Monday, April 9, 2012

{32 Weeks!}

T Minus...8 weeks. 
{A WHOLE 8 weeks little boy, yes m'am?}

~The last four weeks of my pregnancy I have been focused on taking care of my guys. I have praised God numerous times for my health and strength during this pregnancy. I continue to trust Him for the timing of this child's delivery. On May 18 Trip should have his neck brace removed. That puts us 17 days from my due date...

~I mentioned in the 27 week post that this kid is a kicker. But in the last few weeks, this "little" boy has put on some weight. So his cute little exercise regimen has apparently moved into self defense classes. I guess he is well aware of the brawn height and strength of his big brother and wants to be prepared from Day 1.

~I would like to go on record to say that I get first dibs on Dr. John Braxton Hicks in heaven {after I finish "talking" to Eve, Ahem.}. Mild discomfort?! Oh I'll show you some mild discomfort, dear doctor. I didn't notice them with Jackson, but I have had a few "trial" contractions with this pregnancy and a couple of them have literally taken my breath away. Wooo!

Finally, I'd like to close with these sweet pictures of Jackson from Easter. His jonjon is a hand-me-down from his cousin Scott. When his Aunt Kylene gave me this outfit we had no idea Jackson would be enamored with bi-planes. When I pulled it out for him Easter morning he about passed out from the joy.

The most special thing about each of these photos is that 
they are the first photos that Trip has taken post-surgery.

Eggs ~ A First Experience

On Saturday, while Jackson was napping I took a few minutes and hid eggs in our backyard. He had seen the eggs in the stores and wondered what all the fuss was about. It was a surprise for him and he was so proud of himself as he found each one.
Silly boy was pretending not to listen to us as we tried to tell him there were a few more left to find.
After our little egg hunt, we dyed a few eggs. This was also a first for Jackson. I have previously confessed that I have a tendency to be a...cough, cough...perfectionist when it comes to projects of this nature. But, I let it all go Saturday so that my sweet boy could dye his first Easter eggs.

This is his squeal of delight after he dropped the egg into the cup and it splashed...everywhere.
Jackson had so much fun, even if the word "gentle" is completely lost in his vocabulary. Trip and I noted that we have to work on that word A LOT before baby brother arrives. Luckily, only one egg bit the dust.