BEE-utiful day

Grayson is in love with her Halloween costume. She likes it so much, she wouldn't even let me clip the price tag off! Not only that, it has been a beautiful day. We've gone for a wagon ride, had a picnic, swung on the swings and will head to a Fall Festival with jumping things to wear out energetic almost three year olds at a local church.
In addition to it being bee-utiful, the boy turned 11 months on Thursday and so I must show you his big boy look.
Such a happy boy! I forgot to mention that the Fall Festival is free and I got some good shots of Grayson painting the driveway and herself that I will have to post for you l8tr! Man, every time I see how big his noggin is, I am almost thankful I had a c-section!

Grant's First Haircut

After daycare called yesterday afternoon to say that she would be closed again today (this is costing me $100 a day by the way!) I decided it was time for drastic measures. I have always loved little boys with those soft buzz-cut heads and so I thought when Grant turned one (which I don't know why the rule is to not cut their hair until they are one anyway - who made this rule and why am I expected to follow it?!) I would get him a little buzz. Well, the sitter's doctor recommended we do it.
So we did.
She also suggested that we get our kids on this powerful medication that helps them to resist the lice. I am not going that far. I believe I did a thorough treatment the first time and just did one yesterday to humor her. ANYWAY, I digress (what would my blog be without some of those?!?)
So the hairstylist called at about 3 to say she had a cancellation at 4:15 and was I interested? Heck ya! So we got both kids hair cut. Now that it is over, I can't help but miss his hair. I mean it is only hair and it will grow back, but I still miss how he used to wake up with "horns" because it was sticking up. Yeah, it will grow back. I also can't help but feel he looks a little like a cancer patient. It makes me sad. But, it will grow back right? He's a little cranky today. I don't blame him. Here are a few pictures to commemorate the event.
Before:
That's chocolate juice dripping off his mouth.
This next one makes me flash to the future if he should join the Armed Services.


And the final outcome:
And now, just so his sister has equal blog-time (which I noticed she did not have any pictures!) Here is one that makes me laugh because the delay on the camera is just long enough that instead of catching her standing on the stool and being told to get down, it caught her falling.
And last but not least, her new jammies and hair.
She matches her wall!

Happy 9 months!

Remember this guy? It's hard to believe that my little guy has now been out in the world as long as he was inside me. He has his "official" 9 month check up tomorrow, so I will update on all his data then. But when we went to the dr. to check his ears he weighed 21.5 lbs.! And he has his first ear infection. But he looks amazingly happy in these pictures.

Plus the blog hasn't had any pictures on it as of late. So what better than a beautiful baby boy to brighten a blog. ( and add a bunch of alliteration! )

His hair doesn't really look like Eddie Munster's that much in real-life. Don't ya just want to kiss those cheeks?!
Edited to add his stats: 21 lbs. and 28.5 in.

BIG boy

Grant had his 6 month check up Friday(almost a month late thanks to the busy-ness at the end of the school year) and here are his stats:
Height = 27 inches.
Weight = 19.9 pounds.
OMG No wonder my arms are getting tight and tired! And because I can't resist him, here is a recent pic. of that sweet boy.

5 months old

today Grant is 5 months old. I can't believe it has gone by so quickly. Happy 5 month birthday little buddy.

Guess who's coming to dinner?

Not Grandma like we thought, but Grant! The weather was too treacherous for Grandma to venture over safely. So, my sweet almost five month old boy sat in the high chair for the first time tonight. I'll do my best to include a picture. It's another milestone in his life. I was reading my friend Rebecca's blog and she lamented kids growing up being bittersweet and I have to agree. It's so exciting that he is starting to eat big boy food and sit up, but then it is sad too because he is not my BABY anymore.
He is SO precious....which leads to my next dilemma. We have had 3 great days together. We took the most glorious nap together this afternoon. I love being with him, and yet
I love teaching.
I sway between wanting to be a stay at home mom and a working mom. Good days, I wish I was home, bad days I am so glad I get to go to work. And then comes the guilt monster for feeling like I don't want to be around my kids when they are misbehaving. Well, right now it's really only my 2 yr. old who tells me "NO" to just about everything. It causes me to pray! I really don't know what to do with her, other than do my best to be consistent and patient. I feel like I can't do anything right and everything that she does that is wrong is my fault. Tomorrow I return to being away from them for almost 50 hours a week and we'll see how I feel.

The days before Grant was born

I guess I should start a few days before he was born....like the Wednesday before he was born. I went to my weekly doctor's appointment expecting to get the usual pee-in-a-cup, blood pressure, measure the tummy check. As the doctor (Dr. B to be exact) starts feeling my belly and says he wants to check my amniotic fluid with the ultrasound. I'm thinking "hurry up I've got to go get Grayson in a few minutes". He starts the machine and squeezes some of the jelly on my tummy. He slides the wand around and around and around. Then he cuts it off and tells me I'm low and we need to induce! Oh My GOD I'm thinking. Immediately,my mind starts racing through the list of things I have yet to accomplish but need to - grading 52 science fair projects and research papers, making 9 weeks of sub-plans for 4 different classes, arranging more specifically for someone to care for Grayson while I'm at the hospital, PACKING MY BAG!!!!(do I know where that tube of lanolin is that I stashed so that Grayson wouldn't use it as toothpaste?!), putting together the cradle and making a spot for it in our bedroom ,etc. "I've got two more weeks until this kid is supposed to be born". I wait at the desk while Dr. B calls the hospital to arrange my induction - they offer me 6:45 the next morning. UMMMMM- NO that won't work for me! After a few more times back and forth, I get a spot on Saturday morning at 8:00 a.m. Perfect ( or so I think!) He tells me they will make it real special for me and that makes me feel better because I'm just not quite ready mentally for this kid to be here. I'm ready to not be pregnant, but I had my heart set on a December baby and this will definitely mess up our Thanksgiving plans. Plus, I'm still trying to get over the HORRIBLE stomach flu my husband so lovingly brought home to us about a week ago. I'm on the phone as soon as I'm out the door - first to daycare to let her know why I'm late and then to Greg my husband. Then I call for a substitute. I get Grayson and slap something together for dinner. We enjoy one of our last times as a family of three laughing and loving.