Close to flippin crap off

This day could really use a kick in the rear!  It needs to get better real quick!  I woke up this morning to my dog laying in my closet happily napping after he ate close to my entire collection of underwear.  I think I might have shed a tear over it, but I would never admit that.  Especially after seeing that he ate 3 brand spanking new pair that weren't exactly cheap. Why???? Oh, why is he such an idiot?

Is it partly my fault? I guess, yes.  I left my closet door open one time and he thinks the bank vault is open just for him.  I knew of his dirty little obsession. That's why I leave my door closed so he can't access my things!  Then I elbowed myself right in the sweet spot of my knee as I was cleaning up his mess.  Did I mention this all happened at 5 AM!!!!  I was NOT a happy camper and he soon realized how bitterly cold it was outside this morning. 

I used to be a dog lover, I really did.  But this guy has almost brought me to the point of never wanting to have another animal again.  That's a big statement for me! 

At least the boys were in really sweet moods this morning.  That or they could really sense my dislike for the morning.  Wyatt greeted me with a big, "Mommy......... I love you!"  and Waylon was super sweet and asking for extra hugs.  At least I have that under my belt for the day. 

Dale is sick with a sore throat as I was the last two days, but you know how much worse his is!  I really hope he feels better soon!

And HOPEFULLY lastly.... the roads are clear people!  You are welcome to drive AT LEAST the speed limit!  AT LEAST!  And if you don't quite feel like driving AT LEAST the speed limit, GET YOUR ASS OVER! 

A scene from my life

First things first.  I am trying not to get anxious, but I am getting anxious!  I have had contractions since Friday 15 to 20 minutes apart pretty consistently.  Only thing is I have no pain and they keep fading or I stop paying attention because I get annoyed.  So, I'm just waiting on the pain to start.  I do go to the doc today.  I don't know what she will say since labor with Wyatt was so quick and I have had contractions for awhile now.  Anyway, I'm hoping that I am a 4 or better and that time is dwindling down.  My bag is in the car, but that was probably my curse! 

Onto business...

Last night the boys weren't tired.  I can't stand when they aren't tired at bedtime.  That means they stay up probably past midnight screwing around and are angry, whiny, little crabs in the morning.  It was 10:30 and I was ready for bed and even though they were in their beds, they weren't sleeping.  More like screaming and stealing things from each other.  Wyatt came in the living room to let me know something that happened on a show and while he was repeating the whole highly interesting story to his dad I went back and made sure Waylon didn't get out of bed.

Wyatt came back into the room...
climbed up to the top bunk with his bro...
as he was still standing he stuck his cupped hand down his jammie pants...
let a couple of juicy farts fly...
took his cupped hand out of his jammie pants...
and held it over his brother's nose demanding that Waylon smell it. 

Needless to say I have seen a bigger more manly person in our house do this before to a poor unsuspecting, yet giggling little boy and now he has passed the reigns! 

Oh, the pride I feel...
Oh, the hilarity...

(sarcasm!) but they do put a ridiculous type smile on my face as I shake my head in ironic disbelief, yet joyful thought at the reality of this being my life.

Hours before this scene Wyatt came walking through the living room with his pants down just under his butt.  Excuse me for asking what the heck he was up to and why his butt was hanging out.  He was going to take a shower.  I totally should have known this by the tone my answer was delivered in!  But, he had to throw away a dryer sheet first like there aren't a million trash cans in the house, one being in the room he just came from.  Guess who followed suit?  Poor thing couldn't get his diaper undone though so he came waddling in with his pants around his ankles asking if I could take his diaper off so he could run around like Wyatt. 

You poor nameless child, you.  You don't have a chance and I have a feeling you might be a hundred times worse!

Any Day Now Sharp #3 Final Pregger Details

Since my last days of having this baby in my belly are nearing an end I thought I would take one giant look back on these last 9 months and how much I have changed.  I hardly recognize the girl in some of these pictures!!!  As you all should know by now, Dale and I weren't planning to have our 3rd child when he decided that he didn't care.  He was ready.  It was a surprise made known to us as we planned Wyatt's 4th birthday party.  It has been in God's hands and done with His timing from the very start.  We were surprised and really excited.  Dale thought we were having a girl for sure!  He even had her name picked out.  Me, I wasn't so sure.  It felt like boy to me and I was right. 

