The boys. Oh the joys.

The last few weeks have kind of been a blur. I just see toilets, the inside of my eyelids and on certain occasions, the boys running into my room with their latest drawing, messes on their hands or sometimes just to wake me up and say, "Hi Mom." Not going to pretend like I haven't been sleeping most of the last few weeks, either. I have been. But if sleeping in the only way to keep my lunch down, then so be it.

Upon my afternoon jaunt around the house, mostly to make an assessment of the messes that have occurred during my slumber, I tend to find the same messes, in the same places, almost as if the boys set the same scene everyday.

Our typical scenario.

1. The rug upon which our great room sofa is positioned perfectly in front of the t.v., there are bags of cereal, partially spilled and ground into the threads of the rug. Approximately 4 sippy cups, half full of various liquids leaking out of them. Blankets, action figures and socks are thrown about. If they've really had fun- wrappers of fruit by the foot and granola bars are sporadically tossed about the room too.

2. Kids bathroom is covered in blue sparkly tooth paste and the dental floss is pulled out wrapped around a member of the Toy Story bunch, hanging from the bathroom cabinet. Little boy pee is usually spotted around the brim of the toilet- courtesy of Carter. LOTS of toilet paper has been unraveled and piled into the trash can, which as I've been told is a slide for the dental floss encased Buzz Lightyear.

3. Carter's bedroom is predictable. The comforter is pulled off and the sheets are on their way off as well. They've obviously been bouncing on the bed. Upon further investigation I find saltine cracker crumbs on his pillow and stuffed animals...and not only were they munching as they bounced, but the swift action of the humidifier fan has served as a propelling agent in their quest to launch cracker crumbs all over the room. Yup. cracker crumbs in the humidifier. I again, assume Carter was the mastermind behind that one.

4. Dawson's room is also nothing short of a shock. Millions of McDonald's toys have been catapulted from one side of the room to the other, taking along puzzle pieces, broken crayon bits and makeshift paper airplanes along with them. The blindes are pulled halfway up the window and green army men are holding the left behind Princess toy, hostage along the window seal. Books have been opened and left on floor. 4-5 outfit changes are slewn across the bed and his beloved stuffed animals are huddled in the corner, waiting for the green army men to give up the princess.

5. The basement has been turned upside down. Thats the best description I can give. Indiana Jones 2 is being played on the Play Station and both boys are glued to the screen. The puppy has chewed up toilet paper at their feet and more wrappers from their findings in the pantry also lie crumpled on the floor.

This is just a few hours of fun at our house. I sincerely hope the morning sickness subsides and I can get back to my preventative mess- making parenting. Jason is awesome when he gets home, however. He whips the boys into shape and the house is back to normal in a matter of minutes. How LUCKY AND BLESSED I am to have him.


My plea:
The next few months...please come soon...and leave your puke, fatigue and messy rooms behind!

We did it again..haha!

We are indeed expecting again. 9 weeks today. And feeling like _________.
(I will allow you to fill in the blank. Think 4 letter word...sorry, but its the truth.)

Due September 26th. Only 4 days before the 2012 Miss Utah's Outstanding Teen Pageant. No big deal right???? Our timing might not be great- but it's awesome to be on our way to another baby, again. We've laughed and questioned "how did this happen?!" Only because it took a mere 18 months to get pregnant with the miscarriage...and then- BAM! First time, this time...things worked much more efficiently! I must admit I was in a state of shock for a couple of days. But the shock wore off, just in time for me to start puking my guts out.
 I had this thought come to mind "How do I know its not the flu??" Then I quickly answered my own question "because if it were the flu, I'd be getting better!" I don't want to complain or pretend like I'm the only girl that's ever suffered through morning sickness (say hello to my own mom, she almost died while pregnant with me...(slight exaggeration, there) BUT it is definitely NOT ENJOYABLE.

I fear to say its worse this time around that with all 3 boys. Girl or not....this kid is giving me a serious run for my money. I really am thankful to have the miracle of life, well inside of me...but boy...its tough sometimes.

Hopefully my days become less full of vomit and persistent napping and filled with grocery shopping and normalcy again.