The Final Countdown

I have been seriously slacking lately. 

On everything it would seem. 

I mean seriously!  

And guess what?!  

I DON'T CARE ONE BIT!

I know, coming from goal-oriented, multi-tasking Camie thats, well, unheard of.

We've been eating out.

We've been going to movies.

Thom and I even went out on a bona fide date...no kids!  (Thanks a MILLION to Reese and Steph!!)

This past weekend Thom and I both hung out in our bed all morning, just watching TV and playing on our respective electrical gadgets.

There's dishes to be done.

There's laundry to be folded and put away.

The baby's room has yet to be painted.

There's a million little household fixes that need to be done.

I am surprised at my sudden lack of anal retentiveness.

Usually I'd be up and lets go! We've only got a couple weeks until our lives turn upside down again and there's a million things to do and we don't have time or money and all other forms of freaking out.

But not this time.

It hit me yesterday as we were heading out to play with some friends and see a movie.

It's okay.

Let me repeat that for ya.

It's okay.

In fact, it's more than okay.

It's totally perfect and fine and awesome.

We're playing and spending time as a family.

We're bonding and playing and relaxing and doing fun things now.

I am so blessed to have good health and a mostly functioning body...pregnancy woes aside of course, that allows me to go out and do fun things.

I am so lucky to have two boys who adore their mama and love to just be in the same room as her.

I am also lucky to have a husband who works so hard at everything he does and tried his hardest to make my life easier.

And I am above and beyond blessed to have friends who keep me sane in this crazy preggo waiting game.  Ones who check in on me and make sure I'm alright and would basically do anything for me, of which I am SO undeserving.

I am just so glad to have this time.

Time with my husband.

Time with my kids.

Time with my friends.

I wish my family lived a little closer, 

but then again, 

that would make my life complete and  we can't have EVERYTHING we want, right?!

I am blessed.

I am thankful.

I am happy.

I am one of the luckiest girls on the planet.

Friday Confessional: Just Another Day

It's Friday!And it's a holiday weekend!YAHOO!!Let's do some confessin', shall we?
I confess...

• It is seriously a beautiful day outside.
• I LOVE It!
• It's seriously about time.
• Gloomy weather makes me grumpy.
• And no one likes a grumpy Camie.
• It's true.  Ask around.
• Izacc had his last day of school this week.
• He's pretty much been telling everyone we see that he's done with school.
• Not like he's happy about it or anything.
• I'm happy about it.
• Let the summer begin!
• Lazy days and sunshine!
• And not having to go anywhere!
• Yeah.
• It's gonna be good.
• I got myself a wicked stupid sunburn on Wednesday.
• Half of my right shin and ankle.
• That's it.
• Hurts SO bad!
• Stupid UV rays!
• Stupid leg.
• Oh brother.
• Also got myself an awesome UTI going on.
• I've been antibiotic-ing and Activia-ing it up over here.
• You know, as to avoid getting another sort of infection...
• Sorry TMI, I know.
• This being pregnant stuff is awesome.
• So I'm basically ready to be done.
• The rib pain, the sciatica, the not being able to bend over.
• Yeah it really is a beautiful time...
• But I think it's run it's course.
• Time for the next stage where I get to snuggle up with a little baby
• Instead of watching my belly writhe around like there's an alien inside of it.
• Can't wait.
• Her room may never get done though.
• I ordered curtains the other day so I could match the color I paint the walls.
• You know, being all proactive and smart.
• Well, the stupid things aren't expected to get here until June 13-June 29.
• Um , excuse me.
• A MONTH?!
• I'm supposed to wait a month for them to get here?!?
• Come on, people!
• Sorta don't see myself painting the room 3 days before my due date.
• Well, actually, that kinda does sound like me...
• But no!  I'm ticked to say the least!
• Ah well.  We shall see I suppose.
• In the meantime, Thor and I are going on an anniversary date tonight.
• I know right?!
• Dinner and a movie.
• Kidless,
• Steph, best person in the world, is gonna wrangle them for me for a few hours.
• I am really excited.
• Perhaps too excited.
• I really need to get out more.
• Ha ha funny time to be realizing that, eh?
• Too late to change my mind??
• Ah well.
• At least it's warm outside.
• Gonna go work on burning the other side of my leg.

