Our latest ultrasound pic... he was sucking his thumb yesterday! This pic isn't the clearest, but hopefully you can make out the face and his hand in his mouth :) I'm starting now to get things together to take to the hospital and have ready at home. Cooper found a new toy loader that he wanted recently at the store. I told him maybe he could get something new like that for when Grammie came to be with him while our baby brother was born. Well, now that's about all he can talk about- his new loader when baby brother comes! Sure hope I can find that exact toy... :)
And while I do like the nesting feeling, somehow I'm finding it more overwhelming than anything- so much to do or want done, and yet my body is incapable of it right now! I can only do so little before I'm physically screaming to sit down or lie down or just stop- sheesh! What gets done will get done and what doesn't will have to wait I guess... we live here healthily, so I'm certain our newborn will survive!
Spent part of this last weekend getting baby things in order- pulled this swing out of the closet and Cooper played and played in it, despite being too big! I hesitate to tell him he's too big because I don't want him to feel like he's being pushed out of the way for the baby coming. Besides, it's so cute to see him at times like this... He announced awhile back that he would hold the baby in his lap while he was swinging :)
Gosh he melts my heart... will summer ever be long enough? (Unless you're Stephen and then Fall can't get here fast enough!) I look at these pics and confess that my heart is worried as our family grows. Will I be able to spread myself thin enough? Will Cooper always know he is special and important, even when he's not the only? Will I survive our attachment being severed to a degree? Despite this worry, I really am excited for our baby! Will he know that he is cherished too? Will I be able to bond with him as strongly? I just have to trust that my Heavenly Father can make me more than I am now and that, with His hand in the details of our life, it will all work out. I intend for our life with two to mean twice the joy, not half :)
Bundled up recently for a morning drop off at Monch's. Really her name is Monica, but Cooper long since called her Monch and it's stuck. Now she just might always be "Monch" :) Good thing we love her and her family, because I'm convinced we'll never come anywhere near loving the drop off.
As we were doing some re-arranging this weekend, Cooper found some left over rolls of Christmas wrapping paper. He kept saying "I want Christmas," as in he wanted it to be Christmastime. He loves looking at pics from Christmas and always asks me to turn our calendar to December when he's in the kitchen... anyhow, I came up with the idea to have him wrap one of his toys and take turns giving it to Dad or I (no doubt the boys will be bombarded with this too when they come this weekend). He loved it! He will cover a toy with this scrap of paper and say "Merry Christmas!" as he hands it to one of us or opens it himself- precious. Makes me anxious already for the holidays...