Mondays with Crosby

At 11:24 am, Crosby turned 2 years and 50 weeks old!!!  But wait, his birthday is next week so that means he should be 2 years and 51 weeks old?!?  I am off a week.  It seems like I was off a week when the year started and didn't know how to fix it.  Due to leap year business maybe?  Hmmm...

Another week.  No pictures.  Bummer.  Luckily I have a few pictures left from a couple of weekends ago!  Crosby was able to go to the Woodmont Hills Christmas Breakfast with the Malone/Cyr crew.  As you can see above, round 2 with Santa did not go so well!!  Apparently he was clinging to Blake for dear life.  There would be no sitting in Santa's lap when Daddy was around.  Only for Lulu!  I guess he figured he told the man once what he wanted and that should be enough!

He was quite the big boy with another activity...

He came home telling me all about his ride on the horse!  He let me know about the horse shaking it's head and throwing him forward in his seat.  Pretty sure that one rattled him a bit but he didn't mention it himself.  Nope.  Only big, brave boys ride horses!  We might have a picture of the wee-bit frazzled big, brave boy...  

Then my non-crafty kid participated in cookie decorating AND building a gingerbread house...

He promptly consumed the cookie so I never saw his completed work.  I did, however, see the gingerbread house.  He may have completed 1/4 of the project, if I am being generous!  And he immediately starting eating the candy off the top when he got home!  I am just happy he sat and worked on both activities.  It is not like my boy to sit...for anything!

Of course, I was sad to miss another Christmas activity with my little man.  But it does melt my heart that these two are getting lots of great bonding time in right now.  Blake hung the moon in Crosby's eyes...

I just love them to pieces!

I guess I lied.  There is one tiny picture from this week.  I didn't take it though.  I stole it from Kara and thought I could post it as though I did take it!  Except I confessed.  While this playgroup picture was being taken, I was horizontal on the couch downstairs! 

Yes.  All 14 of these kiddos and all 8 of their mothers were at our house on Wednesday!!!  Talk about full house.  And let me say, it was LOVELY!!  What can I say, I am a social being. I love to be around people.  Some folks would be overwhelmed by this kind of madness.  Me.  I thrive in it!  I am not one for to much organization or structure so this was right up my alley!  And to think, there are 2 more baby girls who are scheduled to join the gang in early 2012!  SIXTEEN kiddos!  I think we will need to rent a warehouse to have enough space for this little ones to play.  So fun!  Oh how I love these children and their precious mommas!  Did I mention just how funny it was to hear the mommas singing, bribing, clapping and cheering to get these faces pointed in the right direction???  It worked!  And like usual, my child cooperated since I was not behind the lens!

On the baby front, I am officially 23 weeks today.  One more week until Baby Girl is viable.  While I am ready to be there, it is also a scary place to be.  I hope and pray I make it well into my 30's before she makes an appearance.  Caroline was born at 24 weeks and 2 days.  She was just old enough to be given a chance at life, but was just to little to make it.  I don't want to re-visit that place...

While my uterus has seemed more cranky (especially starting on Mondays...), my numbers were 3.6 cm and higher at my appointment on Friday.  I am holding strong despite the activity I am feeling.  Now if we can just convince my head that all is well!  I am calm and at ease when things are quiet.  It is a different story when things start to get rowdy.  I know it sounds crazy to say I forgot how mentally challenging pregnancy is for me.  But I did.  I guess I watched lots of folks carry their precious babes with ease and let myself think, "It wasn't that bad was it!?!"  Even reading back through my own blog, I realize just how much I left out from the last go round.  I didn't even sound like I was the crazy person I now remember being.  I tried not to complain and grumble too often but how quickly I was reminded what a mental struggle this is.  And for whatever reason, I genuinely believed things would be different this time given so much space between pregnancies.  I guess I am not meant to join the world of the walking pregnant!  Oh how I was hoping...

Then there is perspective.  I have my precious boy.  And so far, a low dose of meds and bed rest has kept my numbers at a safe level.  Thank you, Lord for your mercy and grace.  For now, I will just pray this trend in continued at my appointment on Friday.  I won't even worry about wanting to join in the Christmas gatherings or getting to attend Crosby's birthday party.  One day at a time.  One request at a time.  I think I can, I think I can...