My first appearance of a baby bump and the oh so creative way I broke the news to the world using the boys.  Wyatt flashing a 3 and Waylon wearing his big brother's big brother t-shirt. 

I'm still in aw of how it all happened.  I am still kind of in shock that we will be having another tiny little body join our family any day now.  Recently I received a gift with a onesie inside.  When I saw the size of that onsie I had a small freak out moment and asked if it was a little too late to be freaking out?

Here I am at one of my college friend's wedding.  This is a little alteration we had to do to my bridesmaid dress because it wouldn't fit.  This was before I was at the news breaking stage. 

Getting...

bigger...

and...

 

bigger!

I'm so glad I did this!

I love when the boys join me for my mini self portrait photo shoots!

Time...

to...

start...

picking...

 (not sure what happened to the coloring on that one!)

up...

the...

pace!

The boys are bigger (and need haircuts)!  I am bigger (36 pounds bigger, yeah I admitted it)!  Our family is just about to be bigger!

Let the fighting, loving, joy, stress, snuggling, yelling, happiness, and pure blessings continue...

We're ready! 

This little boy has already taught me so much about myself.  He has brought true meaning to the lesson of what's important in life and to slow down and stop trying to control every aspect.  If he can teach me this much before I even see his precious little face the thought of what his little life will bring to ours is breathtaking to me. 

He will be here any day now. Monday I was dilated to a three at 371/2 weeks.  Some days I feel like it could be any minute and the next day I feel fine, but I think we might find ourselves naming this little guy when we see his face next week.  That's my prediction.

Stay tuned and thanks for following our journey! 

Wordless Wednesday

It's a tough call, but there are few things better than a nice warm cup of hot cocoa after a long day of sledding in the cold!

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Wordless Wednesday - Running out of room

This is what my bed looks like sometimes.  Notice the little room I have!  We are running out of room in so many ways, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.

One thing I know I will miss someday is waking up to this scene.  Early weekend morning sneak-ins for a couple of hours of snuggle time.  It's one of the best things on earth.

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My first born

Update:  I actually wrote this post yesterday while I was having some freak hormonal thing going on.  I was thinking all my writing about it would do me in for an awful night, but it didn't.  We had a great night.  Wyatt wanted to be with me more than ever and we played and laughed our butts off ... all of us.   The kitchen was a mess, but the giggles and screams filled our house and fogged my irritation to a messy place.  I got the sweetest note from my sister, and we also got some great, loving, encouraging news.  More on that later.  Now that was a good Monday! 

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I think a part of me is already mourning the loss of him. Not the physical loss of him, but the loss of his babiness and toddler time. The loss of him needing me to fulfill his every need. He is a big boy now who goes to the bathroom without being told and wipes his own hinny and blows his own nose. I put a lot of expectations on him and when I think about how much I expect from him it brings tears to my eyes. He is the boy that made my dreams come true. He’s the one that gave me a ton of my firsts. First time mommy, first time making a fool of myself and not caring, first time love that I didn’t even know went that deep or hurt that bad, first one to pee and puke all over me.

I know I have to let him go and let him grow up to be a strong respected man, but a part of me wants to always be the one that makes his hurt go away with a kiss and a cuddle. The more he grows and the more he picks out his own clothes, gets zoned out by a video game, or gets too busy playing with other kids the more I miss him. I miss him!

It is true what they say about having more than one child and finding that you love each of them so differently, but not one more than the other. Waylon and I have quite a connection. We’ve had that connection since day one where he just seems to “get” me. I can find him just looking at me with this reassuring expression that everything is going to be ok when I am stressed. Wyatt and I have our connection too. We don’t need to say a lot to each other. He knows when a hug is in order and he knows when he needs to apologize for “making me angry”. He still to this day just spouts out he loves me in the rarest of times with a ton of meaning and he knows that there is noone I would love to cuddle with more than his little skinny self.

