Pj does his own hair now!

This is my handsome boy when his hair is combed.

This is what it looks like when Pj does it. And my wonderful husband who I think said he was asleep when he was doing it?
So here's the story. I guess Jordan had fallen asleep on the couch and pj was just playing away. He woke up to Pj, who had the lotion open. He was putting a little bit in his hands at a time and then rubbing it into his hair. I don't think it looks to bad actually. When I first saw the pics I thought that Jordan had done it. Nope, it was our hair stylist Parker Jordan!

The next two pics are strictly for aunt sandra. She made us this lovely quilt for our wedding and needed some pix of it. Hope thses work for ya Sandra?

I had my 33wk appt for Paisley today. Dr asked about what if I went into labor before the csection if I would consider delivering vaginally. So of course now Im all thinking and worrying abou that. I will consider it I guess I've just come to the conclusion that we will see what happens. The csection is still scheduled for the 6th of aug and that is the plan. Unless she makes her own plans. I guess it just a wait and see type thing hahahahaa. Oh she is doing great and we get another ultrasound on the 9th of July.

48 days and counting

My shirt really isn't that ugly of a green color and the bathroom is NOT orange. This was taken with out a flash. This is something I never did with Pj and I feel kinda bad about it. Im just not all about taking pictures of my belly. But since its getting humongus(sp?) I figured why not. I ment to do this when I had fifty days left but that was fathers day and I was busy spending time with one of my favorite fathers. Not my father but my sons father. hehehehe. My father was busy studying so he could PASS his test.

Im actually feeling pretty good besides the random kicks to places such as my bladder and we wont go into detail about all the many other places she kicks me. She loves to go crazy when I lay down on my side and boy does she pack a punch. She freaked Jordan out pretty good I don't think he has touched my tummy since that fateful day. And yet my insides still have to endure her powerful kicks and punchs. But Im LOVING every min of it cause Im hoping not to get pregnant after this one for a few years.

I remember after having Pj that I just missed feeling him kick. I saw that as odd cause I got to look, touch, and kiss him when ever I want. Now I can't even imagine having that little stinker back inside me. Besides the fact that I would be HUGE, he would probably blow raspberries all over and thats just gross.

Well I hope you all enjoy my big fat tummy.

Sharing some thoughts!

I really have been doing alot of thinking the last two days. (yesterday and today) I love it when I get in these thinking moods. It all started in church yesterday. Not where it usually happens since Pj came around. I mean he is very distracting. But I have been a bit whiney lately and feeling sorry/scared for myself. I mean how am I going to handle 2 kids? I remember quite distinctly how hard it was when pj was first born. I've been wondering how I will handle it with two. I won't even be able to pick pj up for 6 weeks and sometimes he can be a needy little boy. I've been trying to get him ready. We have been practicing the stairs. We have a battle with this one now cause most times he just wants me to pack him down. The mornings are the worst! So I picture myself with a baby in my arms (who is crying, cause they always cry when its least convienent) and trying to coax pj down the stairs him throwing his usual fit. And me just wanting to probably cry from sheer exhaustion.

Now forward back to church. The sacrament hymn. Those are always the best cause they remind you of someone who knows what you are going thru, right? Yep it sure does and that is oh so comforting to know. But something else stuck out to me to. The scripture where Jesus is praying and asking for the cup to pass from him. Not only did he not really want to finish it ( I mean who would) But he left it up to Gods will. And you know what. Gods will was for him to finish. Finish with something so painful, Im sure it hurt them both. However something very wonderful came from that and we are all grateful for this. So grateful we remember it every sunday and try to remember it every day of our lives. It helps us to be better people, and to come to know our Heavenly Father. Its purpose is so big my small words do no justice.

I realized that yep its going to be really hard at times! And Im going to want to quit. But oh the beauty and the greatness that will come from it. NOTHING compared to what the Savior did for us. I don't even want to compare it. Im just looking at the good that came from such suffering. And it made me look back at my life. I have had alot of trials. (every one does its part of life) but I looked at how happy I am now after having experienced them. And what I have gained from each of these painful or hard experiences.

So God finished my lesson to me as I sat in a non denomnational service at work last night. I need to stop fighting with God. I don't even really think I knew I was fighting with him. But I was. For control, we all want control in our lives. I was fighting for the painless less trying road. And God knew better. I was expeirencing alot of anxiety knowing that I was on a collision course for trial. Not so much anymore. Knowing that I may be headed for trials but when its all said and done, my Father in Heaven is there by my side leading me thru it. Seeing me to the blessings that only kids can bring.

I would not take back the trials I went thru with Pj. I remember one night being oh so tired. My patience being tried by a baby that just wouldn't sleep. So I sang to him. Sang so I didn't go all crazy so I didn't yell and scream. I sang to help calm me down and maybe him too. I sang the first song that came to my head. One I sing alot to myself when I get frustrated and just want to scream. "I am a Child of God" I think its the first that comes to mind cause I know all the words (at least to the first verse) Boy did I learn the power of those words that night! Looking into that boys eyes. One that had just come from our Fathers presence not to long ago. I had a reasurring feeling come over me that we ARE children of God. I resolved then to raise him as such. (I don't think I wouldn't have anyway) But that peaceful moment sticks with me to this day. That peace that the Lord gave me in the middle of the night in the middle of my struggles helped me to get thru. And now I enjoy a boy who mostly sleeps thru the night. One that is oh so sweet and shows me great love each and every day. I feel even more close to my husband who shows me a similar love. Yep we spend most of our time talking about that boy. What an amazing gift God has given me! An amazing husband and a son. And soon to be a daughter.

Trouble!

I guess its time to buy the little drawer things. He use to at least close the drawer when he was done.

and boy is he proud of his mess!
He has a new thing. Sorry this pic is blurry.

He likes to try and put on his shoes. He has accomplished it a few times but mostly he gets them on backwards. THis happens to be his cowboy boot.

This boy is such a cutie pie and I LOVE him to death. His room will be cars and he points to lightning every morning when he wakes up and we pass by his door. He even says vroom vroom (sorta)

Princess Parker!

HAHAHAHAHA!

This is what I found as I was getting ready to go shopping!

His new favorite thing to do is stick things on his head. Im sure Jordan will LOVE this one.

Ok this one I did help him out a little and get it on there right. He had it on his head like a crown at first.

and he is always putting hats on his head. His daddies are his favorite. This time we found one his size.

and this is what I found after his nap the other day. I tried getting pics of him sleeping but he got up too fast what a little stinker.