Thank god for direct flights

I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon for a girls trip with my mom and sister to visit my oldest sister in Boston! It started out just an idea that Isaac and I could make the trip because I wanted to get out and do something and then it turned into just the four of us! It'll be fun because it will be the first time it's only been the women of the family.
With that said, Nick will endure and hopefully enjoy 4 days with Isaac! We get back Easter and hopefully the weather will hold out for an easter egg hunt!
Thank god we have a direct flight because I'm feeling bigger and bigger everyday! It's harder to sit down after I eat and I get full faster--which isn't a bad thing!
I will post pictures when I get back.

Dora hit me!

Isaac went to bed pretty well last night because he had his 2 blankets, monkey, and a little plastic Little People toy doll--that he thinks is Dora.
But around 8:10 we hear him yelling, "mama, daddy Dora hit me!" I about died! He said it again, so we figured it was pretty serious. So, Nick went in there and told Dora not to hit and be nice and Isaac said thank you in return.
It was so cute!

Uggs for Isaac

Isaac loves the Uggs. I think he's worn them more than I have!

Let's compare

I know they say you shouldn't compare your children but let's compare.
The first picture is when I was 24 weeks with Isaac. Below I'm 23/24 weeks with baby Buck #2. With Isaac running to be in the picture to the left.

Do I look the same? Or carry the same? We aren't finding out the sex, so it'll be interesting to see as I progress if I'm carrying the same as I did with Isaac--being a boy.

But boy--do I ever feel pregnant lately!! Totally popped and feel like my stomach can't stretch anymore. But baby Buck is active as ever. We had a check up today and still measuring a week ahead (I know it doesn't mean much) and the doc has to constantly move the monitor around to find the heartbeat because this stinker doesn't sit still.

Bath time for blanket

Now that Isaac is in a toddler bed, he wakes up every morning and comes into our bedroom to wake me up. (Something I'm working at because it's usually around 6 or 6:30am!) But usually comes in with his blanket and one fafa (pacifier) in his mouth. He has two fafa's but usually loses it during the night. Those two things are definitely his security or as some call it "lovey." I just like to say he has a blanket (can't find a pix of the blanket, but you can see it in the blog entry below where he's covering up our dog). A friend from grad school, Jen--who blogs here--sent it when he was born. I swear I'm getting to a story here...
The other day we were down in the basement, Isaac was playing and I was doing laundry. Isaac decided to help me sort clothes and I asked if wanted to wash his blanket. Willingly he said yes and threw it in the washer. It wasn't until I closed the washer and didn't give it back that he broke out in tears. So in order to calm my crying child, I told him his blanket was getting a bath and he likes to take a bath, so we needed to leave him in there. That somewhat helped, enough he moved back to playing.
It's amazing the things we as parents come up with ease, encourage our children to eag veggies, etc. The other day I told Isaac that he needed to eat his peas and corn because they would make him jump really high! And he wanted to be the highest jumper at daycare, right?! Is that bad?! I guess until he realizes or someone tells him he is a short--for now and barely gets off the ground. But hey--he ate up his peas and corn!

Reassurance

Story from the weekend:

Maren: "Here Iaac (Isaac) let me cut your hair."
Isaac: "Nooo!"
Maren proceeds to cut her own hair.
Maren: "It's not that bad"

Thank goodness they were pretend scissors.