I am just not good at blogging. I want to be too...that is the sad part.

My mom was here for ten days while we decorated WM's new "big boy" room. Of course we only accomplished about a third of the things we thought we would, but his room did turn out really nicely. We painted one wall tan, one wall dark green (leaf) and two walls light green (asparagus). The room has a safari theme. He loves it.

We did find out we are having a baby girl, EM. Her colors are hot pink and orange, but I am not really changing much about the nursery. That was all along the plan, to only change a few accessories. Of course we are really excited about having a girl, but I have to admit, I am more nervous about being the mom to a girl. I have been having a stream of anxiety dreams about the baby. This pregnancy has been SO different. I was sick, I lost 9 lbs. in the a month, I was grouchy, and I have been ramped up to a level 18 for months. I would attribute most of those things to being pregnant with a girl vs. a boy. This baby is much stronger with her kicking than WM was. And I am not measuring as big at 24 weeks. I think at this point with WM I was still 3-4 weeks ahead. Maybe she will be a little peanut baby. I am really interested to know what future pregnancies will be like.

WM is spending on average 2 times a day in time-out. He is getting more sneaky quiet all the time. Most of the time I find it entertaining to see what he thinks he is getting away with, but sometimes he gets himself in big trouble. He is talking a little bit. He knows any animal noise you can think of and loves trucks, cowboys, outside, doggies, and books. Often if he has disappeared in the house, he is sitting in front of a bookcase reading books. He is understanding more and more and can follow basic instructions. He still sleeps and eats like a champ. He is even starting to pick up his toys from time to time. There are moments when I am not sure he will live to be two and I have to admit that a lot of the time the time-outs are for me to curb my over-reactions. I definitely have less patience than I would like to have. He is a really good kid, and I get disappointed in myself for not appreciating that enough. Motherhood truly is a guilt filled job.