Well, I've officially been pregnant longer with baby #4 than any other child. Today is my due date, and while Maddie was born on her due date, she came in the morning, so he has her beat for the baby who's spent the longest time in the womb. Thank you to all who have been so great about showing your love.
My mom has been in town for a week and it has been so great. While she has no baby to take care of yet, she has been taking care of all of us and pampering me every chance she gets. I tear up every time I think that she might not get to meet her grandson if he isn't born before Saturday, but I know that, either way, she'll get to meet him while he's still little. I had a pathetic pity party for myself yesterday, but this morning, after a good cry and a pep talk from my dear hubby, I am in much better spirits.
Here are a few recent pics of what we've been up to while waiting for little brother to show up:
Attending a basketball game at Isaac's school.
Taking crazy pics of ourselves per Maddie's request.
Davis has been lucky enough to share a room with Grandma while she's visiting. He wakes her up at the crack of dawn every morning by climbing into her bed and yelling, "Grandma! It's morning! I'm not tired anymore!!"
Waiting for Maddie's preschool graduation to start.
Maddie and three of her besties from preschool this year.
Performing their songs during preschool graduation.
This picture is terribly blurry, but it's the only one I got with Maddie and her preschool teacher, Mrs. K. She will be greatly missed this summer.
As you can see, Davis is thrilled at the prospect of having Mrs. K. as a teacher next fall.
Running across the bridge at the park, a favorite pass time.
I was getting ready for the day in the only bathroom in our home when Davis woke up and came downstairs, declaring, "I need to go potty!"
"Go ahead, Davy, you can use the potty right now." I told him.
"Umm," he said, "I fink I need a widdle pwivacy pwease."
Maddie is giving a talk in primary tomorrow about how prophets teach us to live the restored Gospel. Here she is practicing for the camera. She had me write down exactly what she wanted to say (and corrected me if I didn't get it word for word--"It's not President Monson, mom, it's President Thomas S. Monson"). About 90% of the talk ended up being her words. It just took a few minutes to convince her that, just because it is Mother's Day tomorrow, it's not necessarily appropriate to deviate from the topic and just speak about all the ways she helps me to be a better mom.
Last night was the annual "Fathers and Sons Camp Out" with our church. Ryan didn't have to work so he made plans to take the boys camping for the first time. Ryan is not a camper. Neither of us are. In fact, in the 8+ years that I have known him, we have never been camping once, I considered this a real labor of love for our sons. Isaac, of course, was thrilled with the idea. When he got home from school yesterday he kept talking about how it was going to be the best night ever. It should be said that Isaac knows very little about camping. In fact, I think the great majority of his ideas about what camping is come from reading the Book of Mormon in I Nephi about Lehi's family living in a tent in the wilderness. That said, when Ryan got home from work, they pulled a few things together and were getting ready to head out the door.
"Dad?" Isaac questioned, "What exactly are we going to use to kill all the animals?"
Against his will, I was putting Davis to bed tonight. He was trying to come up with excuses about why he needed to leave his bedroom but I wasn't buying any of them. He looked at me and asked, "Why are you ruining my life!?"
Today, in honor of Mother's Day, Maddie's preschool hosted a "Special Person Day." Each student was able to invite their mother or one other special person to a class party. The children spent the morning making treats and presents for us and then we came to celebrate for the last half hour of class. Siblings were invited, but I had a friend offer to take Davis so that I could focus all my attention on Mads.
I asked her a couple of days ago, "Maddie, do you want me to come alone to your classroom for our special day or would you like me to bring Davis as well?"
"Davis gets to come to my classroom?!!?" she exclaimed. "Hooray! Davis! Davis! you get to come to my classroom for special person's day! It is going to be so much fun! I will show you everything!"
And just like that, I was replaced as Maddie's special person at the party.
It's a good thing I'm not in an emotionally fragile state or anything, or I just may have got my feelings hurt.
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