Tuesday, March 9, 2010

It's a Boy!

Yesterday, Randy and I went to have our first ultrasound. Before it started, the doctor (who also just finished law school) said to Randy, "So, this is the year (that he'll graduate)." And I replied, "Yep, it's the year that we're gonna have a girl." But I really just wanted to see that the baby was healthy and growing. The baby was doing somersaults and moving all around. Luckily the doctor could take the measurements and see that it was a boy. The baby is measuring a little bigger, so maybe he could come early. We'll just have to wait and see. He reassured us that he would not let the baby be born during the Bar.

I let Will call Nana and tell her that we are going to have a little baby brother. I think it'll be good to have another boy. Mine are so fun and loving. I apparently got Randy excited about having a girl, so afterwards he said that we'll have to have another one. Which is saying a lot from Randy. He said that he wants a girl that can sing pretty. Learned something new from Randy. We are excited and prepared to have another boy. Don't need to worry about buying pink stuff this time around. :)

Friday, January 15, 2010

Adventurous Will?

So, Will's preschool teacher came out to the car when I was getting him last week. She told me that he is so good at trying new things. I figured that she meant a new game or activity. I thought that was very nice of her and cool that she'd come out and tell me that. Then, I said to her, "Yeah, but he's not very good at eating food." Then, she's like, "No, that's what I mean, he'll always try the snack. He'll take a little bite. Everyone at the table sees him as an example." I was shocked. This is the same kid that I can only get to eat like 5 different things at home? Kids are so different at home than school. The teacher said it was a me, and that I was doing a good job with him. I guess I should take whatever compliment that I can get.

Will loves to watch "Lightning McQueen." I like it when he impersonates the Sheriff and says, "Son, you're in a HEAT of trouble." It's supposed to be heap. But he insists that he says heat! He also thinks that the show on Disney is called "It's on the Sheep" rather than it's actual name "Shaun the Sheep." His little ears hear things different than mine, I guess.

Quirky Jack

Jack apparently has been watching me put on my eyeliner a little too often, because now when he opens a marker/pen, he lifts it right to his eye and starts rubbing it around. Kind of cute, but pretty messy. Not sure how I'm gonna break him of that habit. He is so stubborn sometimes!

When I give something to Jack or do something, I'll sometimes say, "TaDa!" He'll reply with his version..."Ta....Da!" Really cute.

Will looking like Jack

We have family pictures hanging next to our table in our kitchen. They were from last fall when Jack was only a couple of months old. There's one picture with just the two boys and Jack is under Will lifting up his head and making a weird face with his mouth open. So, the other day Will was talking about those pictures and said that Jack wasn't very happy and his face was like this (then he did his version of Jack's face, mouth opened and all). It was hilarious and actually looked a lot like Jack. Funny boys.

Jack, Nana & Daddy-daddy

So, when Randy and I went to Hawaii, my parents came and helped take care of Jack and Will. Jack became very attached to his Grandadday (aka daddy-daddy). He was so happy to see him at Thanksgiving and Christmas. I'd say, "Are you excited to see Nana?" and he'd say, with a twinkle in his eyes, "Daddy-daddy!"

The other day we were playing in the backyard on the kids new playhouse and one of the neighbors started up a weedwacker. Right away Jack perked up, pointed and said, "Daddy-daddy!" He sure knows his grandaddy. Grandaddy is always working on the lawn or using some noisy tool.

Then, on Wednesday, we were in the front yard and our next door neighbor was mowing her lawn. Apparently Jack thought that she looked like Nana. So, he pointed and started yelling, "Nana Nana!" Poor boy, he misses them, I guess.