Holy Cow!

Yesterday Brian and I got to see some video of Efrem Esuyawkal, holy cow is our baby cute!!  He has the best laugh I have ever heard, and he does this really cute thing with his feet.  It was so awesome to see him laughing and moving and gurgling, I cannot even believe how amazing he is.

It has been such a gift to receive things like that from our friends, it really helps me to be able to make it from on hump to the next in the adoption process.

Thank you to everyone that has taken pictures and video of our little guy for us!

A bad habit, or maybe not.

I must confess that I really loath small toys, things that get under my sofa, under chairs and in corners.  You know, those little toys or pieces of toys that end up in a pile of dirt after you have swept.  The little pieces that you then have to sift out of the dirt and dust bunnies after you have swept them up.  I hate those little toys and pieces, things like this:

So the second part of that confession is that often times I will throw those little toys or pieces in the garbage when the kids aren’t looking.  Now, I do not throw out any toys or pieces that belong to a bigger toy that the kids like to play with or anything that is an accessory to a toy that the kids like to play with.  Basically if I think that I am going to encounter an enraged child should they not be able to find a crucial piece or toy I will not throw it out.

My other reason for loathing small toys and pieces is that I really hate stepping on them,  I hate feeling like I need to wear protective footwear in my own home.  One time a while ago I stepped on a Hot Wheels motorcycle of Ewan’s and the dang thing actually broke the skin and got stuck in my foot.  It was really painful and I was really pissed off, needless to say we don’t have that toy anymore.

Confession #2-

The other day I heard Ewan in his room moaning so I went in to ask what was wrong.  He told me he had stepped on one of his army guys, and that it had hurt his foot.  I had to leave the room because I was starting to laugh, I know it sounds wrong to laugh at your child when they are in pain, and I do feel a little bad about it.  But I also felt a little glad that I am not the only one that feels the pain of stepping on the kids toys. I did compose myself pretty quickly and go in to comfort him, just so you know.

Those army men really hurt when you step on them, if you haven experienced it and you have a young boy you probably will at some point.

No small toys or pieces were thrown away in the making of this post!

The wee tad.

Here are some fun facts about Efrem Esuyawkal to help you get to know him:

• Efrem Esuyawkal is called Esu by the nannies (Aww, how cute is that:)).
• He weighs almost 21 pounds- he is quite a chunk, but I love it!
• He just started sitting up on his own, occasionally tipping over backwards (whoops).
• He has an awesome smile, it could brighten the darkest of days:)
• He is a jolly, happy little fella.
• He has fine, soft curls all over his head
• He has big, bright eyes.
• He sleeps a lot according to our medicals.
• He is just a dream, so amazing and so beautiful.

My grandfather used to tell my mother when he would get off the phone with her or with me to kiss the wee tads for him.  That was his way of telling us to kiss his grandchildren for him.  I know that he would be so happy to meet Efrem Esuyawkal if he were still with is, I know he would just adore the newest wee tad!

Me and Baby Girl

Still waiting…

No word as of yet about a court date for group N.  I really want to hear something, I want to hear that we have a court date, and that it is soon! Grrrrrrr!

Adding to the basket

Slowly I am adding to my basket of stuff for Efrem Esuyawkal.  Every time I put an item into the basket I feel a sense of accomplishment, and excitement.  It is fun to think of him using his bottles or wearing his bib, playing with his ball,  I can totally picture him doing all of those things.

I added a highchair seat, sheets, a car mirror and the monkey. Yeah!

Soon the basket will be really full and overflowing and then it will be empty because Efrem Esuyawkal will be home.  Putting things into the basket is really fun but I can’t wait to start taking them out:)

Hysterical and oh sooo cute.

My baby girl, insisted on wear goggles at the beach. And also refused to let me help her get them on straight.

Ok, at least they are on "straight" now. And off she goes down to the water to be like the big kids. She is so stinkin cute, I almost can't stand it.

All this over a rice maker…

Saturday morning after a double shot americano I decided that I should re-arrange my kitchen.  First of all I should know not to make big decisions while experiencing an espresso buzz, but that in combination with my nesting drive was too much for me to say no to.  So the arranging began and continued on for two hours.  I moved several large pieces of furniture, cook books, pots, pans, small electric appliances, you name it and it was probably touched and moved.

The re-arranging of furniture is nothing new in our home, you see I have a degree in Interior Design and space planning is a hobby of mine.  The thing that was new on this occasion was that I had arranged and re-arranged the kitchen all because of the new rice maker I bought.  I did not want it taking up my precious counter space so I tore apart the kitchen trying to figure out how to have my rice maker accesible yet out of the way.

I tried configuration after configuration and in the end I had lost the battle, sort of.  My kitchen looked just the same as it had before my rampage, but a little cleaner and a little less cluttered in some areas.  The rice maker is in a cupboard, not accesible but out of the way.  And my ego was a little bruised that I had not been able to slove the design problem that had been set before me.  Oh, and my back is sore from the moving of furniture.

I told Brian after accepting defeat that I am sooooooo ready to be in a house!  I am soooooo ready to have a kitchen that has enough space that when I buy a small kitchen electric I don’t have to spend 2 hours of my Saturday morning figuring out where to put it, only for it to end up in a cupboard.  I am ready for some more space!

Think about it.

ONE IN SIX PEOPLE ON THE PLANET DON'T HAVE ACCESS TO CLEAN, SAFE DRINKING WATER.

Nesting, or at least I’m trying to.

Everytime I am expecting a baby usually in the last couple of month I start getting this overwhelming feeling to clean, re-organized, unclutter, re-arrange, etc.  This desire is called nesting.  It is like a little bird that is flitting around preparing a home for the little babies that will soon arrive.

This is a very natural and very productive thing that happens probably to all mothers to be.  In fact it is so productive that if the hormone that causes this could be bottled it would make someone really rich.

This time there are some interesting differences this time as opposed to the other two times I have nested.

1.  I have more energy

2.  I can bend over, which helps when I want to pick stuff up off the floor.

3.  It is easier to move the furniture, mostly because I don’t have big belly in the way.

4.  I am trying to hold back a little, which is like being in labor and trying not to push.

5.  I don’t have a solid deadline, which is kind-of hard to work with.

6.  I have more crap to get rid of.

7.  It feels like I have less space to work with, but really there are just more of us this time around.

I really want to go gung ho with the nesting but because I don’t have a court date yet I feel a little leary of getting all of my nesting over with.  I fear that it will only make me sad to look at his crib all set up, his cloths all folded and his diapers lined up in a cute basket if he is not going to be here soon.

I think I am going to just have to resist the urge as best I can and wait to do certain things until we have passed court.  Until that time I will nest in other ways like reading one of the hand full of book I have left to read on adoption and using my cleaning energy to tackle other areas of our home or storage area.

Once we pass court momma’s gonna be unstoppable, the diapers, sheets, clothes, bibs and bottles will be flying.  I can’t wait:)