Pictures from a Bragging Mom

"Mmmmm. He's sweet." - Beau


My Sleeping Boys


A Smile is Worth a Thousand Words

A Reasoning Man

I was half asleep, keeping my eyes closed in the event that Hottie would expect me to get up and get the baby. I figured if I shut them for a few minutes more, he'd do it. Sure enough, like the good daddy he is, he hopped up, went over to Cole and started changing him.

I peeked my eyes open and watched my boys. A new favorite past time that brings a smile to my face when I watch them together. Father and son interacting. This morning (or was in the middle of the night?), there was a one sided conversation to go along with the show.

"Now, son, there's no reason for this." I watched as he quickly grabbed another diaper. "You can't keep pottying right in the middle of being changed. We're wasting diapers here, kiddo. From now on, do your business before I change you, not during. I don't want to tell you again."

Cole just regarded his daddy with the steely gray stare that accompanies all infants. While daddy may feel better trying to reason with a newborn, I saw no point. He may have just joined our world, but we're not the ones in charge here.

Little Man

I've added some pictures of our Little Man, so everyone can rave about how cute and adorable he is! I think he's the spitting image of his daddy, but his Tia and cousin, Ashley, disagree. I'll let all of you be the judge!

Cole Andrew has arrived!

More details to follow once I get some sleep and figure out how to download the pictures to my laptop. He was born June 6th at 7:46 PM weighing in at 7 pounds 3 ounces and was 20 1/2 inches long. Looks like a mini version of his daddy!

Hottie Gets a Job!

As some of you know, there is not a lazy bone in Hottie's hot body. Matter of fact, he makes the rest of us mere humans look pathetically lazy. So, when he told me last year that he wanted to start his own lawn business, what was a girl to say except "Go for it!" I knew that regardless of what I said, Hottie's idea was already fully formed, he'd already planned it all out, and was now, not asking for permission, but merely letting me know that he was about to start another project that he would make a success.

When we moved into the house, Hottie told me he was a handyman. Now, a lot of guys says this and don't mean it. Shortly after we moved in, Hottie said that he was going to put in a workshop in the garage. He spent a couple of weeks planning it out, drawing up plans, and measuring the wall. I thought he was all talk and no action. Little did I know. I left on a business trip on Monday and came home on Friday to a new garage. Along the left wall, he'd built a wooden shelf, with drawers underneath, and hung cabinets on the wall where his tools and machinery were already in place. Wow! I thought, He's handy! And the workmanship of the space was easily on par with a professional's. Friends have wanted to hire him to do a workshop in their garages. And when he built my arbor/pergola with my flagstone patio underneath, their faces turned green with envy, little horns grew out of their heads, and they prayed that their men would magically turn handy like Hottie.

So, when he told me that he wanted to start a business, I knew he would take the time to do it right. And he did. He did research online, registered his business's name with the state, bought a trailer and equipment, invoice software, and any other trappings of a business that he could think of. Then he started passing out his business cards.

And today, he got his first customer! Whoo-hoo! Bring home the bacon, Hottie!

Why I'm Not a Doctor

We went in for our sonogram on Wednesday morning. I settled on the table as the technician got everything ready. "I couldn't find our CD anywhere in our house, so I'll need to go ahead and purchase a new one." I tell her. They'll record the sonogram on a CD and give it to me to keep for a small $3 fee.

"Well, at this late stage of the pregnancy, the babies are usually head down, face down, so there's not much to see, but I can go ahead and burn it on a CD for you." She reached for the gel to slather some on my stomach.

"Oh, I don't know that he's turned yet." I point to the huge lump sticking out my right side. "I think that's his butt and his head is over here. I think he's laying sideways."

She placed the sensor on my lower stomach, right above my pelvic bone. "Yup, there's his head. Head down, face down."

I called my mom on the way out to fill her in on the news. "He turned, Mom! I don't know when, but he's head down, face down and in position. He hasn't dropped yet, though. That big lump on my right side is his shoulders, and the smaller lump on my left is his feet. He weights 6 pounds 3 ounces so far."

"That's great! Have you packed your bag yet?"

"No, but I still have two weeks before I'm due and I'm not dilated yet at all. She said that if I go over a week, then we'll look at inducing. I think I'll end up being right on time." I pause a moment while I think about that. "But, then, what do I know? I thought my kid was laying sideways. I'll pack my bag this weekend."

Baby Update

We're now meeting with the doctor once a week. We met with her yesterday and she advised that we'll have a sonogram on our next visit next week. As some of you who have seen me are aware, Kiddo is laying sideways, or transverse. His butt is prominently displayed on my right side and his head is poking out my left side, instead of the head down position that he's supposed to be in.

So, Doc is giving us a sonogram to check him out and see exactly how he's laying. From what I've read on the internet, most babies turn head down by the 36 weeks mark, which I passed last Friday. This little guy, though, hasn't budged an inch. He still may spontaneously turn, but if he's stubborn at all like his mom and dad, then I don't see that happening.

I'll let everyone know how the sonogram goes next week and see if I can post some picture of him!