Nesting

Oh, wow. We have been busy around our house. I am leaving the nursery almost exactly the same for the new baby (because I really love it! Why mess up a good thing??). So, we have been trying to transition the guest room to Turner's room. Bigger task than I thought.

Turns out the guest room has been great! It was a good place to keep clean most of the time and had drawers and a big closet to throw anything we needed into over the last 5-6 years. Great until nesting kicks in and we have had to clean it all out!! This was one fun project I finished this weekend:

Last weekend and this weekend, we transferred clothes into 8 bins (and counting) to take to the attic. You see, none of these were Heath's. A few were Turner's, and I have such a wonderful array of clothes - ha!

**Sidenote - this sounds extravagant. I wish. I just haven't purged clothes. Ever.**

Spring/Summer, Fall/Winter (that I have had the luxury of rotating out in the guest room. Gone now), then my favorites - maternity spring/summer, maternity fall/winter.

The result of being pregnant for 2 years! Basically it was a sad realization that 1. I was holding on to clothes for sentimental value. Really - if I can remember wearing it to Rush my freshman year or a band party for that matter, LET IT GO! 2. I felt even older when I remembered wearing it to teach a few years ago, and "a few" was really 5-6 years! Yikes. 2. I had to make a realistic pile of things that were a few years old, and let's just say my "woman body" wasn't ever going to be able to handle again. Ugghh. Still hurts. 3. I didn't realize how much I have loved Ann Taylor Loft over the last few years. Wish they had a trade-in program, old for new. I would be getting some really cute things. Well, in a few months when I can actually buy clothes again!

Last weekend we also took 4 bags to Goodwill and Heath reshelved the closet and disassembled our guest room bed. We took it and some (many) other things to storage. It was cool that our mattress and box spring wouldn't even fit in my dad's van, so we strapped it to the top of the Jeep. And I forgot to take a picture!! Then we got to drive really slow down the mountain to the storage unit. The same old people that I am usually yelling at for going so slow on a normal, daily basis were probably yelling at us!

Why were we able to get so much done last weekend? Because this weasel was with his Aunt Kelly and Uncle Jonathan in Auburn. Praise the Lord for them!! He had a ball, and they seemed to enjoy him! I told them that it is such a blessing that they would keep him for us, but also enjoy doing it!! I did miss him, but we were only apart 48 hours. My cousin got married, so we had the rehearsal dinner and wedding, so we didn't get a ton of time to enjoy being childless (and I feel this other child with me all the time:)), but it was very nice.

Don't worry, though. We haven't been working too hard! We enjoyed our Sunday School class Easter Egg Hunt at the park. It was hilarious to watch Turner. His favorite part of the hunt was when we had first "hidden" the eggs (thrown them on the ground). Then it was easy for him to pick them up and hold on to them. We put them back to really start, and the big kids definitely dominated!

They were nice, but he would be walking for an egg, and they would swoop in and take it. It really didn't bother him, though, because he didn't know what he was doing anyway. Don't worry - he wandered up the grass to another family, not with us, and took their enormous pink egg. Stole it! The sweet dad said they had just found it at the park and he could keep it, and Turner was off. Luckily, we returned it later - we don't just steal things!! Thief!

Finally, a Gordon update. Heath says on a daily (sometimes hourly) basis, "I hate this dog." That can't be good for Gordon's self esteem! I laugh out loud sometimes when I hear him mumbling "I hate you - you stink!" (He literally stinks). Because that is out of character for Heath. But, I joined him briefly in this sentiment last Thursday.

My friend was having a party, so I had showered and put makeup on (doesn't happen every day). Turner had also bathed and dressed, and I was getting ready to put him in the car. Gordon was in the kitchen, on one side of the doggy gate. Turner was in the den, on the other side of the gate. I was throwing everything in the car for the next 5 or so hours because we were running errands before. So, I opened the garage door.

Well, the pug escaped. I ran after him (Turner still contained in the den). "Gordon. Gordon!!" Nothing. Kept going to the bathroom and scoffing at me. "Come back! NOW!" Like that works. Or ever has. He is a lot of things, but not obedient! He runs a few houses down. I follow - but I can still hear my son of many words saying "Dawh? Dawh??" from the kitchen. I figure he is okay.

Then I full out run after him down the street, sweating. "Gordon. Now. I don't have time!!" He looks back and sprints up the hill to the next street. At this point, I can't see our house anymore. I am going back and forth in my mind - stupid dog, unattended child. What to do? I keep running up the hill, because if I don't get him now, I KNOW Heath will see this as a sign from God and he will be gone forever.

I am sprinting (or trying as much as a 33 week pregnant person can) up the hill. I pray that God will send another human for Gordon to see. I can trap him if he sees 2 humans. Even if it is Turner and me. He is dumb like that - but runs free until that second person comes.

Well, a lady is walking her beagle down the hill. Yay!! Well, until she turns and RUNS the other way back up the hill. What?? Gordon is running after them, and gracefully I am running behind. Why did I try to shower??? What was the point? Anyway, I get a few feet from the lady. She is on her phone, and I am still yelling, pleading with Gordon. She looks up and says "Will he hurt?" Have you seen him? Will he hurt? Really??

Picture of the ferocious beast from this morning - not necessarily a looker, but not dangerous!

