Has anyone noticed besides me that I am in a blogger's rut? Well now you know!
You would think I would have tons to write about with two 3 year olds, a husband about to be gone for the next couple of months to stock shows, and a new baby on the way. Ever since Christmas, I have been in a life funk. One depressing thing after another has happened. But that's life so I am blogging on.
The Baby:
All is well in baby land. Things are progressing at a normal rate. This pregnancy hasn't been nearly as eventful as my twin pregnancy. Thank goodness! Well there was the time two weeks ago where I did a bit of heavy shopping before my Dr's appointment which lead to some contractions which then lead to me being hauled over to Labor and Delivery for monitoring. No big deal. My new best friend is food! I am preparing myself for the break in our friendship after this baby is here. It's going to be sad. Did I mention this baby is another boy? Yes, I will be living with 4 men. Someone told me that their mother had 3 boys and she didn't have a clean toilet seat to sit on for 20 years but that she turned out alright. Thanks for the encouragement!
Cutter and Carsyn:
Oh where do I begin? I ask myself this every morning when I get up. Cutter and Carsyn are growing up. They will be 4 in May. Carsyn acts way older than his age. He doesn't want hugs or kisses anymore. He would rather be with his dad working outside or at the Ag Shop building something. Cutter is more of a momma's boy than Carsyn but Dad is #1 right now people. I can't build a water trailer with a hydraulic pump that has fire hoses on it that is going to shoot water so many feet and such and such rate of power. Clark can though!
They are adjusting to the idea of having another person living with us. Cutter is all about it. Carsyn will talk to my tummy and tell the baby he is going to take him to the baby sitter. He thinks that is where all babies go. Is he in for a big suprise or what? Cutter practices on my old cabbage patch. Will haul it all over the house but in a very gentle way. I might have to worry about Cutter getting the baby out of the baby bed. Either way I am counting on both boys to turn into great helpers.
Clark:
Stock shows have begun. It has been pretty easy going but will go into full force next week when he spends 3-4 days in San Antonio. Then the next week in San Angelo. Then the next week in Austin. The only plus to this years stock shows is that Houston moved their cattle show to the week after Spring Break so he will actually be home all week. I will need that break after the next couple of weeks and the couple of weeks before the baby gets here. And thank goodness for Mother's Day Out during all this.
On a funny note, this morning as I was explaining to the boys that they could not play in our field today because their daddy had turned out his horses and as I was pointing out the places that they could play instead, Carsyn informed me that I was a good talker. HA! I wished they were as good at listening as I was at talking. I know I do a lot of it.
Is this not the good life? A nice soak after a 30 minute session of shooting baskets. Much to Clark's dismay, he may have two basketball players on his hands. Of course my side of the family and I will get blamed for this "dirty habit"! Oh how Clark loathes basketball. 
Can anyone tell how excited Cutter is to have his Daddy home? Clark has been unable to get out of his sight. Cutter even offered to sit in a chair and talk to him while Clark took a shower. Maybe next time kiddo! 
Me at 26 weeks!
Did I say I had nothing to blog about last week? Well the day after(last Monday) that all changed. It has taken me a few days to be able to blog about it. My title to my blog is actually the theme for my MOPS program this year. Too fitting. I had just come in from playing outside with the boys to take a batch of cupcakes out of the of when the next thing I know I hear one of the boys standing behind me whimpering but not crying. I guessed that he was upset for me coming into the house without properly informing him. The next thing I hear is "momma, I'm bleeding". Of course I whip around to see blood pouring down on my kitchen floor. Somehow I calmly come up with the idea to sit him down in a chair and wrap a cold wet hand towel around it to get it to stop bleeding. Did I mentioned I had been cleaning and cooking all day? No hair done, no make up, clothes that a 6 mth pregnant woman does not want to be seen in. Did I also mention that Clark had taken the car seats to town with him in his pick-up? That was okay because I did want him to look at it and tell me what he thought. He thought it was just a scratch. My motherly instinct wouldn't allow me not to take him to the doctor to at least let them clean it up and make sure we are up to date on our tetanus shot. This was important since he cut it on a piece of metal outside. So Carsyn and I all by my pregnant self head into town. To make a long story short, the doctor told us he definitely needed stitches.(see poor quality picture below) 6 to be exact. The worst part was the numbing shot where he screamed "I'm going to kick somebody, I'm going to kick somebody" while he did indeed try to kick me and the doctor giving the shot. After that he was his normal chatty self. Momma got a little hot and had to sit down in order not to pass out from the adrenaline rush she had just experienced. I calmly stated that pregnancy and stitches did not mix and they began turning down that air conditioner. I've decided if I'm going to be the mother of 3 boys, I had better get use to stitches, broken bones, and other gory things.
Another picture of the boys. Notice how they both are wearing two right or two left boots. Why is this so hard to learn? Doesn't it hurt?
Another pose for those two blog stalkers that I have. They look so grown up here.
