It's the Simple Things

Sorry it's taken me so long to write again. Mom and dad were down last weekend for the ultrasound and then I've been busy most every night this week. I'm pooped. Now I have to get ready for company coming this Friday night. It never ends! I like having company, but it seems like when it rains it pours. One day while mom and dad were down me, mom, and Grant went shopping and dad stayed at the house to work. Every time he comes down he asks me what needs to be done around the house. He spent the entire day cleaning off our kudzu covered, pain in the butt hill behind our house. When we came home it looked like he had built a beaver's dam in the front yard with all of the brush he pulled off of the hill. Surprisingly, the garbage men took every bit of it and I have an empty front yard again. Thanks dad!

Well, it was bound to happen at some point, and I think it was just as traumatic for mommy and daddy as it was Grant. Grant fell yesterday evening and hit the corner of the kitchen chair leg and had a huge goose egg on his forehead, which has resulted in a big bruise. Of course I called mom, the ex-nurse, to get the lowdown on head trauma to make sure I was doing everything right (my mom probably gets sick of all of my questions sometimes). I suppose it is a good thing we already had Grant's Christmas pictures taken. Then, today he fell again and hit Chris' subwoofer next to the television and has a smaller bruise on the side of his forehead. It looks like we've beat him! All of a sudden since he has learned to walk he has started going faster and faster and doesn't pay attention to where he is walking and walks into things constantly. I think he has cried all day today. Poor baby! It kills me to see him get hurt. I always heard that no one can understand what one feels for their child until they experience it themselves. Well, let me just say that I don't like that feeling and I would take any hurt away from Grant in a heartbeat. His battle scars won't last forever and hopefully my kisses and hugs can manage to take away a little of his pain.

Chris gave me my Christmas present last night (yes, it's early, I know, I know). We are horrible about waiting to give each other gifts. He likes to taunt me and rub it in that he has bought me something and not give it to me. It makes me miserable not to know what it is. Finally, I beg and wear him down and he gives in. I love giving presents to people. There's nothing like seeing another person happy. Anyway, he bought me a beautiful diamond circle pendant on a gold chain. I've been wanting one of those for a long time now. I love it! I love it when he surprises me like that.

My ultrasound is Thursday morning and I cannot wait to see Baby No. 2. It was so exciting when we had our first big ultrasound with Grant. I could have sworn he was a girl - so wrong. I think Baby No. 2 is a boy so maybe I'll be wrong again, and, if not, that's okay too. Me and Grant went to Wal-Mart this afternoon and I browsed through the pink things. I would love to have a little girly girl but at the same time it would probably only be payback for everything I did to my mom. Ha, ha!

I'll update everyone on Thursday and let you know the outcome of our ultrasound. Pray that Baby No. 2 cooperates, if you know what I mean.

Lots of love, Jen