All About the Belly Part 2

So remember a few months ago when I posted a couple pictures of the Belly?

Well, my friends, things got real alright.

They got real REAL fast!!

So I'm 1 day away from being 37 weeks.

And I feel the need to show off the Belly

For she is grand and, ah, well, huge.

Okay let's review.

Ah sweet little body, how I miss thee.
Here's me at  9 weeks

Not too much going on.
Here's 22 weeks.

A little more progress.
Here we are at 27 weeks. 

And still...
32 weeks here.

And here we are today.

37 ish weeks.

Can I just say whoa mama!!

I wish I had the motivation to go pull up the pictures from the other two so we could compare.

Oh wait a sec...

Here's me with Ian at 37 weeks.

I have officially outgrown that shirt.

I thought I was all out front with him!

This one's basically a basketball sticking out there.

And can we talk about carrying high?

Because last time's rib pain was NOTHING compared to this one.

Although I fear I felt some movement southward today...

Oh man it really is getting close!!

Can't wait to meet this baby!!

8 Years Strong

I went to the store yesterday to get an anniversary card for my sweet hubby.

They were all CRAP!

So stupid and overpriced.

So I told him I would write a super amazing fantastic blog post for him.

Well, here is what he gets instead:

Dear Thompson,

Today is a very special day.

Today is the day, eight years ago, that You and I were married.

Weren't we just so cute?!

And thin?!?

Gosh.  I can't believe another year has gone by.  We've done a lot since last year.

We celebrated birthdays and some holidays.

We camped and went to zoos.

Our baby started (and finished) preschool.

We got some wisdom teeth removed.

We watched our boys grow up.

We made some friends and had some parties.

We did some baby makin'.

We spent way too much money.

We did a lot of traveling.

We're now just weeks away from meeting our baby girl.

And I can't help but look back and smile.

It's been hard, it's been trying.

It has not been all good.

But it's been you and me doing the best we can.

And that's what I love about us.

We always manage to pull through and make it work.

We're seriously awesome like that.

So I had a lot of things to say, and then I pulled up last years anniversary post.

And everything I said then I mean now.

So here is a little reminder.

 I am so very grateful I have this man beside me.

The guy everyone thought was no good for me

.

The guy who had piercings and tattoos.

The guy who took care of me from the time I graduated from college to now and continues to do so.

The guy who supported me through beauty school, even though we weren’t even engaged, let alone married. 

The guy who was patient with me while I figured things out and got things straight.

The guy who’s literally been with me through thick (mostly me) and thin (mostly him).

The guy who has sat idly by and endured my ever changing hair colors and styles.

The guy who held me while I cried, waited when I was impatient, got tests done when we had no answers, and gave up so so much to be a daddy.

The guy who lets me torture him.

The guy who has endured heartbreak countless times.

The guy who goes on many splendid adventures with me and my incessant whining and need for potty breaks.

The guy who does the best he possibly can.

The guy who is pretty dang adorable.

The guy who puts up with so so much and takes it all in stride.

The guy who’s little sons are trying to be just like.

The guy who doesn’t know it, but has the most amazing spirit about him.

 

The guy who has prayed for me when I couldn’t do it myself.  

The guy who doesn’t give himself enough credit.

 

The guy I was terrified of when we first met, but who turned out to be practically the biggest dork on the planet.

The guy who’s made me feel stronger, more self confidant, and beautiful than I ever did before.
    

The guy who collects many amounts of seemingly useless junk and is an amazing, daring cook.

The guy who would, and does anything for his family.

They guy who lets me be me.

