On the Verge...

I got a little talking to from my father the other day who was very sad that I had not been updating my blog more. By talking to I mean: "So you haven't been updating the blog much lately..." I am as sorry now as I was those few days ago, Dad, but here I am, trying to redeem myself. After hearing my explanation, I hope you will all forgive me as well. For about 6 weeks now I haven't been feeling very good... :) A smiley face after a statement about constant nausea can only mean one thing, my friends... (I sat here trying to think of another reason why constant nausea would lead to a smiley face just so I could do a sneaky joke maneuver right here, but I really couldn't think of one). That's right, we are having another baby! We wanted to wait until the 12 week sonogram to make sure everything was going ok before telling everyone. So here we are, post sonogram, telling everyone . Quinn and I are both really excited. It's different to have a pregnancy t

My child has now proven that he understands at least some of the things that I say. Here is the physical evidence. There are great implications to this. For one, I am sure that he understands the words "no" and "don't". There is evidence for this as well in that most of the time I say it, he obeys. We've gotten him to pretty much completely stay away from his former favorite inappropriate toy: our shoes. So now, when I tell him no and he looks at me and does it anyway... 4 or 5 times, I feel that discipline is completely justified. Right now, discipline looks like putting him in his pack n play with no toys for about 5 minutes. I'm not sure how effective this really is, but there is not much else he would respond to at this time in his young little life. Our biggest struggle right now is staying on his bottom in his high chair and in shopping carts. He almost always gets me to take him out of the shopping cart and carry him because he refuses to