I just don’t want the poor child to resent me someday. It seems like the older he is getting the more trouble he is into. He tests me more and he does things that make me question what in the world he was thinking. I just don’t get him sometimes. And he can turn on a dime. One minute he is playing nicely with his brother the next his face turns sour and he is trying to beat the crap out of him. I’m not saying Waylon isn’t an instigator in any of it, but Wyatt just freaks! Maybe he takes after me?!

If nothing else this past year our family has learned firsthand how quickly life can turn. We question ourselves, was there more I could do? Did I spend the time I needed? Did I do all the right things? Did I see their face enough? Did I enjoy the time with them enough? Did I tell them how I felt enough? Do they know how much they mean to me?

The time is passing way too quickly and the boys keep getting bigger and older and I find myself in retrospect asking the same questions, did I do everything I could do or did I let routine and schedules and school night and bedtime get in the way? Did we take the breaks we needed just to allow them to be kids? Did we enjoy them and did they enjoy us? I think you can stamp a big red lettered FAIL on that. Too many times I have expected way too much. Too many times I have sat with my face in a scowl rather than a smile. Too many times I have spent yelling rather than giggling. Sure, you need a balance and they need structure, but in retrospect, we didn’t do enough. I didn’t do enough.

It’s time I stop mourning the loss of my first born before I have ever lost him. It’s time to get back to our connection growing as his clothing size and age increase. It’s time for me to bask in the moment when he wants to come in early from a cold day of working outside with his daddy to warm up by his mommy and time for me to take complete advantage of that special time.

Robert Wyatt Sharp, I hope you know how much I love you and that you know you mean the world to me even when we have both had our worst days. You are my dream come true and you always will be no matter what. I love you ssssooooo much!

Sharp #3 More Details

Here we are week 37.  I still can't believe I am about to have another boy in the house talking about pee pee's and announcing their farts, hitting each other over the head with toys and taking turns in choke holds.  We have a good year before he gets in on all that fun though.  So what's up lately?  I tipped the scale and measured right where I needed to be last week.  I was also dilated to a 1, which means nothing at this point.  I go back Wednesday.  Hopefully I will have progressed, but I am ok with not. 

Some endearing terms I have heard as of late:
"Wow!"
"Oh my God, you are huge!"
"Wow, you're ready to go, huh?!"
"How close are you?"
"You're sure there aren't twins in there?"
"You ain't no small thing."
"You look great!"
"You look so small for less than a month"
"Hey there, big mama!"

Blah, blah, blah!  Which is it people?  Am I large or am I small?  Really, I don't care.  I feel ... pregnant!  I think I am a bit smaller than I was with Waylon at this point, but Waylon IS Mr. Hefty.

Sleep, getting dressed, tying my shoes, carrying the boys around, getting up from the couch, getting down to the couch, bathing boys, turning over at night, it's all getting much more difficult to do at the speed I am used to.  All of it telling me we are at the end.  I'm not nervous.  I am not anxious.  I am not completely ready.  We don't have a final name.  I don't have my bag packed.  I don't have room on my video camera.  The room was ready, but now isn't.  I don't have the pump or bottles ready.  One would think I might start panicking, but I'm not. 

Throw some clothes in a bag.  Get some videos off of the video camera or buy a new card.  Run some bottles through the dishwasher.  Throw a sheet on the bassinet mattress.  Throw the car seat in the car.  Wash up his coming home outfit and we are gold.  The rest?  It will get done in due time.  I love this new outlook on life and what this new little guy has already taught me and brought to our family. 

A few things that are absolutely ready are 8 arms waiting to hold his tiny new body.

Happy New Year, all.  No resolutions here.  I've got too much other stuff going on.  Or maybe I will try to be nicer to Dale some, but that comes with the release of most of these hormones, right?!!  I would like to redesign the blog and rename it in my spare time.  We will see how far I get with that!  I'll update you later on this week's progress.