Well, here I sit, 11:06 pm on the last day of February. I think it's safe to say this baby will be a march baby. She is still pretty damn comfy in there. I had hopes for a feb baby. Because how cool would it be, Austin in nov, me in dec, Dave in jan, and baby girl in feb! Plus, I'm also one of those rare people that thinks a leap year birthday would have been pretty cool. Baby girl obviously doesn't pick up on the cool the same way I do I guess. She must take after her daddy. Lol. I kid.
Anywho, I'm off to bed. Waiting to ring in march and meet my baby girl.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
At the end
Tomorrow I am 40 weeks pregnant. Today, baby is still hanging out not coming. Dave went back to work on thursday of last week. He calls on every break and lunch to see how I'm feeling. So far the answer is the same. "same as every other day"
Today I have a dr's appt. Today we choose a final eviction date. Hopefully though I have some progress an baby starts her arrival a little soon then an induction date. Fingers crossed.
Today I have a dr's appt. Today we choose a final eviction date. Hopefully though I have some progress an baby starts her arrival a little soon then an induction date. Fingers crossed.
Friday, February 24, 2012
A smile
Who knew something so small could make a smile so big.
I'll admit, I've been in a funk the last little bit. I've started to wonder if my anti depressants are even working right now because I have felt sad and depressed for the past few weeks. I just tell myself that it's just the end of pregnancy and I will be better soon. At least I'm hoping. But anyways, I've been in a funk. Yesterday I was going through a bucket of old stuff. I kept the pictures an things I really wanted, tossed the rest but didn't really notice my keep pile.
This morning while eating breakfast the pile was beside me. I looked at the pictures. One of me in my brownie outfit at the age of about 6, the picture of my aunt's wedding where I was a flower girl, my grade 8 school picture, and then this:
My best friend robin and I in highschool. Just looking at this picture made me smile. It made me grin, in fact, I'm sure it pretty much turned my whole day around. Just being carefree and silly with my best friend in the world.
And then this one:
This was us at our school dance in grade 9. It was a black light dance. The date on the folder said February 27th 1998. That is pretty much 14 years ago to the day. So weird. If you had told me 14 years ago I would be living across the country, still friends with robin, and patiently awaiting my 2nd child, I would have called you crazy.
I'll admit, I've been in a funk the last little bit. I've started to wonder if my anti depressants are even working right now because I have felt sad and depressed for the past few weeks. I just tell myself that it's just the end of pregnancy and I will be better soon. At least I'm hoping. But anyways, I've been in a funk. Yesterday I was going through a bucket of old stuff. I kept the pictures an things I really wanted, tossed the rest but didn't really notice my keep pile.
This morning while eating breakfast the pile was beside me. I looked at the pictures. One of me in my brownie outfit at the age of about 6, the picture of my aunt's wedding where I was a flower girl, my grade 8 school picture, and then this:
My best friend robin and I in highschool. Just looking at this picture made me smile. It made me grin, in fact, I'm sure it pretty much turned my whole day around. Just being carefree and silly with my best friend in the world.
And then this one:
This was us at our school dance in grade 9. It was a black light dance. The date on the folder said February 27th 1998. That is pretty much 14 years ago to the day. So weird. If you had told me 14 years ago I would be living across the country, still friends with robin, and patiently awaiting my 2nd child, I would have called you crazy.
Monday, February 20, 2012
All ready to go
Baby's room is all ready to go. I decided that I was going to make my own crib skirt. I found some instructions online that said for the skirt part to buy enough material so it's 2x the depth on the ends, and 3x the length on the front and back. Of I were to do it again, I think maybe just 2x for the front and back of the crib would be good. I'm not going to lie, it's a long process. You have to see the hems, which the front and back piece, before they are ruffled up were 156 inches. That's a lot of hem. Then, evenly spaced ruffles... Well those are fun too.
Anywho, the bed is all ready to go and I'm patiently or err impatiently awaiting.
And a close up of the cute owl blanket I made
Anywho, the bed is all ready to go and I'm patiently or err impatiently awaiting.
And a close up of the cute owl blanket I made
Saturday, February 18, 2012
2nd time mom's don't know either....
Here we are, possibly just days away from having our second baby, and I've come to a conclusion. I'm no better then I was last time around! Yes, I know what it's like to have my water break, I know what it's like to deal with steady contractions, and I know the feeling of holding your newborn baby in your arms.
