This and That

This post will probably be all over the place. Hang in there.

*We are 33 weeks preggers and will be 34 on Monday. All bets are on as to when Mary Phillips will make her debut. It makes me laugh when I get to this point of pregnancy because everyone tries to decide when she'll be born and none of us have any control or say-so. It's obviously up to the good Lord and MP. Let me just say this...I have a four year old with a busier social calendar than I ever thought about having. Therefore, if MP decides she wants to be born any time during weeks 37 and 38, we are up a creek. (Sidenote: Millie was born at 37 1/2 weeks) Actually, it's perfectly fine but that means I will have to miss some end of the year function for Mo which makes me sad. She has her school spring musical, class party day, ballet rehearsal and recital, etc. If we can get to 39 weeks I'm all good and MP can do her thing whenever. Taylor is also on trauma right now (busiest rotation ever) and will be until the end of May. Another reason why I'm more than okay with trying to get to our due date of May 27.

*What happens to the filter on people's mouths when they see a pregnant belly?  Really, I want to know. It's like that can't help themselves and they must make some ridiculous comment about how large the belly is looking. THERE'S A SMALL HUMAN IN THE BELLY SO OF COURSE IT'S BIG! I don't get offended at these comments, I'm just in shock that people let them come of their mouths. Filter people. Filter.

*Millie has decided for now to call Mary Phillips "Mae Mae" basically because she can't pronounce Mary Phillips. It is hysterical to hear her attempt the full name. My poor ocd oldest child doesn't like this idea and wants everyone to call MP by her full real name. Bless her obsessive self. I tried to explain that one day Millie will be able to say it but for now we're going with what is easier. Morgan just shook her head at me and walked off. Mo, Mills, and Mae Mae...three sassy little munchkins.

*Where have Piko tops been all of my life?!? These things are fabulous. I bought one thinking I would wear it after MP's arrival. As it turns out, big pregnant bellies will fit in them as well. Amazing!

*We've moved Mills into a toddler bed. It broke my heart. I feel like it's incredibly too early to be doing this to her. However, she had started to attempt to climb out of her crib and let's not forget how she somehow managed to fall out of it at six months. Morgan didn't move into a big girl bed until she was two years and change. Mills is just 21 months. So far she has done incredibly well with the transition. She's a little runt anyway and it's so cute to see her in this munchkin bed with her big pillow. Night time is easy but naps are a different story. I'm not stressing over it. We'll get there.

Sweet baby in her big girl bed.

My cute Easter munchkins.

Leave it to this girl to be the first one to hit up the food table at a bday party!

One tired bunny on the way to ballet.

This child keeps us in stitches.

This was my sweet lunch date after church this past Sunday.

Spring "Break"

Ladies and gentlemen,

It is Saturday afternoon. I am sitting on my couch by myself watching tv. My house is clean. I slept until 9 this morning. I might take a nap. How is this happening? My little munchkins are on their spring break! I took them on Friday to meet Taylor's mom halfway between here and Corinth and they will be gone for the next six days. Deep breath.... They're spending a few days in Corinth, and then they're headed to meet up with the rest of Taylor's extended family in Gatlinburg. I am pretty bummed we have to work and can't be on vacation with them. However, mommy and daddy are getting their own break. We. need. it.

Taylor is back on trauma and so far it has been ridiculous. Granted, he was on call his first weekend back on and it was just a bad call weekend all the way around. Tack that on with trauma hours, and the girls saw him maybe a total of five hours between Friday to the following Wednesday. I felt like for a few moments we were back on night float and had one little mini meltdown Tuesday night. Darn pregnancy!

Everyone keeps asking what we have planned for these next six days. Nothing! If we do anything, it will be a last minute decision and probably won't consist of much more than maybe dinner. I do want to eat out at least once where I can actually chew my food and have a conversation with my date. More than anything, I just want to rest. This pregnancy is starting to kick my fanny physically. It's getting harder to pick up on Mills and just do normal things in general. I went for a little unexpected check up the other day when I started having back spasms at 4 am. All is well and it's just false labor stuff.

We officially hit the start of the third trimester this week. Craziness. I feel bad that I have not kept up with this pregnancy the way I need to be doing it. I can't help it. I have a really bad case of pregnancy brain this go around. It's ridiculous. The nurse asked how far along I was at my checkup the other day and all I could give her was "maybe 27ish" Who gives an "ish" for an answer to that kind of question? I should know exactly how many weeks along I am in pregnancy. For the record, she informed me I was 28 weeks so yay for not being that far off! I have my regular check up this week and we get to do a sonogram. Yay! Can't wait to see MP! I started worrying the other day about her having a long name and how long it will take to teach her how to spell it. I know, I'm crazy.

Here's a few pics of our latest happenings.

For some reason, this is her new way to sleep. I guess the sun hurts her eyes?!

This was daddy asking his sweet girlies to be his Valentines.

