pregnant boy and other short stories

I am sure you have all heard about the man in Oregon who is pregnant, again. Apparently we also have a pregnant male in our house. Logan. Yup, that's right. Logan is pregnant. He told me so. I think it must be contagious or something. He informed me today that he is pregnant with a boy and it is his cousin and he is going to be named Karen. (Hey Amy, looks like Michael isn't alone is his wrong gender name choices!) He also told me that the baby in his tummy is growing an growing and it will come out when I turn 100. Wow, I thought 9 months was long.

Completely separate story. Steve hadn't shaved for a few days and he and Logan were wrestling around. Apparently Logan thought that daddy was too scruffy so he asked daddy if he would go wash it off.

Bronson fell down the stairs yesterday. He doesn't seem to realize that his legs are too short for him to walk down the stairs without holding onto anything. Seriously, this kid is going to give me gray hair! He is constantly climbing on top of things or inside of things or squishing underneath things. What's worse is he is teaching Logan how to do all this stuff too. He is trouble. He falls down constantly and it seems to concentrate on his face. I can't even count how many times he has made his lip bleed or gotten scabs on his nose and forehead. I am sure you can imagine the looks I get from people when I take him out. I promise I am not abusing him!!

Jen's baby shower

Today we had Jen's baby shower, so of course I HAD to make her a diaper cake. Her nursery colors are light pink and brown, so I made one accordingly. I think it is my best yet. What do you think? By the way Jen is EIGHT months pregnant here. Unbelievable, right?
I really enjoy making these, so much so that I am thinking about selling some on KSL or craigslist or something. I don't know, you think anyone would buy them?

a few more details

Thanks to so many of you who congratulated us. It means a lot to me. As you all deduced so cleverly, yes I am pregnant. But just barely. I am only about 7 weeks along, as best as I can tell. I estimate my due date at July 1st, but that all could change when I see the doctor (they pushed Bronson's estimated due date back a week). I have been thinking I was pregnant for awhile, even before my period was late, but the tests kept coming back negative. (yes, I was even using the '5 days before your missed period' ones) I had finally convinced myself that I wasn't pregnant, that I was just psyching myself out because I wanted to be so badly. I had convinced myself that I was crazy about even thinking that I was pregnant. By the time I got a positive result I was shocked. I have now taken the test three times to try and convince myself that it really is true. Still seems unbelievable. We are so excited.

Logan seems to totally understand what is going on, he is so cute about it. he is always kissing and hugging my tummy and talking to the baby. The other day I wasn't feeling well and I hunched over and Logan got worried and upset and told me to sit up cause I was squishing the baby. Bronson of course doesn't have the slightest clue that his whole world will change soon. Really not sure how he will take it, how will he react when his favorite spot is now filled with a large belly?

We also just got a new car a few months ago and we will have to figure out how/if we can fit three car seats in the back. I also would like to have Bronson potty-trained before the baby comes. That would be nice. Somehow we need to get both boys in one room. Anyway, sorry so long, just a lot on my mind and a lot about our future that is now up in the air.

just FYI........

Bronson is going to be a big brother.

cuddles

I am not sure how it started, but years ago when Logan was small and would get hurt or upset I would ask him if he needed a cuddle. For us a cuddle is like a hug but our faces are touching, usually cheeks, and we sort of hum. I have no idea where this came from or how we started it but it is one of the boys most favorite things when they are upset. It seems to help them calm down and feel safe.

Bronson is now to the point where he asks me for cuddles (sounds more like cuhhhs) and puts his face on mine and hums. So, if you are ever watching my boys and they ask you for cuddles or cuhhhs you will know what they mean. (yes, dad, this is for you)

Momentous Occasion

Today at lunch the most amazing thing happened! I asked Bronson to do something, and he did it! I don't think this has ever happened before. He wanted a cookie and I told him that he needed to have one more bite of his food, and he just took a bite. He didn't even scream at me! Ah, moments like these make me feel like it is not all for nothing.

big ears

The other morning I told Bronson "no" about something and he threw a fit, so Steve jokingly says "Gosh Mama, you're ruining his life!" Now since Logan heard this and remembers and repeats everything, he likes to tell me that I am ruining his life everytime I tell him 'no'. All you parents out there, be careful what you say! Little kids sure have big ears!