The guy who never gives up, never backs down, and doesn’t throw in the towel, even when others would have quit long ago.

The guy who makes me madder than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

The guy I can’t out argue.

    

The guy I had my last first kiss with. 

  

The guy that seemed so very wrong for me for a lot of reasons.

The guy who I married EIGHT years ago today.  The guy I will spend eternity with.  The guy I love. 

We’ve had good days, we’ve had bad days, we’ve fought like it was over, we’ve laughed at absolutely nothing.  It’s such an amazing ride and I’m so glad I’m on it with him.  He’s my best buddy, the one who gets annoyed when I tell him what celebrities I think are hot, the one who honestly loves me no matter what I look like.  He’s forgiving and sweet, awkward and hilarious.  There’s absolutely no one I’d rather be with.

There were quite a few people who really thought I was making a huge mistake marrying this guy.  What they didn’t know was how great a man he would turn out to be.  How great a daddy he’d be, how great a husband.  They didn’t see what I saw, they didn’t know what I knew, and they didn’t feel what I felt.  Many prayers were sent heavenward while we were dating and engaged.  I knew from the beginning that it was the start of something good. 

My mom asked me before we got married why him, why this person who seemed so out of character for me.  I knew then that our life would be hard.  I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.  I knew we had an uphill journey ahead of us.  I knew that I loved him and that life was going to be hard, but I knew that it would be 1000 times better than life with out him.

So Thor, thanks for it all.  Being married to you is a day by day adventure.  Thanks for not bailing the first time you had second thoughts and wondered what you'd gotten yourself into?  You know the time...Yellowstone...outhouse...yeah...I wouldn't have blamed you for high tailing it right then.  But thanks for not giving up on me then and now.  

See, I kinda screwed myself there because there's honestly no way I could top that.  Not right now with my preggo brain and CRS* disease.  I think it bears repeating though.  

I love you.  

I love you so much more and so much deeper than I did eight years ago, which seems pretty impossible since back then I was so super head over heels in love with you it hurt. It's way more so now, my nerdy friend.  I may not always show it but you make my knees weak.  You give me butterflies.  You are the one thing in this world that keeps me going, especially when the everything else is falling down around me.  Thanks for giving me 2 7/8 of the worlds most beautiful, charming, adorable children

We've come a long way from sleeping on air mattresses and living on French bread and ranch dressing, baby.

Here's to the next year of tomorrows.  I can't wait to see where we're going.  As long as we're You and Me, it's going to be amazing.

I love you.

* can't remember shiz

Ian

       Oh sweet baby boy, you are two.  Two years old!  I can’t believe it.  You have literally transformed into a little boy right before my eyes this past month.  I blame it on the new shampoo.  (We ran out of baby shampoo and so he and Izacc are using the same stuff now)  But you've gone from my snuggly baby to a rough and tumble boy in a matter of weeks.  I’m sad and happy and terrified all at the same time!

I am so so proud of you.  The night before you turned two you ditched the binky for good!  Not that you don’t still ask for it now and again, but you quit that bad boy and I couldn’t be happier about it.  Your speech is really coming along since you two parted and you are generally an all-around joy to be around.

