Happy Birthday Preston!

Happy 2nd Birthday Preston!!

Remember this?

Preston's 1st birthday

Preston June 2010 (his bday is June 13th)

You are such a sweet boy whom we love very much, and are so glad you are a part of our family. Happy 2nd Birthday Preston! We love you!

The Beach

A day at the Beach on Camano Island...

Playing in the sand with Dad and Grandma

Heading out to throw sticks in the water...

Good thing Will decided to shorten his pants...

Doh!

While trying to get one foot out, the other one goes in.

Preston is very concerned about all of this. lol.

The Yellow Car

This is the story of the yellow car.

Or, as Preston calls it the "wewow car".

This past Saturday, our ward had a fundraiser for the Boy Scouts. People donated items to be sold at a garage sale, and all the proceeds went to support the boy scout camp this year.

They do this every year, and I wanted to be sure get there bright and early because I had heard in previous years they had a lot of baby items for sale. We were in need of a few items of furniture for Baby #2, namely a bigger dresser, and another crib.

When Preston and I arrived at 8:30 a.m., I noticed a nice selection of bikes and strollers and a few toys. Such, as the huge yellow car you see in these photos. Preston, of course, noticed the car right away and went over and started touching it, climbing in it, pretending to drive, etc.

It was a great babysitter while I combed the rest of the garage sale. I found the perfect dresser I was in need of, as well as a few other smaller items. No crib though, but that's okay.

I kept checking on Preston, to make sure he was doing okay. He never left that car. He would get out and push it around, then go sit in it, then get out again and push it.

The car had a price tag of only $25 on it, and everyone kept asking me if I was going to buy it for him. I had called Will twice already asking him if he thought it would be okay to get it for Preston, and the answer was continually no. For one thing, Will thinks Preston needs to learn that he can't always have everything he sees. We've had some issues with him seeing things in stores and wanting them and then having a huge fit when we don't buy it for him.

The other reason was simply that we didn't have the money budgeted. I know $25 doesn't seem like a lot of money, but our "baby/kid" budget is already stretched so thin as it is with this new little one coming (hence the reason we are looking at garage sales for items we need, instead of buying new).

So after an hour at the garage sale, I finally had to do the horrible task of prying Preston away from the car and hauling him to his carseat.

It was quite the scene. An embarrassing one too.

There was a grandmother standing there telling me I needed to buy this car for him, or she would and then have it delivered. I kept trying to tell her thank you, but no. Several ward members kept saying "Awe you have to buy it for him!"

So as my child screamed "Car!? Car!?" I hauled him to his carseat while everyone watched, and I felt like Mother-of-the-Year. Then we drove away.

A few minutes down the road, as I listened to Preston's sobs and him telling me "This way! This way" as he pointed back to the church parking lot, I felt terrible. I kept thinking, it's only $25. His birthday is on Sunday, I should just get it for him.

So I turned the car around and started driving back to the church. I called Will and told him that I would just buy the car out of my own spending money budget (which wasn't much as it was). Will said he would split it with me. And that was that.

So I pulled back into the church parking lot and right as I pulled into a parking spot, I saw another man eyeing the yellow car with his son.

Oh no.

I kind of watched them for a minute (as Preston was watching as well and crying "Car? Car?" in the backseat). A couple of the ward members walked up to me and I asked them if that guy had already boughten the car. They said "He's going to." Ah! Seriously? My son just spent the last hour playing with it, and I leave for 2 minutes and someone else buys it?

I actually wanted to cry. For one thing, I felt stupid for not just buying it earlier, and secondly I just felt dumb and upset.

I walked up to the guy, who spoke Spanish (and I hoped he could speak a little English) and I asked "Are you going to buy?" and he said "Yes." And I said "Ah" and stood there for a few minutes and he messed around with the car to see if the battery worked or not.

One of the guys from our ward came up to me and said "You know what, I'm just going to tell him that you were already going to buy it." I felt terrible of course, but that is exactly what happened next. He went up to the guy, told him someone else was already planning to buy it, and it was done.

The yellow car was our's.

Of course, the other guy was quite upset about it and so they promised to let him have some free items from the garage sale.

Another ward member loaded the yellow car into the back of his truck and followed us home. And of course, Preston saw someone else take the car and thought he was once again not getting it and cried a very sad cry all the way home.

As we pulled into our driveway, so did the truck with the yellow car.

I got Preston out of his carseat, blotchy red face, tears, and all. He saw the yellow car and instantly stopped crying, stopped, and said "Zoom!"

He spent the next hour outside in the blazing sun playing with the yellow car and being as happy as can be. I pushed him around in it as much as I could for being almost 8 months pregnant, and then we finally went upstairs to get some lunch.

Later we found after charging the battery that it doesn't work (we think it needs a new battery), and so right now it's acutally sitting in Preston's room. Which, I might add, takes up a HUGE corner of his room. But last night before going to bed he waved at the yellow car and said "Night night car."

I'm not advocating spoiling your child.

And as it is, this car is way too big for Preston. He can't even reach the pedals.

But you should see him smile.

Happy 2nd birthday kiddo.

I Miss...

I'm in my 29th week of pregnancy, and the 3rd trimester has hit me. Like a ton of bricks. 11 more weeks to go until my due date and it couldn't possibly get here fast enough.

My belly has gotten huge lately. To give you an idea, between my last 2 doctor appointments I have gained 10 pounds. And comparing photos of my stomach 3 weeks ago to today, it's like night and day.

As you can see below, the last photo at 25 weeks...

And then here I am at 27 weeks'ish...

You can see a big difference from my 25 week photo to my 27 week photo. And then even more growth at my 28 week photo below.

You can see I am bigger this time than I was with Preston.

Baby has had a growth spurt.

Mommy is uncomfortable.

I have been missing some things in my life lately. Like:

- Being able to work out. Like a GOOD work out.

- Bending over without a belly in the way

- Feel comfortable sitting for 3 hours in church

- Reach my toes and put on shoes that have buckles or laces

- Sleeping through the night without having to pee once every 2 hours

- Sleeping through the night without hip pain

- Being able to turn over in bed and not feel like it's a 5 minute procedure (with lots of grunting and moaning involved).

- Not be so tired that I have to take a nap almost daily

- Chocolate Chip Cookie dough. Yeah. I miss that.

- Feeling good about myself, because heaven knows I feel like a fat cow right now and can't do anything about it.

- Having a desire to be active and involved. Right now I don't have that. I just want to sit or lay down.

- I'm super bummed that I won't get to do much this summer when we have really nice weather. But at least my due date is mid-August and there will be a smidgen of summer left for me.

- I miss having control over my body and just feeling good in general.

I complain. But I do know this is for a really cause in the end. :) And I also know, from previous experience, that these feelings do fade in time and are forgotten and what is left is a beautiful child that I love. Now we shall have TWO. That is just crazy. Yikes.

Our Profane Little Kid

Our almost-2 year old, Preston, bless his heart, is such a good little talker. A complete chatterbox.

He is in love with vehicles. It doesn't matter if it is a car, truck, bus, train, or boat. He loves them all.

The problem is, he hasn't quite figured out how to say firetruck correctly yet. And as hard as we have tried to correct him, it still comes out wrong.

Embarrasingly wrong.

While we have to try to not laugh every time he says the word (not because it's funny, but because it's so astonishly correctly pronunciated every single time), we decided we needed to get a video of it.

I'm not sure it's something we should be proud to put on our blog, but you have been forwarned. The following video contains toddler profanity. Watch at your own risk.