a Jake-ism

It's been a while since I posted anything about the boys.  So here is a Jake-ism to keep you entertained.

Jake crawled into our bed at 6am today.  He typically crawls into bed at 11pm and that typically forces me to retreat to the boys bedroom to get some sleep.  But this morning I got to enjoy some cuddles with my little boy.  A rare moment for me.  Here is the conversation that followed ... at 6am ... and in March ...

Jake: "Why did Santa only eat a bite of my cookie?"
Me: "Santa visits a lot of houses on Christmas Eve.  He can't eat all the cookies.   He'd get a stomach ache."
Jake: "He didn't drink my milk."
Me: "He drank some of it."
Jake: "He should drink it all."
Me: "But then Santa would have to go to the bathroom.  Where would he go to the bathroom?"
Jake: "At a gas station.  He would stop at a gas station."

My boy.

Mary

I will never...

I will never get tired of watching Jakob and Alex love on their baby brother by giving my belly hugs and kisses every night before bed.

I will never get tired of feeling baby boy kick me over and over again.  I even get excited when he kicks my bladder and makes me wet my pants!

I will never get tired of watching Kara’s reaction every time she feels her son give a swift kick to my belly.

I will never get tired of baby boy getting all excited an moving around whenever Kara and I get into a “passionate” conversation (even if it usually revolves around politics).

I will never get tired of watching my belly grow bigger each and every day.

I will never get tired of hearing baby boy’s beating heart on the fetal doppler every week.  I especially love it that baby boy is always moving around and the nurse has to constantly chase him around my belly to measure the heart rate.

I will never get tired of watching my calendar turn to Thursday each week and monumentally marking the day as another week closer to baby boy being born on time and healthy.

I will never grow tired of any u/s appointments we have that give us a chance to see baby boy.

I will never grow tired of the opportunity to reach down and rub my every growing belly.

I will never grow tired of the songs I sing to baby boy or the conversations I have with baby boy as I drive to work each day.

I will never grow tired of guzzling my chocolate milk in the car each morning just so I can feel baby boy move around.

I will never grow tired of imagining the day when baby boy enters the world, on time and healthy, and our family becomes complete.

Mary