all or nothing

is as far as my blogging sentiments go tonight and I'm going to go with all ... for now.

We took the kids to the 20 week ultrasound on Monday because we hate everyone in my OB's office and wanted to ensure that at least a sliver of their afternoon was all misery and company loving. No, not the case at all because I love everyone in that office and the kids weren't as wall bouncy as they could've been considering that it was smack in the middle of sacred nap time.

the only thing to do in a non pediatric waiting room is blow your nose, throw away the soiled tissue, sit back down, and repeat. And so they did. 45 times in 4 minutes.

Sebastian dropped a computer mouse (not the be confused with the animal - which is why I included "computer") in the ultrasound room and said, "dammit!" and when Julia wasn't stroking my hand and asking me if I was okay (was fine 23 seconds ago, and am still fine - you sweet little projecting hypochondriac) she was telling the ultrasound tech (that scanned both boys! kind of fun) over and over and over exactly what she needed to do in the bathroom and that it was urgent and it had nothing to do with urine. It could've been worse. I think.

The baby is looking good. Definitely has a ladylike profile (right) and is growing like a weed. The awesome sonographer flipped on the 3D setting and it was neat to see ... a little creepy but ... neat.

Here is a fraction of the pictures we were given ...

stingy sonographer.

And I think I exceeded the acceptable word count limit for typing about ultrasounds - in the first half of the first sentence. We're all finished.

All of the cups in this house have a plastic toy ball or a tennis ball stuffed inside of them and I can't get any of them out. Sebastian is a man of few words but he is a man with a serious mission, "frustrate my parents at all times, even when I am sleeping." And he does. He so does.

And this is one of those weeks that will just be so wonderful when it's all over. My eyes are crispy from the gross lack of sleep (so I'm kind of loving that Julia's favorite game is slumber party where closed eyes are a serious requirement - I'm kind of not loving that she reprimands any eye opening by telling, "Chunky Bear" to get back to sleep ... we should probably rethink Theodore nicknames around here) and the kids schedules are jacked to the maximum and surprise!! I just don't handle the night floating well. C'est la most pathetic vie, Grace. I know.

the kids begged and begged and begged and begged to eat a candy cane and when they finally bit off the plastic and had a little taste? hated them and needed water e-mediately. My sympathies, smarties.

One of the perks of visiting Simon so much during these types of rotations is that Theo now consistently Pavlovs it the second we pull into the hospital parking lot and starts doing lots of limb shaking and fat smiling and looking for Simon. It's cute. And I think you'd think so too - even though you're not his former womb-home like this doter is. But I could be wrong.

bonafide crawler, finally. Maybe he'll be walking by the time the baby comes but let's not prematurely count our crazy chickens.

Ah and to top off this truly wild treat of a post let me tell you that after weeks of tireless Craigslist scouring we finally found a bed for Julia on Craigslist. Then we got it home and wondered why our house smelled like carcass. And then we realized that the former owner had clearly used the bed as a litter box for her cats. As Sebastian says in between every bite of every kind of food he consumes, "deeeee-wish-us." I'll keep you posted on further developments but please know that I am restraining myself from tossing the whole enchilada back in the cat lady's yard but I'm far too mature and lazy for that.

Okay. That'll do for now.