Friday, June 24, 2011

I'm Alive!!!!

I don't even know why I am on here. It has been so long since I have written that it is quite arrogant of me to believe that anyone would still check or even care what it going on. Jake's mom and sisters give me hope though because they will mention every so often that they notice I haven't blogged in a while. So with my arrogance flying high in the wind, I get on here again.

Life has been interesting. With my third baby well on his way, I find myself almost oblivious to how time is flying. In my mind I know that I am six months pregnant but Jake and I continue to act like we have another year to prepare and sit idly by as the clock ticks closer and closer to my water bursting. Everyone asks what name we have picked out and each time I can't help but laugh out loud. Not that it is a funny question but the fact that Jake and I don't even have a single name that we kind of agree on is a problem. This poor little boy is going to go home as "baby hancock" while Jake and I battle it out on a half decent name. Mason continues to sleep soundly in the crib that will be the baby's. Once again, we ignore the fact that we need to get him a new bed so there will be a place for the baby. It is also somewhat embarrassing that Mason is old enough to be potty trained but we have not moved him into a big boy bed. He can harass me about that when he is a teenager. Maybe some psychologist will tie some security issues he has as an adult to the fact that his parents didn't let him progress. I digress....

One thing that has undoubtedly stayed the same is the fact that Mason is still terrorizing me, tylie, my house, and anything else I own. Just a few days ago Tylie came bounding up the stairs screaming at the top of her lungs. Since I could not decipher what she was saying between gasps of air and rants, I hurried down the stairs. I have experienced these types of moments before and knew Mason was up to something. As I turned to corner in my kitchen, there was Mason standing on my kitchen table. "Mom, I naughty", he tells me with a grin on his face. He had pulled my dining room light out of the ceiling and it was hanging dangerously close to my table by only the wires. Tylie rehearsed the whole story and apparently Mason thought he could hang by the light and it didn't quite work out the way he thought it would. Thank goodness Jake is handy and can fix these sort of disasters that Mason loves to create. He also cracked his head open at my grandma's several weeks ago as he was bounding through her living room. He decided to play chicken with his head and a door frame and the door frame won hands down. As I watched blood poor out of my child's head, I questioned Heavenly Father about sending me another boy. He has much more faith in my than I do in myself because I almost broke down and cried. Jake insisted that it is not that big of a deal and that he will think it is cool to have a scar streaking down his forehead. Like it is some sort of badge of honor. All it does for me, each time I look at that scar, it remind me that I have a lot of growing to do in order to be able to handle this. I pray each night that this baby boy will be mild, but not too mild because he is going to need some spunk to ward off his older brother.

Things are going to change dramatically for me in this next year. Tylie will be off to kindergarten. My mild little leader will be absent from our home five days a week and Mason will be left at the helm to lead. I shiver at the thought. Breathe, Andrea, breathe.

3 comments:

Tanya and Steve said...

I love reading your blog, little Mason terrorizing and sweet Tylie growing way to fast. We are way excited for your new little addition. It will be so much fun!

Erica said...

I love your blog, too! Your stories are so funny, even though I know (from experience!!) that living through them is NOT. Baby Hancock will be able to hold his own. Livvy has 2 older brothers and you'd think that she'd be a push-over, but she's so opposite. :o)

Grant and Candice said...

So glad your back, I was wondering where you were. I can't believe how fast the time is flying by. That baby will be here before we know it. And Macie is also still in a crib and she turned 3 yesterday so no worries.