We're still outnumbered....

5-2 if you count the dogs.  But hey, Girl Power is immeasurable right? haha.right.

All of your hoping and praying worked! This Baby Calli is a girl.

A girl baby in our boy house!  Wow.  I'm thinking it will really sink in when we start swapping out all of the boy paraphernalia.  Or when she gets here.....

No name yet.  We might not decide until she makes her debut.  But try on Lindsay Jr. for a week or so.

 

Just like the Bad News Bears

Except without Tatum O'Neal.  And with a lot more dirt.

Our boys are at the tail end of their first foray into organized sports: T-Ball.  So much about this experience is frustrating funny.  Let's put it this way, the team is made up of a bunch of 5-6 year old boys and Keith.  Some of the older boys have less self control than Keith.  And Kevin and I comprise 2/3 of the sucker coaching team.  The pictures.... they paint at least part of the picture.

LET'S GO PIRATES!!!!

 Warming up with Coach Kevin

What are you going to do?

We can't possibly pay attention 100% of the time.

But when we do..... stand by.

And then there's crowd control

First of all, every boy on the team went for the ball (this was one of the only times that happened this game.  progress!).  Second, one of the boys who may or may not be in this picture has a tendency to tackle and... lay on the other boys (and I swear when he does it next week and Kevin's not there, I'm putting him in time out.  And the boy who throws his mitt at his mother at least once per game is going to get a mama lou talking to).  Third, look at Keith in the next picture.  Getting ready to lay out on the dirt, bringing the drama.

And we hit.

And some of us can actually pay attention long enough to run the bases.

They are having a great time playing and that is worth the ticket price.  Every night Keith asks if it is T-Ball night.  Patrick is just enjoying himself.  And the entire viewing audience is cracking up at something Keith does every game.  Everyone is a winner.

Mother's Day was great.....

So great, I puked.  I don't know why, latent morning sickness?  too many raw veggies? bad (3-week) headache?  dunno.

I yelled for Kevin to come feel sorry for me.  I got Keith.

"You sick Momma?  Just spit like this."  Then he rubbed my back for awhile.  "You all done frowing up?"

Just get your dad.  Next I got Patrick.

"What's the problem here?" he demanded with his hands on his hip, peering down the toilet.

Just. Go. Get. Dad.

Finally, I got Kevin, who put me to bed.  After a rest and a 4-hour nap I rallied for a dinner of Thai food (my request) and a dessert of heartburn.  Good times. 

Happy belated Mother's Day.

You know you're the mother of boys if....

you are at a birthday party and there is a boy named Luke and every time someone says Luke's name your three-year old says, "I Luke!  Dat me, I Luke."

I just crush a lot

Patrick is growing... again.  One evening while I was making dinner, I was torturing him with the Food Network.  We watch a lot of Food Network in our house and even when it is right after dinner Patrick is always HUNGRY.  So, watching it before dinner left him writhing on the floor.  And then SHE came on......

And suddenly, "I'm so hungry!"  Turned into: "Mom, my heart is starving for love."

First crush, make a note.  Giada DeLaurentis has captured my oldest son's heart and stomach.  Sigh.

To Keith on his third birthday

Dear Keith,
It's your 9:45 am on your birthday and you have already wished 6 people "Happy Birthday."  That includes me, I got "Happy Birthday Mama!" at least 8 times now.   That pretty much sums it up.  You have a way of brightening everyone's day with your sweet and loving disposition.

Even the smallest things are exciting when you are around.  Life Cereal, waking up, watching Star Wars (again), reading Sammy the Seal (again), talking about sports, taking a bath, riding your bike.  It is all a special experience.  Your enthusiasm for life is unprecedented.  And you make being your mom special.

You melt my heart when you profess your love.  Randomly, "I love you Mama" shows up throughout the day, like rays of sunlight in my heart.  Because it is out of my control and not in response to anything tangible, your proclamations are always special. 

God knew once would never be enough with you so he gave you not one but two dimples.  Who needs double dimples?  This boy.

You are my little buddy.  I pray that your heart will continue to swell with the gifts God has given you.  

I love you Keith Fox,

Mama                                                                         

Blogging for two

Did you figure it out yet?  Have you seen the bump?  Did you notice my lack of blogging?  Have you heard how often I talk about food on Facebook?  Yep.  I'm pregnant.  Baby Calli #3 is due to arrive October 20th and we could not be happier.  I mean really, you would have thought we told Patrick that he was getting a pony or something.

Here are the proud big brothers to be.  Patrick will tell you that his dream came true, we're having a baby!  He's excited but he will be super excited if it's a girl.  Keith will tell you that his mom is having a baby, "it in her heart."

Yesterday, Kevin's dad was over in the morning and asked Patrick if he wanted the baby to be a girl or a boy.  Patrick of course said "girl."  When he asked Keith what he wanted he responded, "I want a Stormtrooper helmet!"

I'm 13 weeks tomorrow and still absolutely exhausted.  This is the hardest first trimester by far.
Kevin has been (even more of) Super-Dad. I could not have survived this without him.  Now we pray for some super 2nd trimester energy (sooner rather than later) and a very healthy baby!