Brother to brother. Luke ventured over to the climbing wall in our backyard and Andrew decided to help him “get a leg up”. Luke wasn’t very happy with the help but it made for a cute picture.
Ahhhhhh…..how many more weeks until my first trimester is over?!?!?!?!? I’ve never felt this sick. Yuck! Ick! Every smell grosses me out. The thought of food disgusts me. All I crave is water. I can’t get enough of it. Oh yeah…I crave my pillow, too. I don’t know how much I’ll be able to eat this Thanksgiving.
We went to Ft. Benning today to watch the SILVER WINGS jump out of an airplane and parachute to earth. Andrew loved watching the red smoke come out of their boots while dropping at fast speeds. Wish I had gotten a picture of the event.
I don’t remember feeling this tired during pregnancies 1 & 2….probably because I wasn’t having to keep up with two little ones during those times like I am now. I’m usually a night owl but now I’m longing for my mattress and pillow at 10:00 instead of midnight. I’m only up now because I’m working on school stuff for the office, which I get paid to do. Andrew has been getting up one to two times during the night (usually between 2-4 a.m.) and coming to the side of our bed. We have been sticking to our procedure (although it’s tough on us and breaks my heart) of not talking to him and putting him back into his bed. Between the two sessions this past Saturday night, I picked him up and put him back in his bed 154 times before he finally got the idea and gave up. It seems my 11 month old is a better sleeper than my 2.5 year old here lately. Please tell me this is normal and that things get better!