However, the beginning of labor? I swear some days in like a first time mom. I feel a twitch or a cramp and think omg, is this a contraction? A twitch and think, ooh, what is that? Sigh. It's not any easier this time around I tell you!
I am trying to relax and not freak out about everything, but some days it's not really that easy. While this pregnancy is a million times easier then the last one, i would still love her to come any day now. Dave is home this week. However as of Tuesday he is supposed to be back at work. With my due date looming we are in limbo trying to figure out if he should take extra time off, and I so, how much? A day? A week? 2 weeks? So many options without any concrete answers.
So dear baby girl, you can come out any day now. We would love to meet you. I promise I won't be mad if you decide a middle of the night departure, it's not like I'm sleeping much anyways.
However, the beginning of labor? I swear some days in like a first time mom. I feel a twitch or a cramp and think omg, is this a contraction? A twitch and think, ooh, what is that? Sigh. It's not any easier this time around I tell you!
I am trying to relax and not freak out about everything, but some days it's not really that easy. While this pregnancy is a million times easier then the last one, i would still love her to come any day now. Dave is home this week. However as of Tuesday he is supposed to be back at work. With my due date looming we are in limbo trying to figure out if he should take extra time off, and I so, how much? A day? A week? 2 weeks? So many options without any concrete answers.
So dear baby girl, you can come out any day now. We would love to meet you. I promise I won't be mad if you decide a middle of the night departure, it's not like I'm sleeping much anyways.
Friday, February 17, 2012
What cookies?
Well, I'm not in labor. I really don't know if the cookies did anything. With Austin I stayed 0 cm right until the end. I had a dr's appt yesterday and he says I'm 1/4 of a cm dialated. Not very much at all, but it's something right? I don't know whether it's from the cookies or not, but they were so gross and made me want to throw up after eating 2 that I'm not sure I'll finish off the batch I made. (but a funny, my father in law had some and yesterday morning he was joking that he had a bunch the night before and nothing happened to him either. Huh.)
We had an ultrasound. The technician was amazing and they had a little screen at the end of the bed so I didn't have to give myself a neck ache trying to see. He even switched the machine over to 3d for a bit. We didn't do this with Austin, and now I wish we had gotten at least one picture just so I can compare. I posted the picture on my Facebook and have been told it looks like Austin. I really didn't see it until people started saying it which is why I would have loved to compare. During the 3d part baby had a frowny face going the whole time. As I laid there watching I thought, hmm it was probably the cookies that made her sad. Lol!
Anyways, I figured I would do an update for those waiting on pins and needles to see if I was in labor. I'm not. I'm just sitting here suffering from very bad heartburn and insomnia. I'm hoping to be back asleep before 5am.
We had an ultrasound. The technician was amazing and they had a little screen at the end of the bed so I didn't have to give myself a neck ache trying to see. He even switched the machine over to 3d for a bit. We didn't do this with Austin, and now I wish we had gotten at least one picture just so I can compare. I posted the picture on my Facebook and have been told it looks like Austin. I really didn't see it until people started saying it which is why I would have loved to compare. During the 3d part baby had a frowny face going the whole time. As I laid there watching I thought, hmm it was probably the cookies that made her sad. Lol!
Anyways, I figured I would do an update for those waiting on pins and needles to see if I was in labor. I'm not. I'm just sitting here suffering from very bad heartburn and insomnia. I'm hoping to be back asleep before 5am.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Making cookies
I decided that maybe I would try making labour cookies. Yes, laugh at me with the old wives tales, but I figured it won't hurt at all right?!???
Well, it did hurt. My bank account. There are a lot of spices in the recipe that we didn't have so I had to buy. And spices aren't cheap! You also can't just buy a few tbs of them so now I have new jars of spices. But anyways, back to the cookies. The whole point is they are spicy and the spiciness induces labour. Again, couldn't hurt. Especially since I have this cold. Figured it would at least clear out my sinuses.
So, here is the recipe I used.
Labor Inducing Gingersnap Cookie Recipe
Ingredients:
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
3/4 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
8 tablespoons (or 1 stick) margarine
1/2 cup granulated sugar (will also need extra sugar to roll cookie dough in)
1 cup light brown sugar, packed
1/3 cup molasses
2 egg whites
Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Combine flour, baking soda, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, salt and cayenne pepper in small mixing bowl. Set dry ingredients aside.
