Whats worse than a...

two year old. Very simple, a three year old.
Yesterday someone took my sweet, easy going little two year old and replaced him with someone I couldn't and wouldn't recognize. On a normal day we take the twins to the bus stop and head home where he eats his breakfast. I turn on the cartoons and he enjoys his usually Barney and Curious George. I can take this time to get in a shower, clean up the kitchen and even take a nap if needed. He is good and plays toys or comes and asks me for a cuddle.
However this day he ate very little than headed into his room and was playing with "toys". I sat at the computer to check up on some emails and do a little banking. After that I sat on the couch and was getting ready to read up on this coming week of pregnancy when Daniel comes up from downstairs. He shows me his hands and tells me he's cooking. There on his shinny little fingers were some bits of egg shells. I head down to find that he has his small cup overflowing of raw eggs. I get the cloth and start to clean up the 8 or 9 eggs broken on the coffee table and dumped into the cup. He asks me where the baby birds are and we had a little talk reminding him not to go into the fridge. (I am sure that this went in one ear and out the other, he is two.) I tell him that Mommy needs to cook the eggs before he eats them and he simply states that they were yummy. So, raw eggs for breakfast is what he wanted I guess.
We head back up stairs and I start heading into my room to take a shower when I see three cleaning bottles on the floor. I head into his room where I find the remainder of the cleaning bucket emptied and clue in that it wasn't Michael's toys he was playing with. It was the toilet brush. Calmly I call my wonderful husband and kindly remind him that if he takes out the cleaning bucket, he's to put it away. (Oh, I'm not just making this sound nice...I was calm.) Now that both of little Daniel's parents are grossed out, I lock him in the bedroom with me while I take a very quick shower. I come out and he has lotion all over himself, his PJ's, my bed, my pillow. He tells me with the look of full pride on his sweet face, look Mum...legs all better. I'm not sure what was wrong in the first place but the fact the he fixed them made his day. How could I shout at that? We dressed and the two of us headed out the door. I figured we were both safer in the car than left to survive in the house.

After coming home his day continued. He hid the remote to the TV. He threw his food all over the place at supper. He drew on the walls again. He helped me with his clothes. (aka: Took out every piece of clothing from his dresser drawers.)

At this point Dad came home, Mom was saved.

The clock is ticking

Have a short work and school week has been so nice and was really welcomed by me! I am getting super excited for the end of school to come so that I can spend more time with Michael and Becca. As exciting as school is I really do miss them. Daniel has been talking up a storm lately, he's so cute. I love how he is growing up and becoming such a little boy.
I have found that I have wanted to spend more time with my three kids. I am sure that it's cause I know that once the new little man comes things will change. We have our delivery date and time. I was shocked to find out my OB had already booked this. I also had my first call from the Children's Hospital today. It's weird knowing that I am going in to talk about a little person that I have yet to officially meet. We know each other from the kicks and stretches, but I feel awkward making decisions for him already. I can't believe that I only have 13 weeks left, boy time seems to be flying by me. I may come to regret saying this when there is only two weeks to go...

An Unwanted Membership

I can't tell you how many times over the last few week I have sat down to write in my paper journal or type this post. I couldn't bring myself to do it. You see, I was given a membership into a Mommy club that no Mother wants to be in. The fees and dues to his club are high and I don't know if I can afford to make these payments.

I never thought I would be sitting in a room with a Doctor who would tell me that I was too far along in my pregnancy to terminate it, but there I was. Our little boy has a few health issues that will require monitoring over then next 15 weeks. Two of those issues will not go away. He has a severe bilateral cleft lip. This is when the lip doesn't fully grow and fuse together during the first trimester. In addition to that he has a cleft palate. This one is harder to determine the severity until he is born but we have been told what to expect. Your palate is what separates the mouth from the nasal cavity. This will cause great feeding concerns for our baby as he may not be able to swallow. The next two problems deal with his heart. He has a small hole and a valve that leaks. Both of these things are small at the present time and they will be monitored to see that they don't grow as he does.

So there it is, for the world to see. My baby already has a full blown medical chart and his arrival into this world will be welcomed by a team of doctors who will try to make his life a little better, a little easier. We will spend many hours at the hospital, clinics, and labs. Then when the doctors tell me he is strong enough, I will hand him over to them and trust that the doctors will hand him back to me.

I have wondered a lot lately, am I strong enough? This all seems like a really bad dream I am am still waiting to wake up...

How big is your backside?

Daniel has been really into trains lately. We took him to the model train show and he was so excited to see every single display. He has been playing with a small train around the house and is insist on taking it everywhere with us.
Yesterday while playing in the backyard with the older kids he would put the train on the slide and watch it go down. After awhile I had the kids come in and got them ready for bed. I was getting myself changed when Daniel comes running into my room. "Mum, train in my backside!" I could help laugh cause I was always under the impression there was a train or something of that size in my backside.
We ventured outside and rescued his train. I wonder who will rescue mine?