Notice the nice red and purple markings all down the center of her face?
Poor baby tripped and crashed into the corner of a desk. Nothing a little juice can't fix!

We were a little excited to get our Girl Scout cookies at our house! 

This is how she watches Mary Poppins. I guess it was a really intense part of the movie!
I'm not sure why she has on the same pj's in every pic. I guess they're our fav. 

This is how she rolls these days. #accessories

SISTER LOVE! 

Girlfriend has a new wake up time that is way before mommy is coherent.
I at least convinced her to watch cartoons and eat pop tarts in bed with me until the sun came up! 

She's finally decided to let bows be a part of her accessory fetish. Miss Independent. 

Let's Try This Again

Ok, to my two readers, don't pass out when you realize I'm actually updating the blog. I don't plan to be crazy blogger, but maybe once a week will work out. We'll see. There has been incredibly too much stuff going to to catch up all at once. I'll try to keep this one brief with just the highlights.

First, let me catch up from my previous post from last summer! Yes, my nephew has been born. James Adams entered this world on November 15th. All is well in their household, and my sister has handled two children like a champ. James has been an extremely good baby and slept through the night early on. That's always a bonus for a happy momma.

This is actually an older picture, but it's one of my favorites.

Here is the mini update on my two little munchkins...

First, let 's start with Miss Morgan.
*In January, sweet thing turned four. This birthday hit me hard! I think I finally realized she is now an official big girl and no longer a little toddler.
*Girlfriend is in to all things girly. We love anything princess, the color purple (still), Fancy Nancy and Pinkalicious books, sparkly shoes, painted toenails, baking, singing, dancing, etc. You get it. We have our first ballet recital in May and I'm not sure which one of us is more excited.
*She is also my little curious mind. She literally soaks up everything you say and every bit of knowledge. Good and bad. I can't just spit out some random answer anymore when she ask the same question forty-five times. I have to give something legit because it sticks like glue in her brain.

Who doesn't fish in a big bow and sparkly headband?

Now on to Taylor's mini-me and our little pistol, Millie.
*As my daddy would say, this child hit the ground running since day 1. She is the reason I pass out at night the second my head hits the pillow. She's not bad, she just doesn't stop. I'm shocked we haven't had an ER trip yet. Actually, we did have to stop by one night when Taylor was on call because I thought Mo pulled her arm out of socket. Believe me, it'll come in handy that I can meet Taylor in the hospital parking lot to check out our latest injury.
*Millie is very determined because she feels the need to keep up with Mo. Whatever Morgan does, Millie is not even two steps behind her.
*Mills is OBSESSED with shoes and purses. Can you blame her? The child will not let me put a bow in her hair at all. However, give this chick some pretty shoes and a purse and she's out the door. She literally lets me know each morning which shoes she wants to wear that day. Many a days we haven't matched but that's a battle I don't care to fight. She's already a pro wearing Mo's princess high heels.

Other happenings include:

*I did turn 30 in January. It wasn't that bad. Taylor was super sweet and went all out for my bday. He knows I'm a girl all about celebrating a birthday. We got to spend the weekend in Birmingham watching Ole Miss in the Compass Bowl. The game was great, but Cheesecake Factory was by far my favorite part!

*Now on to the biggest news in our lives right now. All of you already know anyway. If you don't, then I don't think we're that close of friends. We are expecting baby #3! Baby GIRL #3. This was a nice little surprise. We knew we wanted three children, but we wanted Millie to be close or if not already three years old when the next baby arrived. Instead, she'll be twenty-two months. One day, I hope to understand that no matter what I'M "planning", the good Lord is the ultimate planner. We're excited and I think it's incredibly adorable Taylor will have three girls. (He better be glad he's already taught his oldest to potty in the woods.)
*I tried to think of some cute way to tell Taylor because I knew the shock that was coming. We had leftover cake we were getting ready to munch on for dessert. Morgan previously decorated the cake with the little candy letter pieces and thankfully we had leftovers on those as well. So when Taylor asked for cake, I just threw "#3 On The Way" on top of his piece and had Morgan carry it to him. I wish I had a camera to capture his face. Priceless.
*We're due at the end of May and we're naming her Mary Phillips. I never really meant for all three girls to have "M" names, but it just worked out that way. Phillips is Taylor's middle name as well as his dad.

Sorry this is a pretty boring catch up post. I really am going to try to be better at this. I will have three children soon, so no promises!

Rockabye Sweet Baby James

John Marshall is going to have a little brother! Sweet baby James looked great on the sonogram. Beth is a perfect momma for her boys. Now time to do some monogramming....

The View

This was my view last night on my run. Praise the Lord for the beautiful things He creates to remind us of His love.

Sweet Summer Time

I have never looked forward to summer time so much in my life! Not even when I was teaching. As of Friday, we officially said goodbye to Taylor's second year of residency. Not. sad. at. all. I am so super proud of him and all the others who have worked their tails off. It was hard on us not having him here, but I also know it's 100% harder on them.

