Want to hear about our life lately?
I have said before that my favorite thing EVER is to witness a baby learning to talk, and to finally hear what's really on his little mind. Silas is no exception. I love love love listening to him. Lately there's been quite an obsession with all things Toy Story in our home, and I often hear Silas acting out scenes from his bed as he tries (in vain, thank you Lord) to skip his nap - "You! Are! A! TOY!" or "To infinity - and beyond!" Cracks me up.
Another Silas story - a few weeks ago I had an OB check-up scheduled. When I told Silas he was going to Grandma's because I was going to see the doctor, Silas said, "Do you have strep throat Mama?" "No baby," I said. "I'm going to check on Emmy." He thought for a minute, then said, "Does Emmy have strep throat, Mama?"
Poor kid. He's had strep throat 5? 6? times since Easter. Yes, we are getting rid of it in between, we've checked. No, we don't know how/where he's picking it up so often. One doctor told me to look for a carrier. Another doctor told me not to bother. Either way, everyone agrees he'll be less likely to get sick as often if we take out his tonsils, which will happen this Friday. It's the most common surgery in childhood, and really should be no big deal. But that doesn't keep me from worrying about it, of course. We will spend Friday night in the hospital. I know a lot of people would prefer to come home and avoid a hospital stay, but I personally am glad for it. When you need a nurse at 2 a.m., there's no better place to be. Plus, we aren't getting any sleep that night either way.
In other news, Emmy is growing. And growing, and growing. I'm 27 weeks today. Remarkably, I have not been anxious at all during this pregnancy. Through work, I frequently meet babies who were born younger than Emmy is RIGHT NOW, and I still haven't been worried about her. I can't explain it really - considering I spent my entire pregnancy with Silas convinced something was going to happen to him, I don't know why I've been so at peace this go-round. Except that maybe Emmanuel has been aptly named.
All that I really have to say about being pregnant is that I'm craving sugar all the time. I am not watching my weight - well, I'm watching it climb - but I am trying to remember that I do have to lose this weight in a few months. My goal is for the number of times I choose bananas or yogurt to outweigh the number of times I choose Lucky Charms or ice cream. I would like to think that will matter later.
We've also been enjoying college football this year. If you aren't from the Deep South, you may not know that football is a religion here (ever seen Friday Night Lights?), but Brian and I are only nominal believers. This year we've enjoyed watching games together on Saturday evenings, though I think I may be the only mother in the Deep South who hopes her sons do NOT excel in football. I've put a lot of energy into nourishing their little bones. I'd rather not see them crushed on national television one day.
Last thing -
Today Asher and I were in the car when he announced, "I'm pretending to be a girl." "Okay," I said, "but what do girls do that boys don't do?" I assumed he would say something about pregnancy, since that is such a normal part of our conversation right now. Instead he said, "They have make-overs."
Fair enough, son. Generally speaking, boys do not usually have make-overs.