, and she came in to ask me something, at which point I tried to talk her into snuggling with me, and she said, in a very demanding voice, "Mom, It's morning, and in the morning, when the sun is up, we get up, we wake up,.. so Buenos Dias Mom,.. Now GET UP!" How do you argue with that? You don't, you drag your pregnant butt outta bed, and make breakfast.
Chloe: Is hilarious. She is a tough one to be a parent to. I probably let her get away with WAY too much, but I sometimes I can't help but just turning my back and laughing. She is a VERY good actress, and LOVES to make believe. Her and Bailey will play upstairs for hours, and Chloe always plays the mommy, and calls Bailey sweetheart, and just plays it up. Bailey tells her she is "alarious" all the time. She has a tiny little lisp, and it mostly melts my heart. It's just her S's and she says them, well in a traditional lysp sorta way. She has NO desire to potty train, but I am determined to use Santa/Christmas as a bribe on that one. Yes, I am evil. She is VERY jealous that Bailey gets to go to class, and dance, and she doesn't. Next fall will be wonderful for her. Chloe likes to jump off of everything she possibly can. The other day she decided to jump off the coffee table in tights and did a belly flop on the floor. Poor thing. She is super accident prone, most everything it taken to the face,.. so she either looks like a porcelain doll, or looks like she is severely beaten. I keep thinking she is going to learn she can't wear my shoes down the stairs,.. but she hasn't.
So that is us in a nut shell. The next few months will be pretty crazy, as the holidays always are,.. but getting ready for a new baby, I'm sure will make things a tad bit more crazy. Hopefully I will be a better bogger, and not because Peter won't stop snoring, and keeping me awake. :D Here are our new family pictures, to go with my Christmas Card like blog post! Enjoy! p.s. thank you Rachel Clarke,.. you are the greatest!!!
