My baby boy is turning into a little man and I just can't handle it. He is seriously growing so fast and these past few days he's seemed so stinking big! This was taken last February:

And this is from today:

I went to a conference on Saturday and the keynote speaker challenged each of us to make a list of 25 every-day things that make us happy. Since most of my thoughts this morning have centered on reasons that I hate my life I figured this was a good time to fulfill that assignment. So here goes:

25 Things That Make Me Really Happy

1. Any time I can step on a scale and think, "I'm okay with that."

2. Watching Leo sleep. (For some reason as soon as he's out I can forget about all the terrorist-like things he's been up to and just feel lucky that he's mine.)

3. Going to the movie theater and getting a huge soda with extra ice.

4. Having clean floors.

5. Getting someone a gift that is exactly what they didn't know they wanted.

6. Cooking something delicious and sharing it with people that I love.

7. Having a great hair day. (And a pimple-free face is an added bonus.)

8. Okay, this one's a little bizarre. I love when some one's baby is really upset and no one can get them to calm down, and then I take them and they stop crying/go to sleep.

9. Watching a live performance, especially a play, that is really well done. (I'm not a huge fan of being in these things, but I really love being in the audience.)

10. Curling up in bed with a book that I love when the weather is terrible.

11. I love when the sun starts shining right after it's been snowing and everything is clean and sparkly.

12. Going to the dentist and not having any cavities.

13. Flossing my teeth.

14. Taking a picture that perfectly captures the moment it was taken. (This doesn't happen to me very often since I'm not a very good photographer and I have a really crappy camera.)

15. Rubbing my chin on the top of a new baby's head. (Weird, I know, but I love the feel of their super soft hair/skin on my neck.)

16. Hearing a song that I love at the exact moment that I needed to hear it.

17. (This is absolutely horrible, but it really does make me so incredibly happy.) I love running into someone that I haven't seen in a long time (especially if I didn't particularly like them when I was seeing them more frequently) and they've gotten fat. (I'm a bad person. I know this.)*

18. The first time you know for sure that what you just felt was a baby kick and not your internal organs rearranging themselves.

19. Being able to get together with someone you haven't seen in ages and talk just like no time has passed at all.

20. Finally going to sleep after a long and exhausting day.

21. The night before something really exciting is going to happen. (The suspense just kills me.)

22. Having house guests.

23. When Ty has the day off and we can just hang out together.

24. Having someone you know you can call and complain to and they won't think less of you.

25. Knowing exactly what you want and being able to find/get it.

*This was especially fun when I was really skinny and may, in fact, be my sole motivation for getting skinny again after this baby is born.

I've decided what I miss most about being childless.

Clean Floors

I swear I sweep and vacuum

every

single

day

and the floor is still dirty.

All the time.

It makes me crazy.

Happenings

We've all been pretty sick this week. (Thanks a lot, Ty, for bringing home nasty germs from school/work.) Not much has been happening. Leo did manage to cause several major messes even though he wasn't operating at full capacity. A week or two ago he got a hold of a skein of yarn from my closet and turned it into a tangled mess. I seriously spent hours and hours untangling it and winding it into a nice little ball. I came out of the bathroom the next day to find this:

Oh yeah. Ball of yarn strewn all over the house.

He likes to do things like this when I refuse to let him in the bathroom with me. I guess he's trying to show me that there are consequences for not giving him what he wants. :)

Any how, here's a picture of me from today. (Yeah, I'm pretty sure it could be triplets in there. On the up side, look how skinny my legs look.)

I got a call from Labor and Delivery today. They wanted to talk to me about the details of my c-section tomorrow. I told them that it was actually supposed to happen on Monday March 22, not tomorrow. Ty was mad. He thought I should have just gone on in and let them do it. (Babies almost always survive at 35 weeks, right?) I'm sure they would have believed I was full term but, going against the desires of my heart, I decided it would be best to let the little booger marinate for four more weeks. (I know. I'm a saint.)

Chuck E. Cheese

Last Saturday I had the brilliant idea to go to Chuck E. Cheese's. I thought that Leo would just have the time of his little life. Well, he ended up falling asleep in the car on the way there. He spent most of our trip like this:

It was crowded and noisy, and the pizza there is just not very good at all. (Shocking, I know.) Any how, we finally woke him up but all he wanted to do was sit in a broken car that didn't move or anything. We finally convinced him to ride this one:

and when he was done he ran right back to the broken one and climbed back in. I guess it will be a little longer before he's excited about stuff like this.

For Becca (because she keeps bugging me for one)

New Belly Picture!!!

At this point I'm basically a huge, monster belly with arms and legs. 6 and a half more weeks people. Hooray!

Is it bad that I find this hilarious?

Because I definitely do.

I found out that I don't have gestational diabetes.

(FYI, 3 hour glucose test = uber boring.)

I was a little disappointed.

Not because I wanted diabetes.

I didn't.

I just wanted a reason

for why I was feeling so crappy.

Guess it's just what happens when you are hugely pregnant and have a super active 18 month old.

Bummer.

Doctor

Leo had his 18 month well check on Thursday. It was a nightmare. Honestly, I never want to go again, and Leo feels the same way (although he probably shouldn't.) I like our pediatrician, I really do. He's super nice and seems genuinely concerned about Leo's health. However, he is always, always running behind. And I don't mean 10 or 15 minutes. I have never been seen less than 40 minutes after my appointment time, and this time the doctor was over an hour late. I understand that they have to squeeze in appointments with sick kids, but an hour? I think that's a little ridiculous. Especially since they have a little sign in the waiting room that says, "If you are more than 20 minutes late for your scheduled appointment time you will be asked to reschedule." Hello, double standard, my name is Kristen. Nice to meet you.

Any how, after his last appointment Leo has learned to recognize that this is the place where they give him shots. He does not like to be there. As soon as they started leading us back to a room he started screaming his little head off. And the entire time the nurse was trying to weigh him and measure him he was clinging to me and crying, "No, no, please, no." It was a lot of fun. Especially since he kept freaking out any time he heard any kind of noise outside our room for the entire hour we were waiting to see the doctor. Joy.

Complaints aside, he's healthy and growing like he should. Current stats are:

Weight: 24.25 pounds (28.04 percentile)

Height: 34 inches (91 percentile)

Head: 19 inches (64.42 percentile)

He got a Dilly Bar after since it was so bad.