And we're back...My husband was able to fix our new hot water heater with minimal effort on Monday night. Luckily he was able to get the pilot light lit once a day during the weekend so we were able to take quick showers before the hot water ran out. I am so blessed to be married to such a handy guy with lots of tools. Plumbers are seriously expensive not to mention having to schedule them to come out to your house. I am one of those who never knows what to do with myself while someone is at my house repairing something. Do I hover and watch? Ignore them? Make small talk? Offer a coke perhaps? It all just makes me nervous. Plus I worry about the bill the whole time. What if it ends up being more or if they can't fix it? It is just so much easier to have my husband fix it not to mention cheaper.
I wanted to give y'all an update on Bear's sleeping situation since I kind of left it hanging after his great escape attempt a few weeks ago. We ended up putting up a baby gate on his door and getting a video baby monitor so we could see if he tried to escape. So far he has not escaped the crib again and when I try to lay him in his big boy bed for naps he just tries to play and jump on the bed. I really don't think he is ready to move up to a real bed yet. He sleeps great in his crib so I think that one escape was a fluke for now. I'll give him a few months and see if he is ready to move over to the big bed when he is a little older.
The pregnancy is still going good. Knock on wood. I feel huge but my weight gain is still great. Not too much, not too little. I am ready to be back in normal clothes again though. I have been shopping the great sales at Old Navy, Ann Taylor Loft and Francesca's collections lately and I am so eager to wear something without a stretchy waistband. I picked up quite a few empire waisted things which will hide the post baby pooch nicely. I am really enjoying that most of the fashions lately are really post pregnancy friendly. I am also so ready to meet the new baby. I really need to come up with a nickname for him here so I can call him something other than the new baby. My husband is the nicknamer in the family. I told him the other day that I name the babies and he nicknames them. I came up with the names for both of our sons but he is the one who started calling Bear by his nickname.
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My son was born with extremely long toes. My husband immediately started referring to him as Monkey Toes. Which he shortened to Monks now. (We also went through a period of calling him Mr. Magoo and Mr. Man.) Not that it helps you any, but I don't think we could have come up with Monkey Toes until we had seen just how long those toes were.
If he turns out to be a chunky baby, you could continue the animal theme and call him Moose. At least for anonymous blogging purposes.
I like staying with the woods theme! Moose or Wolf or something like that!!
So do we get to know the name of the new baby, or are you keeping it a secret until he gets here?
I'm sorry to tell you that for reasons I can only chalk up to pregnancy-induced mental illness I called my baby "boobaloo" for my whole pregnancy and for about 3 months after she was born.
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