{ happy birthday Evan...a day late }

{ Happy Birthday Little Buddy! }

Yesterday, my baby turned 6.  I can't believe he's that old already.  He is no longer a preschooler, he's a kid now with a huge personality and monster feet.

We spent the day totally focused on Evan.  Kind of like a last hurrah as a only child.  We went to go see "Brave", to build-a-bear, gamestop/target for games for his new Nintendo DS Light, and we ended the night with pizza, bowling, and arcade games at Brunswick Zone with various family members.

Overall I think it was a good birthday for Evan.  His best one yet....well...at least I think so.

{ 26 weeks....and 3 days }

{ 26 weeks and 3 days pregnant :: 6.21.12 }

This week I had another prenatal checkup appointment, and had my glucose test for gestational diabetes.  I'm not to worried about failing, since I didn't have it with my first pregnancy.  The drink was okay...I would have much rather had the orange pop kind that I had when I was pregnant with Evan instead of watered down fruit punch I drank this time.  Otherwise, Alex hid from the doctor while she was trying to find his heartbeat...which she eventually found and I wasn't all too worried since he was kicking me the whole time she was looking for it, and my belly is measuring on target if not a little big.

Alex is super active.  I get punches and kicks all through the day, and according to Mike, all night long too.  At least if he's having a party at night, I can sleep through it.  This past week it's getting harder to bend over and pick up after the tornado that is Evan.   So I've been relying heavily on his chore chart and allowance to bribe teach him to pick up after himself.

Next week is going to be a long week.  Evan is turning 6 on Monday and on Thursday we go back to MFM to check on Alex's kidney.  I'm crossing my fingers that this will be our last appointment with MFM.  But I guess we'll see.  Either case, I'm looking forward to getting another sneak peek at Alex.  I'm just hoping that he'll be willing to play along to get the pictures that they need.

{ Happy Father's Day }

Happy Father's Day Mike!

I'm so thankful for all you do for both Evan and I (and soon Alex).

I love watching you two boys run around and play.  Evan absolutely adores you and wants to be like you and every single way.

I love you.

Thank you for being the absolute best father for our children.

{ summertime snapshots }

I'm linking up with Kacia and her blog for Summer Fridays.  

Here's how our summer has looked so far....

{ watermelon picnic at the park :: can cross that off our summer bucket list }

{ since we plan to be outside as much as possible we bought Evan a swim shirt or rash guard }

{ the hubby watching out for Evan while he plays }

{ summer sky :: love it! }

{ Evan running around at Kelley Park }

{ waiting for the buckets to spill their water! }

{ insta-friday }

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1. Hello 25 week belly...only 14 more weeks to go

2. Asparagus from the Farmer's Market...oven roasted...yum!

3 & 4.  Super impressed with Evan writing out the words "dog" and "eggs"  but that's just me.

5.  Lunch at Costco...I love Costco

6.  Evan beating the pants off of us at "Trouble"

7.  Homework time!

8.  CAPTAIN AMERICA!!

9.  Band of Brothers...Mike got me hooked on this and the Pacific

10.  We have a name for baby!  I'm so freakin' excited we finally decided on a name.

11.  Bagel bites...never send a hungry pregnant woman to the store for to pick up stuff for lunch.

12.  Pixar stamps...super cute!

13.  Opps!  We forgot to get a "kid-friendly" movie this week for Evan...oh well.

14.  Baby clothes from Costco...I bought like 10 outfit sets.

{ manic-depressive game nights }

{ Evan beating the pants off of us playing "Trouble" }

I love board games...I have loved it even more now that Evan's at an age where we can play some old family favorites.  We have a lot of them (most...yes...are the preschooler/jr editions for now).  However, I've noticed the past two nights that we have played ("Trouble" the night before and we went out and bought "Sorry" today) Evan's fits during the game would make someone wonder what the heck is up with his attitude, because he will go from hysterical laughing to crying because he didn't get the number/card he wanted.

Now, I've been trying to teach him good sportsmanship.  Heck he beats the pants off of us 75% of the time and that's with us trying to beat him.  But he pouts for hours after playing if he didn't win 100% of the time.  I try to remind him that everyone has the same chance to win when we play and sometimes it works out in your favor and other times it doesn't.  I also know that this is very well an age thing.  I'm hoping that as we continue to play and teach him how to behave that he'll eventually catch on.  However...there are members of the family that tend to egg this "manic-depressive" behavior on. ::cough:: Mike ::cough::  So maybe I need to sit down with both of them.

Regardless, I love that we have this family time.  It's a fun way to wind down our night before snack, bath, and bedtime.  And I really do hope that as one of Evan's favorite memories is us all on the floor playing games.  (and Alex's too once he's here and old enough)  But I'm hoping that we can turn the poor attitude after games around, but I'll totally keep the hysterical laughing.

{ thoughts on having two boys }

In 14 weeks (give or take), I will have two boys in my home.  I have been out of the baby game for oh...umm...5 years (Evan will be 6 in two weeks) so I'm a little scared how I'm going to manage.  I'm sure in the end, most of it will come back.  It's not that I haven't been around babies (I have 2 nephews and 2 nieces born after Evan), but it's not the same when you can hand them back to their respective parents after oooing and ahhing over them.

I am hoping that Alex will be easier.  Evan wasn't a difficult baby, he just hated sleep.  And eating.  Still does most days.  Seriously, it wasn't until last year that he finally slept through the entire night without waking up at least once or putting up the battle of the year each and every night when it was time for bed.  Dinner time was a battle because he just wouldn't eat.  Evan will try anything you put in front him, but he would take a couple bites and then swear that he was so full he'll puke.  (he never has)  Most nights now he won't clear his plate, but he'll at least eat more than half of what is placed in front of him.

Even if Alex is another poor sleeper and thinks eating is for the birds, at least I've been there, done that.  But I can hope thought, right?  I do fully expect Alex to come into this world full of piss and vinegar, just like his brother and his dad.  Carver men are not quiet.  They are full of attitude from birth.  With Evan already turning into his dad, I know that I will only get a few short years before I will be chasing two "Micheal Jr's" around.

Although I know that I'm in for a huge adventure with two little bodies in our home, I am excited.