Wednesday, March 20, 2013

5 little monkeys jumping on the bed!

Well I suppose 3 little monkeys and 2 big monkeys jumping on the bed!
Yup I'm pregnant!
And we all are excited to meet the newest little addition.
Well most of us anyhow. 
Tristan is more excited about all the vomiting.  Every time I run to the bathroom and kneel down, at that lovely porcelain bowl, he is in there like a dirty shirt.  Shouting excitedly and pointing.  The best part is when I'm finished he leans over the bowl and then pretends to hurl his dinner as well.  Apparently vomiting is fun!
Who knew?
Not I!
(Thankfully I am through the first trimester and things seem to be improving!)

Telling people you're pregnant for the 3rd time is also fun.  Most reactions are the same:  Oh congrats!  That's exciting.  You'll be busy. I bet Shayla is excited.   

But every once in a while you get a real jem.  These, of course, are my favorite.
My Dad's reaction still makes me smile when I think about it.

The phone conversation went something like this:

Me: Well Dad, I'm pregnant again.

Dad: What the heck!  And then a really long pause.

Me: What the heck?  You had four!

Dad: Yeah... yeah I guess we did.  Short pause.  The more the merrier I suppose.

I guess the end of January was still too soon after the crazy... flu filled, 5 kids under 5, 13 people jammed into one small house for a week with most everyone vomiting... Christmas... to tell him that next time we would be bringing one more to the mad house!
And to think he recently just married off his last two children.  There is bound to be even more grand children in the not so distant future!

I wonder when they'll have had enough and tell us all it's time to get a hotel?!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

A prairie child

For someone who grew up surrounded by trees, mountains and lakes it feels slightly unsettling when the realization hits you... I have true prairie children... born and bred, as they say!

A few days ago we were headed east and there was a slight dip in the road on the otherwise vase flatness.  I must point out, it wasn't even a coulee, just a small depression in the land.
Shayla shouts, very excited, 'Mom, we are going down a mountain! Weeeeeeeee!'

All I could think was, What the hell?  Seriously?  Child, you have been to the mountains more then a few times!  You of all prairie children should know this is NOT a mountain!

Out loud I said, 'Downhills are fun, hey Shayla!  Even small ones!'

Then today we were outside and it was actually calm and warm and beautiful!  It felt like spring was just around the corner.  Then 10 minutes passed and the wind started to howl.  Not just blow but a full on gale!

Very disappointed that we missed the hour of calm, I voiced my complaint, 'Really?  It was so warm and nice and now I'm freezing in this horrible wind!'

Shayla, who had just climbed up to the top level of the playhouse and was partly sheltered, shouts down at me through the hurricane winds with her hair whipping across her face, 'MOM!  IT'S NOT THAT WINDY OUT!  I'M STILL WARM!'

That's when the wind picked her up, right out of the playhouse and smashed her to the ground!  And I shouted 'Windy enough for ya now, kid?!'  (OK maybe not.  But if she was a little lighter it could have!)

Anyhow, we are heading to my parents for a week over Easter.  This kid needs a little de-prairie-tization!  ;)  And this Mom needs a little less wind!