I love weekends! Even though they are usually filled with 1,000,000 projects – the fact that I don’t have to go to work and am able to spend the entire time with my family, makes them pretty fantastic in my book. Especially considering week nights are so short-lived; by the time we finally get home, eat and give Ella a bath – we barely get any time with her.

This past weekend was a bit different. Yes, we still had a million things on the to-do list, to name a few: move the 5 yards of mulch to finish landscaping, buy and plant flowers, tape and paint the stripes in the nursery and buy & assemble Ella’s new bed and dresser. We got most of them accomplished so that’s a win, but spending time with Ella was painful to say the least. 

The title of this post could either be Terrific 3’s -OR- Terrible 3’s and unfortunately I believe we are amidst the latter option. In all honesty, it’s impressive that we made it through the weekend and we’re all still alive. Not only does she not listen, but she sasses, bosses us around and completely defies EVERY. SINGLE. THING. we say! Tantrums are a regular occurrence and she makes this whining noise that I’m almost positive makes my ears instantly bleed.

Most of the time the frustration comes solely from me because she is usually pretty well-behaved for Joe however, that has changed also. Part of me feels a bit of relief that he finally understands the struggles I go through on a daily-basis, but the other part of me just wants her to listen to someone at this point…..anyone, really!

How bad is she? Well, she REALLY wants a big girl bed and is so proud of, “Getting bigger, to become a big sister.” So – we have been bribing her that IF she is good and acts like a big girl, we will buy her the bed she has been waiting for. As you read above, today we finally caved and just bought the bed. This baby is inevitably coming and we need to get his nursery set up, which means we need the crib from her room. At this point, it seems there is no light at the end of the tunnel – so we just bought the stuff today since it was all on sale.

<---She is tiny in her new bed. If only she could be this precious while awake! Even after giving in – she was still naughty while at the store making the $500 purchase. I tell ya what! I have no idea what we are going to do when there are two children to battle with. For now I will pray that she somehow gets her act together by the time Will is here. Wish us luck, we have 81 days to go!

I know my/our life is always crazy hectic and typically I’m able to manage, but as of late it feels like there are too many balls juggling in the air…and they just might drop! Maybe it’s the second pregnancy that does that to people.

It started two weeks ago when I had to travel to Kansas City for work and it seems like it’s been spinning ever since. To make it even better, I just caught the bus to Milwaukee and I’m currently sitting in an airport waiting to catch one of six flights in two days time for even more work travel. I first fly out to Orlando for one day and then off to LA the next. I get back late Wednesday night only to begin preparing for our neighborhood garage sale. I want to skip it but I think our house may literally explode if we don’t get rid of our stuff! Joe seems to think its no big deal but he has never had a rummage and I’m pretty sure doesn’t know what goes into the process.

This past weekend we participated in The March of Dimes, March for Babies. It was a little chilly but there was a great turnout and we were able to raise $575 for a good cause. We had some great family and friends walk with us and are hoping to get a team of at least 20 people next year. Go Team Cleft Awareness!

We had a follow up 3D ultrasound last week to ensure the little man is doing well. Even though the doctor didn’t show up we were still able to conduct the scans and see him. He was/is super active and everything looked great! His lips and nose look perfect and we didn’t see any signs of a cleft palate. He currently weighs 2.5 lbs and is in the 75th percentile-all great news! Since we didn’t actually talk to the perinatologist we set up another follow up appt at 32 weeks. Even though going to the hospital is kind of a pain, any excuse to see him is fine by me. We also double checked to make sure he is actually a boy before we sell all of our girl stuff. The tech showed us his goods so lets hope they are right. If not I guess she will be naked and sleeping in a blue, orange and grey nursery, there could be worse things!