Oh, the joys of having a two-year- old. (Well, almost two.) Max continues to make us laugh at the various comments that come out of his sweet little lips. One of them I cannot mention on the blog, but if you are interested, give me a call. :-)
Some of the others include calling me "Chwissa," instead of "Mama;" and pointing out that I need to wipe my nose by pointing at it and saying "booders." He also seems to think that he is having a sister and not a brother. Everytime I ask him who the baby is in the picture he says, "sista." We practice over and over that it is baby brother, but it doesn't seem to sink in. Maybe he knows something we don't know. (But if you look at the pic I posted earlier, I'd say it is pretty obvious that it's a boy growing inside, not a baby sister.)
Baby K is growing and kicking, always letting me know that he is around, too. He had a hitting contest with his Uncle Mike a few days ago. Mike would poke my belly, and Baby K would kick right back. It was amazing to feel and watch. Baby K also seems to like to migrate around a lot. Sometimes he is on my back and blatter (something Max hardly ever did), and sometimes he is up in my ribs (something Max loved to do).
I was a little sad about not having a girl this time, but the thought of having two boys is rather exciting. I have always seen myself as a boy mama. This should be quite an adventure. I am very thankful that I have the blessing of being able to stay home with my boys. To be perfectly honest, it has taken me almost two years to get to this point. (I was thankful before, but God has been doing some amazing work in my heart regarding staying at home.) I can now finally say, that I feel like I am at peace at home, and I can't wait to see it flourish under God's mighty hand. Well, this post ended up being longer than expected. Until next time! C