Somewhere in that chaos, I decided to start running. I have NEVER been a runner in my life. I was active and played sports, but never a runner. I'm not really sure what got me into this. Actually, I do know. It was the extra twenty pounds I've been carrying around since having Millie. I started walking more, then ran some, and eventually kind of got addicted to the running. So what does a rookie runner do? I signed myself up for a half marathon! Go big or go home, right? It's the St. Jude half in December and I'm pretty excited about it. I've got my little training schedule and so far it has been fun. People keep asking when in the world I have time to run with work, kiddos, and Taylor's crazy schedule. It's pretty much been first thing in the morning on my treadmill before the girls wake up, or late at night if Taylor gets home in time to put them down for me. I will give him another big pat on the back for being super supportive of my running. Sweet thing let me get a new pair running shoes and gave me a gift card to get some cute running clothes for Mother's Day. I may not finish the race, but at least I'll look the part.  I recruited my cousin Carrie and made her run my first 5K with me this weekend. We had fun and did quite well for rookies I must say!

We find out this month if I will have another nephew or a niece in November! I will not be sad either way BUT... I really need Beth to have a girl. The eight storage boxes of girl clothing (not counting what's in their closets and drawers) are begging her to have a girl. Her doctor says girl, and I'm hoping he's right. 

I'll leave you with a few sneak peeks from our Gatlinburg vacation. I meant to do an entire post on that but I really don't feel like loading up all of the pictures. Sorry. Hope you all have a great week! 

My little dumplings on Mother's Day.

Gatlinburg

How in the world?

Oh Millie...she is definitely our little firecracker. At only nine months of age, I'm pretty sure she accounts for 95% of my gray hair. Yes, I have them. As a baby, she hated the car. Hated it. She would cry SCREAM the entire way home from work. It was all I could do to just put on soft music, go to my happy place, and not run my car off of a bridge. Yes, sometimes even this sweet face made me want to drive off of a bridge.

85% of the time she is happy. The other 15% the girl can get an attitude. It mainly comes when she is hungry (I can relate), wants to keep up with Morgan but can't, or when you're simply doing something she doesn't care to do (i.e. changing a diaper). She can throw her back out so far it makes a "U" shape. Limber little thing.

Little momma has found her appetite and loves to eat. If anything comes within arms length, it is going in the mouth. This includes bright blue play-doh. It's made of flour, right? Nothing like walking in the room and seeing your child drooling blueness. She didn't seem to mind. This past week we went to Gatlinburg and I'm pretty sure she ate more than anyone. Keep in mind we just started giving her some table food and she only has two teeth. On this trip alone, chubalicious ate pancakes, fries, ice cream, mac and cheese, crackers, goldfish, bread, rotisserie chicken, crab (good thing we don't seem to have an allergy to shellfish), cinnamon rolls, and scrambled eggs. The child was choking on the food once but steadily shoving in more. Of course she also covered the usual baby foods and baby puff snacks. I'm sure she'll be bored with those soon. I'm just hoping she keeps her daddy's metabolism and not her momma's.

Just a girl and her snacks. 

All cuteness aside, sweet girl gave us the scare of our life this morning. I heard her talking on the monitor. I looked but couldn't really see her in the bed. This isn't completely unusual if she is scrunched up in the closest corner. I sent Taylor in to get her while I made her breakfast. Soon after he brings her to me and tells me she was crawling around the floor when he went in there. Huh?!? It took several seconds for this to process in my brain. Wait, she fell out of her bed???!! Yes, my nine month old plunged over the side and FELL OUT OF HER BED!! How in the world did this happen? The crib wasn't too high for her. There's no way she climbed out on her own. I cannot for the life of my figure out how she did it. My second thought...I didn't even hear a cry! I'm thinking it may have knocked the breath out of her and by the time she got it back maybe she was ok?!? All day long I keep thinking about the different scenarios that may have played out and it makes me want to throw up. Not to be dramatic, but I very much realize this could have been a very fatal accident. Taylor says my face went white when he told me. I made him check her over head to toe and toe to head about 90 times. All seems to be ok and she has been a happy girl the rest of the day. I was super paranoid to let her sleep during her morning nap for fear of a concussion. I know, I'm dramatic. Deal with it. Needless to say, her crib has been lowered as far as it will go. We skipped every other height it could be, and went straight for the bottom. If baby doll gets out of this crib now, I will check her into the circus. She does like to toss her paci out of the bed for some reason, and I'm guessing she just dove over to get it back. I guess. I don't know. I'm just very very very thankful that the Lord was watching over her and protected her. I would like to think of His hand just gently placing her on the ground. Taylor did say she was smiling and laughing when he opened the door to get her.

I'm guessing I will only the check the monitor four hundred and fifty-nine times before midnight.