stop and smell the roses.

Or petunias.  Shepherd loves to smell flowers.  Anytime he sees them he insists.  He always says, "Mmmmm" or "wowww." The sweetest little boy.




This is my view looking out the window over our sink.  I'm so ready for Fall, but hate that I won't get to see all of our pretty flowers anymore.

P.S. I read this article and was like, "Finally! Someone gets me!"  Although it wasn't a secret to me.
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a few pics from our weekend.

Saturday we were at our friends house for a housewarming party.  Their new home backs up to a horse farm and all of the horses came over to visit and munch on carrots and celery.  Shepherd is one lucky little boy to get up close and personal with horses!

Sunday my sister in law and nephew came up and we decided to go to the park and feed the ducks.  When we saw the paddle boats, Joey decided we had to go for a ride, so we all got our life jackets on and got in line.  Poor Shepherd was not a fan of the life jacket.  It was bigger than he is and he could barely move!  That picture of him smiling was the only happy pic of him out of about 50 that I took.  He kept signing "all done" haha!

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A post in numbers.

One. So what Joey and I updated our cable for one night only, just so we could watch Lindsay Lohan on Oprah?

Thirty one.  The number of potted plants we have at our house.  I told you all my husband has a Lowes garden center addiction.

Forty three.  Days until we leave for vacation, and Shepherd's first trip to the ocean.

Eighteen.  Weeks pregnant today.

Nine.  Days until I officially declare it Fall, start decorating for Thanksgiving and allow myself to purchase pumpkin scented candles.

Fifteen.  Number of half full water bottles laying around my house.  I have always been really bad about this.

Five.  How many times we've had Harry's for dinner in the past two weeks.  We are on a kick.  YUM.

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17 Weeks with Baby #2

(Taken at 17w2d)

Not a whole lot to report this far into the pregnancy.  I'm very lucky to have it so easy.  Most days I don't even feel pregnant.  I have plenty of energy, no significant food aversions anymore, no weird cravings, sleeping is normal...same with Shepherd, just not a lot of symptoms, at least in the second trimester.
I am still disappointed about my anterior placenta, but I have felt some movement.  I have to be lying down and laying perfectly still and really concentrate, and I can just feel what I know is my baby.  Its not kicking or flutters or bubbles or anything you hear about, its just kind of a pressure.  I only recognize it because this is my second pregnancy with an anterior placenta so I know what it feels like.
Our next doctors appointment is the first week of September, which is when they do the anatomy ultrasound.  We already know its a boy from a blood work test I had done, but it will be nice to SEE on the ultrasound that it is really a little boy (which...on another note I have to call my doctor/insurance because it looks like we are potentially being charged a $2700 out of network lab bill for that blood work...joy!).
After that ultrasound we will start on the nursery.  I don't want the boys to share a room, so we are making the basement/playroom into the guest room and third bedroom into a second nursery.  Joey and I have been in debate over how to decorate the nursery, but here is what I'm picturing:

I love all white rooms, because then everything in the room is an accessory and the colors pop.


P.S. I wrote this post and this post when I was about 17 weeks with Shep.


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The past little while

I feel like my title could be a "southern" saying.  Typing it felt a little weird...like, does that even make sense?  Little while?  At work the other day one of Joey's coworkers was running to the store, and Joey asked if he would care to pick something up for him.  The guy paused and said, "would I care? No..." Then told Joey he had never heard that saying before and that if someone said that where he was from (ND) they would think he was being rude!  Because why would he care?

Anyway...
Shep can now sign 
"more"
"all done"
and
"please"
Signing "all done"......................."I said I'm all done Mom!"................"Get me out of here!"

Every night we go on a "kitty cat walk."  Shepherd is obsessed with cats right now, and he recognizes all of the houses in our neighborhood where cats live.

 A very rare date night with my love!

 Love this crazy haired boy!


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Shepherd goes to the fire department.

These are possibly the worst quality pictures ever, but I had to document the day my Shepherd wore his fire truck outfit, to the fire department.  He was the cutest little fireman ever.
So what the fireman wasn't as excited about it as I was.
We went to the fire department because they are trained on car seat safety and I wanted to have ours 
re-installed.  A year and a half of driving with it made me worried it was getting loose.
Did you know that the majority of car seats are installed incorrectly?




The fireman offered to take this picture of us after walking up on me attempting to get a selfie with Shepherd looking at the camera.  #embarrassing



 ^^^ past nap time face ^^^

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Puppy love

"I suppose there's a time in practically every young boy's life when he's affected by that wonderful disease of puppy love.  I don't mean the kind a boy has for a pretty girl that lives down the road.  I mean the real kind, the kind that has four small feet and a wiggly tail, and sharp little teeth that can gnaw on a boy's finger; the king a boy can romp and play with, even eat and sleep with."

Where the Red Fern Grows



These two are BFF.
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Pregnancy Hair

You know how they say pregnant women have beautiful hair?  Pregnancy is supposed to make it thicker and shiny and full of volume?  Well not for me!! 
It makes mine thin and stringy and it won't hold curl like it usually does or do anything normal.

I should have guessed I was pregnant after Shepherd's 1st birthday party when my hair looked like this:


It wouldn't do anything that day.   And what do you know a week later I realize I'm pregnant.
My husband has a really sweet nickname for when my hair looks like this, "Chauncey's tail."  Gee good thing I'm not senstitive!

Hating my hair has made me want to cut it.  But at my last appointment my hairdresser and I decided drastic hair changes for me right now would be a bad idea.


Bangs, you sound like a good idea, but as my sister in law pointed out, "don't you only wash your hair once a week?"  Good point.  Sorry bangs.

I also keep thinking about going back to this length:


But, my husband's exact words after that ^^ haircut were, "....it'll grow back."

We'll see.  My hair goal in life has always been to do this at some point:

I also think I never really gave my brunette hair a chance, maybe this could make a comeback??


Well I've gone off on a walk down hair memory lane tangent...I won't get started on postpartum hair...
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on little boys

One of my neighbors has 3 boys and I was over in her yard with Shepherd talking to her.  As we were talking, all of her little boys plus another neighbor boy were all outside playing.  As we spoke there were balls flying over our heads, and she had to keep pausing our conversation to warn them to not run over us with their scooters.  I told her I felt like I could see my future.  A future of Shepherd and his little brother, (and more if the ring test was correct ;) all running around like crazy.

Also, I'm just imagining how much Shepherd eats right now, and thinking ahead to when he and his brother are teenagers, plus their friends.  I feel like I'll be spending all my time in the kitchen and all my money at the grocery!  




I've shared this before, but this may be my favorite quote of all time thinking about little boys:

"You are worried about seeing him spend his early years in doing nothing.  
What!  Is it nothing to be happy?  Nothing to skip, play, and run around all day long?
Never in his life will he be so busy again."




Why God Made Little Boys

God made a world out of his dreams,
of magic mountains, oceans and streams,
Prairies and plains and wooded land.
Then paused and thought, "I need someone to stand,
On top of the mountains, to conquer the seas,
Explore the plains and climb the trees.
Someone to start out small and grow,
Sturdy and strong like a tree" and so
He created boys, full of spirit and fun
To explore and conquer, to romp and run
With dirty faces, and banged up chins
With courageous hearts and boyish grins.
And when He had completed the task He'd begun,
He surely said, "That's a job well done."













There is just nothing sweeter than little boys.  At church last week our pastor said something to the effect of babies are the closest we can get to heaven on earth.  I believe it.  I look at that little face and I see heaven.  I want to be closer to God because of him.  Thank Heaven for little boys!
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