Then blend margarine in large mixing bowl. Stir in brown sugar and granulated sugar slowly. Add the molasses, then the egg whites. Finally, add the dry ingredients to your mix.
Roll dough into ¾ inch balls. Roll cookie balls in sugar to lightly coat each cookie. Place balls on cookie sheet lined with parchment paper. Bake in oven for 8-10 minutes or until cookies are golden brown.
Found here - http://www.justmommies.com/pregnancy/labor-and-childbirth/labor-inducing-cookie-recipe
I busted out my new kitchenaid mixer for the event.
No, the bottle of wine in the background was not ingested at the same time. It's probably not any good since it's been opened and sitting on my counter for at least 4 months now... At least.
Got everything all mixed up.
And..... It looked like poop. I laughed and felt rather odd knowing I was going to be eating these. Then, because I am truly my mother's daughter, I had to prove just how much it really did look like poop.
(and I am so sad I didn't realize the picture was blurry until after I was done baking.) it's likely blurry because I was laughing while taking it.
Anyways, as you can see by the recipe above, it said to roll them into 3/4 of an inch balls. Here are my balls, I obviously don't know what 3/4 of an inch looks like. These are huge.
And the final out of the oven product
Not going to lie, they look pretty darn good!
They came out of the oven about 4:30. I let them cool and then we sat down to play a rousing game of candyland. I thought, oh, I'll have some cookies while playing. This is where I admit, I'm glad I made big balls (bahahaha) because I ended up with a lot of cookies and couldnt even imagine having twice as many. I put a few on my plate, then a few more. I told myself, self, you can totally do 12 cookies. So I went and sat down with my 12 cookies. Austin saw them and decided that he wanted a cookie. I said ok, he could try one all he wanted. He took a bite. I'm not sure how to convey the face. Disgust, fear and a little wtf mom was going on. I tried to hold in my laughter. Dave was nice enough to tell him he didn't have to eat any more of the cookie.
I start on my first cookie. I'm chewing away thinking, wow, these are pretty good, but I thought they were supposed to be spicy? Then I swallowed. THEN it hit me. Yup, there's the spice. (for the record I am a wimp at spices so it may not have been that bad to a normal person) but, one must soldier on. I finished that cookie like a pro. Started on my next. By the 3rd cookie I was slowing down and needed some water.
Needless to say? I did not make it to my 12 cookies. I got to 5. 5!!!! I just could not do any more.
When I first saw the recipe/idea for these it said to eat as many cookies as you can then go have a nap. So I went an laid down. I'll tell you what happened. Due to the spicy-ness I was coughing and could barely breathe and had to take my puffer. I laid in bed rather bored. Baby girl kicked the crap out of me from the inside for subjecting her to that. And I got heartburn. I got up around 7, had something to eat and relaxed on the couch. No idea what will happen tonight, but here is my plan.
Finish this post. Fill up my water bottle and maybe a second one, just in case. Grab some more cookies and turn them into a cookie sandwich stacking as many as I can on top of each other. Stuff them in before I want to throw up. take my puffer. Go to sleep. Hopefully by tomorrow morning I will be feeling something. Even if it's just the ability to breathe out my nose again.
If that doesn't work, well, at least it didn't hurt!
Well, it did hurt. My bank account. There are a lot of spices in the recipe that we didn't have so I had to buy. And spices aren't cheap! You also can't just buy a few tbs of them so now I have new jars of spices. But anyways, back to the cookies. The whole point is they are spicy and the spiciness induces labour. Again, couldn't hurt. Especially since I have this cold. Figured it would at least clear out my sinuses.
So, here is the recipe I used.
Labor Inducing Gingersnap Cookie Recipe
Ingredients:
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
3/4 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
8 tablespoons (or 1 stick) margarine
1/2 cup granulated sugar (will also need extra sugar to roll cookie dough in)
1 cup light brown sugar, packed
1/3 cup molasses
2 egg whites
Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Combine flour, baking soda, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, salt and cayenne pepper in small mixing bowl. Set dry ingredients aside.
Then blend margarine in large mixing bowl. Stir in brown sugar and granulated sugar slowly. Add the molasses, then the egg whites. Finally, add the dry ingredients to your mix.
Roll dough into ¾ inch balls. Roll cookie balls in sugar to lightly coat each cookie. Place balls on cookie sheet lined with parchment paper. Bake in oven for 8-10 minutes or until cookies are golden brown.
