We found out yesterday that baby #2 is definitely a boy! I have two sons. Oh my heart! I told Karl I feel like my heart is just overflowing with joy. I am 15 weeks pregnant now, and we had our little bi-weekly check-ups with my high-risk doctor and regular ob-gyn. Our ultrasound started with our baby boy pressing his hand against my womb. We could see his tiny fingers and all the little bones in his hand. He flexed his muscle before rubbing his sweet face. He kicked his legs, rolled, and played. He kept opening and closing his mouth. He showed us how perfect his spine is. And he let us know for sure that he is a boy! Before the ultrasound began, the tech asked us if we knew, and I told her we thought it was a boy, but we were only 90% sure. As soon as she started the ultrasound, she said, "Oh yeah!" I asked if the baby was in fact a boy, and she said, "Oh yeah! See that thing sticking up! There is no doubt!" Knowing for sure that we have another son on the way made my heart literally feel like it could explode with pure joy! After the ultrasound, she checked my cervical length, and everything looked great there too. We left feeling on top of the world! From that moment on, and for the rest of the day, I could not think about or talk about the baby without getting choked up! He looked like such a baby during the ultrasound, and I could not get over how much he had grown in two weeks! And just knowing for sure that the baby is a boy...a second son, a best buddy of Cooper, a sweet new baby to cuddle, kiss on, and love...it just feels like the realization of so many dreams come true. I saw our lives take a new shape as we start preparing to welcome this new life into ours. Life just feels so gloriously rich and full.
Here's our baby boy at 15 weeks:
I love this sweet picture of him!
My muscle man!
I didn't post the "proof" picture with Cooper, but I'm told things are different the second time around, so we minds well start now!
This was when he was opening and closing his mouth. It was so cute!
So that's what's going on with our baby #2. Now on to our precious little boy...
Cooper is 2 years and 8 months old. A good friend told us awhile back that 2 years/8 months is when the "terrible twos" really strike. I remembered this pearl of wisdom the other night as Cooper was pitching a major fit because he was having to go to bed without a story or rocking because he wouldn't follow any directions and was being out-of-control-stubborn. I was questioning his sanity, our sanity, and everything in between when I thought about his age...his exact age...and what this friend had said. I then breathed a sigh of relief because I found hope and a sense of normalcy in her words. It's not just us. It'll get better. He's 2 years and 8 months old.
We definitely have hit a rough spell with doing what mommy and daddy say and being cooperative. Some days involve many, many, many timeouts, spankings, words of redirection/disapproval, etc. One night last week, after a particularly rough day, I sat by his crib after he fell asleep, rubbed his little foot that was sticking out the side, and unleashed a flood of tears. I was frustrated, exhausted, and just plain sad. But the reality of parenthood is that it's not all play, fun, and giggles. Some days have to involve endless disciplining because it's what your child needs. We just seem to need more of those days lately than I would like!
But..
Then there are other moments. Good, rewarding, tender, fulfilling moments...and a lot of 'em. I remind myself often this is all just a stage. He'll outgrow the terrible twos and learn to follow directions without being told a hundred times to do something. He'll also outgrow needing my kisses to make his boo-boos better, calling me back to his room at night for one more kiss and hug, reaching for me to pick him up or hold his hand when he's scared. It'll all pass, and as I'm told, it'll happen too quickly.
Around 5:45 this morning, I heard Coop stir in his crib and get out. A few seconds later, there was a little boy with a big smile, tousled hair, and sleepy eyes standing at the side of my bed holding his bed buddy, Dog. I told him it was too early and to get back in bed, so he climbed up beside me. That's not exactly what I meant, but we snuggled up, and within a few minutes, he was snoozing. I laid there, cuddled up to my boy, listening to Karl breathe behind me, and feeling Sadie cuddled at my legs, and it was the perfect way to wake up. My whole little family, together and peaceful. We can get through the terrible twos with enough of these sweet moments. Only 4 more months until he's three. Oh wait...I'm told three is worse than two!!
Here are some random pictures of my crazy two year old...
Coop and I have a restaurant that we go to sometimes together for lunch. It's our date spot. I LOVE these lunches with him. He is always so good, so polite, and so fun! He knows how to turn on the charm, and my picky eater eats soooo good here!
Little Man at his favorite place...the choo-choo park
A few weeks ago, a couple of Karl's friends with south Louisiana came up for a weekend of turkey hunting. They brought lots of crawfish, and we had an awesome crawfish boil! It was the best crawfish I have ever had. They also taught me how to make crawfish etoufee that weekend. I ate it like a true pregnant woman...for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a few snacks thrown in too!
This is Cooper's first piece of furniture for his big boy room. It's a bookshelf we ordered, but it's in the hallway because his new room hasn't been cleared out yet. He kept bringing all kinds of toys in his wheelbarrow to put on display in it!
Karl's boss has a plane and invited Cooper to come see it and ride around the runway. Cooper was so excited to go!
He might have found his calling that day! My grandfather was a pilot, and I'm sure he was smiling down at our boy this day!
I didn't get to go, but Karl said it was a great time. Cooper was enthralled with everything!
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