"No, ma'am. He is harmless, just dumb!" She goes back to her phone conversation as I am trying to contain him. I finally look at her and ask for help and she says "I didn't realize he wasn't on a leash."No words. Why would I be in normal/trying to be dressed up a little clothes chasing this monster up a hill. For fun? "I am not walking him, ma'am. He just escaped from the kitchen. I wouldn't bother you to help me except I have a 1-year old in the house unattended, so I am a little panicked." Blank stare. I try again. "Can you just stand here and I will let him think you are cornering him." She says, "What is his key word?" WHAT?? I tell her, he doesn't have a key word or trigger to behave. He is just BAD!! So she offers him a treat. I take the treat and chase him in a driveway. Finally, he is cornered on someone's front porch. I scoop him up, and he goes for the treat, as if to be rewarded for his behavior. Whatever. I take it back to my helpful?? neighbor. Then, I trek through 2 backyards, sweating to the house. I throw him in the kitchen, where Turner is still standing saying "Uh oh. Dawh! Uh oh." The boy makes me smile, the pug might just be up for grabs!!

Snaggle

What's up? Just been driving around, looking like a man in my big boy clothes!

Last night Turner was running around in the bathroom and busted on the tile floor. Smack. I was calling my sister and hung up abruptly, and she definitely heard the blood curdling, hysterical screams!

When we scooped him up, there was so much blood! Heath saw it - he was in there with him and I was in the bedroom. He would not calm down, and I finally just had to start pouring water basically on his whole face to get the blood away. Then, when we brought the Motrin over, he started to calm down at the sight of it. Is that weird? The sight of Motrin calms him. He couldn't wait to take it! Then he started breathing enough to take his beloved medicine, and then sucked on a piece of ice. I thought his teeth were gone, but I still saw them. We found a piece of Oreo pie in the freezer and he ate the whole thing. That's when I knew there wasn't permanent damage.

Pie face - talking on the "phone"

Then today I was bathing Prince Charming (who by the way jumped back in the empty-of-water bathtub TWICE after I took him out!), and felt sick to my stomach. His tooth was chipped! Really both teeth! :( This is the best picture I could get.

I called Heath, then called him back to tell him it was both teeth. Then I called the dentist's office. They told me they probably couldn't do anything, but I explained that he looked like a redneck and I just needed them to check it out for me. They laughed (I was truly freaking out), and said he could come in this afternoon. Here he is at his first visit at the dentist with Dr. Chuck and Dr. J.R. Dr. Chuck has known our family since my mom was in college, and he has always been my dentist. In fact, I broke my front tooth in high school (too bad there is no picture of that), and he fixed it for me. I was much more hysterical then. What can I say? I am a tooth person.

Dr. Chuck, Daddy, Turner and Dr. J.R.

Dr. J.R. was at Auburn with us, and he was actually Heath's camper at Camp War Eagle. Both dentists were very sweet, and very patient with me. They told me that the biggest problem was momma (me) worrying about how he would look in pictures, etc. and Chuck said if he tried to saw it down, it would be extremely traumatizing. He doesn't think it will turn gray, because he doesn't think it hit the nerve. But, he said his tooth will grow with him and that he will wear it down over time. He opted not to gas him and pull out a drill. Instead, they were very nice to Turner, gave him toys and a toothbrush and overall tried to pump him up about the dentist in general. It was very nice. Even if I was tearing up as he said "He will lose them by the time he's about 6." I said "In 5 YEARS!!" Remember, he has only had teeth since 13 months. 2 months, people!! Luckily, Chuck knows me and hugged me and I got some perspective. I have a happy, crazy, healthy little boy - he just might look a little red! :)

Playing ball with MeMe

Otherwise, we have been trying out playing outside more with the hint of some springtime weather. We went to visit the Henderson family in Atlanta this weekend, and MeMe and Pap played with him outside for hours at a time. He ran and ran (and fell and fell). His feet were so dirty, but he had a ball. Especially when Sophie the "daw" played with him. He loves her, and she is a much sweeter dog than a certain pug I know.

We even got some practice with a new(er) baby with cousin Ellie. Turner doesn't really know about the baby coming soon - I guess since I have been in denial, I pass that along to him. Speaking of the new baby, here are some pictures of his 4-D ultrasound. Side note - we are not being super secretive with his name (that makes me crazy when people do that). We are almost 100% sure it is going to be John Burke Henderson - Burke was Heath's great-grandmother (Little Mama)'s maiden name. It will be a double name. I knew a Burke once, and he was very nice but very burly and I am having a mental block holding something my newborn with that mental picture. Weird, I know. I said this with Turner, naming a human is hard.

Mouth open!

This guy loves his hands by his mouth.

Nuzzling the uterine wall. Gross. This one reminds me of this picture of Turner at about 3 weeks (before he looked like himself).

Maybe it is just me.

The 4-D is cool, but creepy. Heath's comment was "We just wasted time and money to look at pictures of Turner." Kind of right, but it was a good peace of mind to see the new little turkey. We had to go twice - the first time he kept burying his head. The second time Turner went with us, and the nurse thought the baby and Turner looked alike. I kept talking to the screen (because that is where the baby was), and saying things like "Come on, monkey, turn your head." It made me think Turner is going to have a hard time when I am talking like a mom to someone besides him. Oh, bless him. Gotta go - currently he is trying to drink a Dr. Pepper can from out of the trash can and setting off my panic button on my keychain. Awesome.

Here's hoping Brother's tooth doesn't turn gray...