Found here - http://www.justmommies.com/pregnancy/labor-and-childbirth/labor-inducing-cookie-recipe
I busted out my new kitchenaid mixer for the event.
No, the bottle of wine in the background was not ingested at the same time. It's probably not any good since it's been opened and sitting on my counter for at least 4 months now... At least.
Got everything all mixed up.
And..... It looked like poop. I laughed and felt rather odd knowing I was going to be eating these. Then, because I am truly my mother's daughter, I had to prove just how much it really did look like poop.
(and I am so sad I didn't realize the picture was blurry until after I was done baking.) it's likely blurry because I was laughing while taking it.
Anyways, as you can see by the recipe above, it said to roll them into 3/4 of an inch balls. Here are my balls, I obviously don't know what 3/4 of an inch looks like. These are huge.
And the final out of the oven product
Not going to lie, they look pretty darn good!
They came out of the oven about 4:30. I let them cool and then we sat down to play a rousing game of candyland. I thought, oh, I'll have some cookies while playing. This is where I admit, I'm glad I made big balls (bahahaha) because I ended up with a lot of cookies and couldnt even imagine having twice as many. I put a few on my plate, then a few more. I told myself, self, you can totally do 12 cookies. So I went and sat down with my 12 cookies. Austin saw them and decided that he wanted a cookie. I said ok, he could try one all he wanted. He took a bite. I'm not sure how to convey the face. Disgust, fear and a little wtf mom was going on. I tried to hold in my laughter. Dave was nice enough to tell him he didn't have to eat any more of the cookie.
I start on my first cookie. I'm chewing away thinking, wow, these are pretty good, but I thought they were supposed to be spicy? Then I swallowed. THEN it hit me. Yup, there's the spice. (for the record I am a wimp at spices so it may not have been that bad to a normal person) but, one must soldier on. I finished that cookie like a pro. Started on my next. By the 3rd cookie I was slowing down and needed some water.
Needless to say? I did not make it to my 12 cookies. I got to 5. 5!!!! I just could not do any more.
When I first saw the recipe/idea for these it said to eat as many cookies as you can then go have a nap. So I went an laid down. I'll tell you what happened. Due to the spicy-ness I was coughing and could barely breathe and had to take my puffer. I laid in bed rather bored. Baby girl kicked the crap out of me from the inside for subjecting her to that. And I got heartburn. I got up around 7, had something to eat and relaxed on the couch. No idea what will happen tonight, but here is my plan.
Finish this post. Fill up my water bottle and maybe a second one, just in case. Grab some more cookies and turn them into a cookie sandwich stacking as many as I can on top of each other. Stuff them in before I want to throw up. take my puffer. Go to sleep. Hopefully by tomorrow morning I will be feeling something. Even if it's just the ability to breathe out my nose again.
If that doesn't work, well, at least it didn't hurt!
Friday, February 10, 2012
A wonderfully happy day
Today, there are lots of tears being shed across north America. They are all tears of sheer happiness.
Today, baby Layla came home.
For most people bringing a baby home from the hospital is a happy and exciting time but not an amazing event. Why is this such an amazing event? Because little baby Layla was born at only 24 weeks gestation. She weighed under 2lbs. 2 lbs!
Layla's mom is also part of my message board i'm on. I am so thankful for 'meeting' all these moms through this board. When they created a board off the bump (which is how I found all these wonderful ladies when I was pregnant with austin) I thought that maybe I wasn't 'cool' enough to join them, but I took a chance. I signed up anyways. Let me tell you. I am so glad I did. I check in daily to see what is going on. There are just over 300 of us on the board. I don't think we could have found any greater 300 women. We are snarky and sassy. But we are also compassionate and there for each other. Heaven forbid you wrong one of us, there are 299 more who will fall in line to make it right. We're like a crazy sorority, we'll be there for each other until the end I'm sure. When Layla came into this world we rallied together. Layla's mom went into the hospital with pains she thought to be her galbladder and foud out that it was not, it was HELLP. Hearing all this and knowing that Layla was just at the cusp of viability we joined hands virtually. We sent out positive thought, we prayed, we reached out to others to help keep them in Their thoughts and prayers. We took up donations to help cover some of the expenses that come with having a baby in the NICU. We sent cards. Austin sent big sister Alaina a card saying congrats on being a big sister. Gifts were sent. I'm sure their mailman wondered what was going on because I'm sure there was a sudden increase of mail for them. Nothing made me feel more proud to be part of an online community as I have been the past few months. Some people just don't get online friendships (like some of our husband's and mine as well in the beginning) but I can say I would feel lost without my friends. Sure we may not go out and hang out weekly, but we talk every day.
