Slacker in Remission and the Big Boy Bed

Today during Ryan's nap I put batteries in the disc man and played some Mozart to Sweet Pea. Oddly enough Jay asked me if I had been playing music to the baby last night and I don't think he had read my blog. He proceeded to give me a guilt trip and apologize to my Sweet Pea that she wouldn't be smart! I promptly smacked him in the head for saying things that might damage Sweet Pea's self-esteem. Then I decided I really needed to get on this music thing. Hence the Mozart today. As per Jay's instruction when I was doing this with Ryan, I put one speaker on each side of my tummy so Sweet Pea could experience the stereo sound. She either loved it or hated it. She was kicking and dancing away. I've often wondered if kicks and such actually mean the baby likes something. I'm going to keep doing it because it's relaxing for me and just might be good for her:-)

On to Ryan's latest thing...
The big boy bed has been a success so far. Ryan has done really well most nights. Usually one of us will go up with him after stories and sing his songs. He gets in his bed and we give him a kiss and leave the room. Some nights he fusses a little, but leaving the door cracked has helped with that. When he wakes up he waits for us to come get him. I often hear him singing little songs to himself or calling "mommy, mommy, mommy" until I go get him. I love to stand outside his door for just a few seconds to hear his little songs. It's so sweet.

2nd Baby Slacker

I have been a total slacker with this pregnancy. No pregnancy yoga(though that didn't last long the first time either), no playing classical music to my belly every day, no taking extra care to eat healthy, no reading "What to Expect when You're Expecting" monthly(if not weekly). I feel really bad. It's not like I want to cheat this baby, but I just feel so busy all the time. You know too busy to exercise, too busy to look for that CD Player and the silly adapter so I can use it, too busy to make good food=eating whatever is handy...you get the gist. If this baby doesn't turn out as smart as Ryan I'm totally going to blame myself for failing to form those synapses when she was in-utero. In an effort to not totally fail my unborn child I suggested Baby Mozart when Ryan wanted to watch a movie this evening. He happily agreed. It's good to bring back an old favorite every now and then. I put on the surround sound and sat down right in what Jay calls the 'premium listening area'. I put up my feet and just chilled while the movie was on instead of picking up/doing dishes/ making dinner or otherwise using the time for general keeping up purposes. I was justly rewarded by 20 minutes of a dancing belly. It was the biggest movement and longest duration of any of Sweet Pea's dance parties. I think she liked it!

He's a Keeper

I guess I kind of knew that when I married him, but days like today really spotlight how wonderful my Jay is. He did the grocery shopping for me. Not one of those, "If you REALLY want me to" trips either. He went with no complaints, he even sort of volunteered AND took Zach with him. He only called me once from the store(he made a point to try to do it on his own) and managed to bring home good stuff! He was so thoughtful of what he bought- easy meals with most of the prep work done so I wouldn't have to be on my feet for long periods of time. He also bought some sweet pea scented bubble bath because he knows how much I enjoy a good bath these days and he 'knew it would make me smile' :-) How sweet is he?!

A Short Plug

Look what Erin made for Sweet Pea! Okay, it's really for me. Just like the one she designed for Ryan was really for me too:-) These adorable tees and many more are available now in Erin's e-store-Tale of a Baby Human Boutique.

33 Weeks Tomorrow

Tomorrow my pregnancy hits 33 weeks. That means 7 more weeks at the most! It's getting to the point where I realize this baby isn't just a funny moving bump, but she is going to be her own little person- SOON. Separate from her mommy. She will cry and laugh, well mostly just cry and poop at first, but eventually she will get cute little haircuts and play games with her brothers. It's almost like imagining your toddler as a teen. You know it's going to happen, but it doesn't quite seem real. I can't picture my little girl. Just typing my little girl makes me smile. What will she look like? Will she be a cuddler like Ryan? Will she want to ride horses like mommy? Will she love going to father/daughter dances and dancing on daddy's feet? Will she like girly things, be a Tom Boy or the perfect mix of frilly adventurer? Will she be smart, athletic, curious, dramatic? I can't wait to find out!