Busy busy

We've been staying super busy now that the weather is fabulous. Our neighborhood has a playground, pool, lake, walking trail, and even a beach so, needless to say, we've been outside constantly. Ev got his tonsils and adenoids out. The two weeks following that was the longest, whiniest, clingiest, meanest I have ever seen our child. I almost took him back to the hospital and insisted they take this child back and return mine promptly. If it weren't for his skinny booty (he got from his Daddy) and stubborness (he got from yours truly), I really would have sworn they gave us the wrong kid post-op. However, by day 14, our sweet- natured, laid back boy had returned, leaving two exhausted parents in his wake. At day 14, we started more sleep training (story of my life)/baby boot camp. I read that you should silently return them to bed whenever they get up. Without saying anything to them or using any gestures (kisses, etc.), you just pick them up and keep returning them to bed. On night 15 post-op, we returned him to bed 18 times. Night 16, we were down to 3. Now, we've only had one bad night in two weeks (returned to bed 8 times--did I mention I am stubborn?) Praise the Lord! Other than that, I've been GROWING this baby girl...

Told ya! She now has a name, Chaney Claire. I'm 27 weeks and have gained almost 9 pounds! She is constant movement. This pregnancy is different that E's because I can't work out and nap on my own schedule. E, of course, has his own agenda. While he naps, I'm usually trying to clean house, cook, etc. I wouldn't trade it, though, because it beats the alternative. I have so many friends that are battling infertility/miscarriages and I attempt not to complain a minute of this pregnancy. It's all a matter of perspective. In other news, E was three days post-op on Easter morning so while there was some of this...

  

(Looks a little dazed, huh?)

There was also alot of this...

  

I will say he made it through the entire church service (usually only makes it through half but we didn't want him going to the nursery and risk getting sick). Our secret: he was all jacked up on chocolate and Lortab. Holla.