This whole thing has stirred up so many emotions. Layla was only 2 weeks further along then our little girl. Hearing about her birth scared me, I'm not going to lie. I could just as easily be in her same shoes. And while I know the fear and worry I had, it was likely a million times worse for her family. Our board has been rooting for both Layla and her mom (both were given only a 50% Survival rate after her birth) and many of us wait impatiently for updates. We've helped with advice and to just be an ear of support when things got overwhelming. I'm sure I'm not the only one who's day would brighten seeing new pictures of precious Layla, or hearing that she gained another ounce. I started sharing with Dave all about Layla and her journey and he started asking me daily for updates on her. I would take a screen shot of the newest pictures and send it to him so he could see her beautiful face too. As soon as I get news about her I text Dave to let him know too. I cried when I found out that Layla was finally going to be coming home. I wish I lived in Oklahoma so I could get some Layla snuggles in, but I will have to do that from afar.
So today, Layla finally came home. Just shy of 3 1/2 months after her early delivery. She has beat the odds and is growing and fighting. She is an unbelievably amazing little girl who will do amazing things. If the past 3 months prove anything, she will be for sure. Please join me in welcoming home this amazing little girl! Leave a comment here and I'll make sure it's seen. This has been a long time coming and I am just bursting at the seams with happiness and pride that this tiny girl has overcome so many odds that were stacked against her.
Today, baby Layla came home.
For most people bringing a baby home from the hospital is a happy and exciting time but not an amazing event. Why is this such an amazing event? Because little baby Layla was born at only 24 weeks gestation. She weighed under 2lbs. 2 lbs!
Layla's mom is also part of my message board i'm on. I am so thankful for 'meeting' all these moms through this board. When they created a board off the bump (which is how I found all these wonderful ladies when I was pregnant with austin) I thought that maybe I wasn't 'cool' enough to join them, but I took a chance. I signed up anyways. Let me tell you. I am so glad I did. I check in daily to see what is going on. There are just over 300 of us on the board. I don't think we could have found any greater 300 women. We are snarky and sassy. But we are also compassionate and there for each other. Heaven forbid you wrong one of us, there are 299 more who will fall in line to make it right. We're like a crazy sorority, we'll be there for each other until the end I'm sure. When Layla came into this world we rallied together. Layla's mom went into the hospital with pains she thought to be her galbladder and foud out that it was not, it was HELLP. Hearing all this and knowing that Layla was just at the cusp of viability we joined hands virtually. We sent out positive thought, we prayed, we reached out to others to help keep them in Their thoughts and prayers. We took up donations to help cover some of the expenses that come with having a baby in the NICU. We sent cards. Austin sent big sister Alaina a card saying congrats on being a big sister. Gifts were sent. I'm sure their mailman wondered what was going on because I'm sure there was a sudden increase of mail for them. Nothing made me feel more proud to be part of an online community as I have been the past few months. Some people just don't get online friendships (like some of our husband's and mine as well in the beginning) but I can say I would feel lost without my friends. Sure we may not go out and hang out weekly, but we talk every day.
This whole thing has stirred up so many emotions. Layla was only 2 weeks further along then our little girl. Hearing about her birth scared me, I'm not going to lie. I could just as easily be in her same shoes. And while I know the fear and worry I had, it was likely a million times worse for her family. Our board has been rooting for both Layla and her mom (both were given only a 50% Survival rate after her birth) and many of us wait impatiently for updates. We've helped with advice and to just be an ear of support when things got overwhelming. I'm sure I'm not the only one who's day would brighten seeing new pictures of precious Layla, or hearing that she gained another ounce. I started sharing with Dave all about Layla and her journey and he started asking me daily for updates on her. I would take a screen shot of the newest pictures and send it to him so he could see her beautiful face too. As soon as I get news about her I text Dave to let him know too. I cried when I found out that Layla was finally going to be coming home. I wish I lived in Oklahoma so I could get some Layla snuggles in, but I will have to do that from afar.
