Random Thoughts

Warning this is mostly for journaling purposes and is going to be random.

So since finding out that we're having a girl, which I am very excited about. I realized how overwhelming it is going to be in just buying things for her. Yes, she's not even here yet and I'm overwhelmed by her or by having a girl. I wanted to buy some cute little dress for her and then when I went to go look it was like, "how do I decide?" I want her to look cute and pretty, but what if I make her look like a dweeb? There's just too many options for girls, I've been so used to having just t-shirts and polo's for boys and now there's millions of choices. So I haven't really found much, but I did find the bedding that I want for her crib. It's at Target, it's pink and brown with flowers and other things on it and I'm going to save up for it and get it.

Our boys are totally excited about having a baby and even more excited now since it will be a girl. I've woken up a few times with Porter laying his head on my belly singing "I am a Child of God", and "Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree" for the baby. It is one of the cutest things ever. He also says that he wants to "listen" to the baby. He'll put his head on my belly and tell me she's sleeping, or blowing spit bubbles, or if she's sad or happy. Today he asked me if the baby was going to like him, when I reassured him that she would he said, "I'm going to be the best big brother."

Logan has taken on the role to tell me when the baby is growing, aka mommy's belly is getting bigger. He doesn't quietly tell me when we're alone or anything, that would be too nice. This usually happens at the store or library and he'll yell, "Mommy, your baby's growing!" He is also taking the role of being a "great helper" to heart. I think he might be turning a little OCD. He loves to help pick up and won't let Porter help. Yes that's right he won't let Porter, no matter how much Porter wants to help. Logan will tell him to go and do something else, he's very good at redirecting Porter to somewhere else. Another thing is Logan saw a commercial for St. Judes Childrens Hospital, those tear jerking ones. It traumatized him for a couple of weeks, he kept telling me, "mom kids aren't suppose to die, they just need to go to St. Judes hospital." He would tell me this a couple of times a day for the first couple of weeks. It seems to have gotten better now, but if kids are sick or anything he'll bring up St. Judes hospital.