There are some fun things that I want to remember about you right now:
-The way you act like a monkey.  Or a kitty.  Or a puppy.  And crawl around making the appropriate noises.
-When you wake up and come directly to our bed and demand to watch “PB” (TV).
-When you’re tired, you walk around in circles.
-You love bubbles, and the way you say bubbles is the most adorable thing I can think of.
-You replace your “d”s for “g”s and your “t”s for “k”s.  Gaggy=Daddy, Beg=bed, breg=bread, kank oooh=thank you.  Cracking your code has opened up a whole new level of understanding on my part!!
-You are so polite and say “kank oooh” after everything, including when I tell you good job.
-You LOVE to sing along with everything.  And it’s mainly just sounds but it’s so cute.  You try to at least get the ending of the phrases.  Your personal favorites are The ABC Song, Twinkle Twinkle, and well, anything on the radio!
-You love to go outside and have figured out how to open the door all by yourself.  If only you could figure out not to go into the street.
-You can climb up into your car seat by yourself.
-You and Izacc have the best time playing together.  Somehow he understands you and your little conversations crack me up.
-You love puppies and birds and shout at them when you see them out the window.
-Blessing your food (quite possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen) You echo whoever is saying it when it’s not your turn.
-You have taken to sleeping in a big boy bed so beautifully and I think you have a blast having a roommate.
-You call yourself “Nan” and Izacc “Gy-gac” or sometimes, just “Gac”.  And I love how you call Steph “Barf”
-Climbing climbing climbing!  Holy cow do you love to climb.  And fall.  You tuck and roll like a pro.  Perhaps a professional career as a stuntman is in your future.
-You run with your head tilted to the side and your arms a waving!  I couldn’t love it more.  I love the sound of you running barefoot on the hardwood.
-When you wake up from your nap, you run to whoever is closest in the living room and give them the biggest, best hug you’ve got.  It’s pure bliss.
-You like to count, and count as we drive.  Trees, cars, whatever.  Although sometimes you just say “cinco, cinco, cinco…” which is totally cool too.
-You love to love on my belly.  I think when this baby comes out it will rock your world a bit and life as you know it might come crumbling down, but you are going to be so sweet with her I just know it.
-You love to cuss people out, especially Daddy when you are protecting me or your brother.  And usually the only word we can understand is “nonny” (naughty)
-When I ask you “who’s cute?” or “Who’s handsome” you always say “ME!”
-When I ask you “who loves you?” your list usually entails Mommy, Gaggy, Gygac, Mama (gramma) Papa, baby, Barf (Steph), Eese (Reese) and whoever else happens to be in the room at the time.
-You get so excited when you pee in the potty, although it only happens about once a day.
-You still love to eat, but have become a little more picky in your taste.  You hate canned chicken and anything that has to do with it.
-You love to watch Bubble Guppies, Team Umizoomi, and Go Diego Go, and can sing each theme song respectively.
-At your 2 year old check up you were in the 97th percentiles for both height and weight, and the Dr made sure to let me know that you were not fat, just solid.  You wear size 9 shoes and 3T clothes and are starting to wear some 4Ts…heaven help us.
-When we’re driving or shopping, you love to say “go go go!!”
-Your sweet little open mouth kisses have turned into real kisses and you love to give them out freely.
-Your hugs are the best around, hands down.  And you are not stingy with them.
-Your laugh is by far the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.  It’s beautiful and I wish I had a recording of it to share with anyone who would listen.  I promise, it will make your day.
-You like to watch Izacc play Playstation or Wii and get excited for him and thanks to Daddy, when ever you hear the Angry Birds theme song, you go crazy and have to watch whoever it is play “Birgs!  Birgs!”
-You are a little mimic and try and copy anything anyone says, usually your older brother.
-Your eyes are still so stunning and can get me to do basically anything.
-The look you get when you’re mad or pretending to be mad is too much.  You furrow your brow and when you’re serious, it’s a little scary.

I basically love you to pieces and can not imagine life without you.  I’m so glad you joined our family and can’t wait to see all the good you’ll do and joy you’ll bring into our lives and the lives of others.  You’re the best, baby.  Thanks for letting me be your mama.

Just to show how far you've some in a year, here you were on your first birthday.  Look at that little face!

Per your request, a Lightning McQueen cake!

Here we go.

Can't quite get that candle blown out...

Thank goodness for Izacc.

Happy birthday little man!!  Being two is gonna ROCK!!

  

If Wishes Were Fishes...

Dear Weather--

If you ever decide to start raining money, would it be alright if you aim some of it my way?  Because I think I would look pretty awesome sporting this little beauty around.

And also I need a new car, but I don't want to be greedy.  I do have my priorities after all.

Thanks in advance,