So today, Layla finally came home. Just shy of 3 1/2 months after her early delivery. She has beat the odds and is growing and fighting. She is an unbelievably amazing little girl who will do amazing things. If the past 3 months prove anything, she will be for sure. Please join me in welcoming home this amazing little girl! Leave a comment here and I'll make sure it's seen. This has been a long time coming and I am just bursting at the seams with happiness and pride that this tiny girl has overcome so many odds that were stacked against her.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Wordless Wednesday
Well, I have some words, but it's probably not best to put them in writing in public. ;) lol to say this was a mess is an understatement. Plus our house is really dry right now. Dry = static = the foam balls stick to everything and refuse to come off.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Sibling love
I snapped this pic last night. Austin was going to bed and said goodnight, gave kisses, told the baby good night, then lifted up my top to do this
That is him waiting to feel the baby kick him. He said that she did, but I didn't feel anything.
He keeps talking about baby. "when him get here I share my toys?" (he calls everyone a him by the way) "baby kicking in mommy's tummy?" and if you ask him what the baby's name should be - yes, we STILL haven't picked a name- he is very adamant it should be baby girl.
Today I am 37 weeks pregnant and can't wait to see them interacting!! Only a few more weeks!
That is him waiting to feel the baby kick him. He said that she did, but I didn't feel anything.
He keeps talking about baby. "when him get here I share my toys?" (he calls everyone a him by the way) "baby kicking in mommy's tummy?" and if you ask him what the baby's name should be - yes, we STILL haven't picked a name- he is very adamant it should be baby girl.
Today I am 37 weeks pregnant and can't wait to see them interacting!! Only a few more weeks!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
The mom bath
Last night I had what is known as a mom bath. I got Austin into bed, ran hot water and bubbles, and settled nicely. He was nice and quiet in his room, so one would gather he was sleeping. Then...
Footsteps. He goes into our bedroom and says "mommy, me have more water? Mommy?" then he finds me in the bathroom. The following is what happened next.
A: what you doing mommy?
M: having a bath
A: a bath? *looks at me weird because I am just laying there*
M: yes buddy, a bath.
A: *picks up step stool* me watch you. *sits on step stool right beside the tub.*
M: no Austin, get a drink of water and go back to bed.
A: me watching you! You play my toy?
M: no, I don't need a t.... *he drops the toy in the bath* toy. Sigh.
A: you play with my toy! You play more?
M: mommy doesn't play in her bath.
A: look, a dolphin! *plop goes the dolphin in the tub*
M: just get your water and go to bed, mommy doesn't need toys.
A: duckie!! *in goes the duck*
M: stop putting toys in the...
A: turtle! *splash*
M: stop throwing toys in the tub, just go back to bed!
A: rabbit? *holds the rabbit up for me to decide*
M: no rabbit in the tub. Mommy doesn't play.
A: rabbit blast off! 1,2,3 blast off *blasts the rabbit off the side of the tub nearly landing it in the toilet.*
M: do not throw your toys in the toilet!!!! Time for you to blast off to bed. 1,2,3, blast off! *starts to leave with the rabbit* and leave the rabbit.
I then wash my hair, get out of the tub, take him the water he originally came in for, tucked him back into bed and told him to stay there.
So much for a peaceful bath. Sigh.
Footsteps. He goes into our bedroom and says "mommy, me have more water? Mommy?" then he finds me in the bathroom. The following is what happened next.
A: what you doing mommy?
M: having a bath
A: a bath? *looks at me weird because I am just laying there*
M: yes buddy, a bath.
A: *picks up step stool* me watch you. *sits on step stool right beside the tub.*
M: no Austin, get a drink of water and go back to bed.
A: me watching you! You play my toy?
M: no, I don't need a t.... *he drops the toy in the bath* toy. Sigh.
A: you play with my toy! You play more?
M: mommy doesn't play in her bath.
A: look, a dolphin! *plop goes the dolphin in the tub*
M: just get your water and go to bed, mommy doesn't need toys.
A: duckie!! *in goes the duck*
M: stop putting toys in the...
A: turtle! *splash*
M: stop throwing toys in the tub, just go back to bed!
A: rabbit? *holds the rabbit up for me to decide*
M: no rabbit in the tub. Mommy doesn't play.
A: rabbit blast off! 1,2,3 blast off *blasts the rabbit off the side of the tub nearly landing it in the toilet.*
M: do not throw your toys in the toilet!!!! Time for you to blast off to bed. 1,2,3, blast off! *starts to leave with the rabbit* and leave the rabbit.
I then wash my hair, get out of the tub, take him the water he originally came in for, tucked him back into bed and told him to stay there.
So much for a peaceful bath. Sigh.
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