Friday, November 23, 2012

Santa, I Hope You're Reading This.

If I could type laying on my side, I'd be very happy right now.  Though people keep telling me I'm small for 8 months, I feel enormous and I can't tell you how many times I've imagined sawing off my own thighs just so they won't push up against my belly.  As I grow increasingly larger and more uncomfortable, I am also getting more and more excited about meeting Jaws.  We can only guess that he's going to look a lot like W but in the recent ultrasounds, he has been covering his face so we can't really know.  We have narrowed our list of possible names and I'm seriously considering leaving up to the good folks on FB to decide for us.  NOT!  Well, I dunno.  Maybe.

As for W, he's been fighting something for the past few days.  It's only a fever on and off...but it's been making him cranky.  Either that or he's finally entering the phase of the Terrible Twos.  Regardless, I worry about how he will handle having to share me and P with another child.  And I'm even more terrified of the day P goes back to work from paternity leave.  I remember being soooo scared of taking of care of W on my own, I didn't sleep for the last week of P's leave.  But it ended up being fine and I got into a rhythm very quickly.  

But this time will be different, right?  TWO KIDS!!!  So, in light of our upcoming addition, I've decided that this will be the only Christmas that W gets spoiled rotten!!!  Until now, he's had a very humble amount of gifts for the holidays.  Even this last birthday, as a family, we kind of disappointed him.  Not that he would notice, given that he's only 2 years old.  LOL!  But still.   So, this holiday season, I want him to have lots of gifts to open and more importantly, lots of DISTRACTIONS for when the baby gets here.  Do you see where I'm going with this?  It's not that I want to spoil him.  Heck, no!  And take it from me, you can spoil a child in many other says other than with material things.  I just really want as much help as I can get from "Santa" so that W has something to play with while I'm nursing and things like that.  As a stay-at-home mom, you get quite desperate and all schools of thought go out the window when you're just trying to stay sane.  I can just hear you other moms out there, nodding your heads, agreeing with me.  

This Christmas will definitely be different, no matter what happens.  All I have on the brains is a healthy baby and a happy older brother.  That's it.  I care little for the holidays.  I care even less for my own birthday, even though it's a kind of a big one.  God, if you can hear me, just please please please let us end this 2012 year with tears of joy.  If all goes well, I can ring in the new year along with the rest of society.  But until then, tick tock tick tock.

He sees the carousel and he can hardly walk fast enough.

So happy he's dancing!!!

Look at that face!  

Monday, November 12, 2012


Did I mention that the baby's nickname is Jaws?  No?  Well, it is.  We still don't have a name but I thought it was important to remember the first "name" we actually gave this one.  You see, my mom has dreams.  She's one of those people that has those prophetic dreams every once in a while.  You know, about death, pregnancies....whatever else.  Well, she knew I was pregnant with W before I did. She said she dreamt about a picture of Jesus and on that picture, instead of a nose, Jesus had a little mini sonogram of a baby.  LOL!!!  I can't even imagine the kinds of crazy dreams she has.   But yeah, that's how she knew.  This time, she dreamt she was at a swimming pool.  And poolside was this great big gray dolphin, just laying out in the sun.  She said it was so big and beautiful.  I can only guess that this was W.  Then she said she noticed that behind the dolphin, swimming around in the pool was a small shark.  She didn't know it then, but I was pregnant...again.  And of course, it was another boy.  I guess Koreans interpret fish as boys.  I don't know the names of too many sharks so we just nicknamed him Jaws.  Turns out to be a pretty accurate description because this pregnancy nearly killed me.  And I could feel this little guy moving around since I was 11 weeks pregnant.  W used to kick me a lot, especially on the left.  Jaws not only kicks me, but he stretches out and does tai chi or something in there.   It's quite painful and I can't wait for this one to be out of me and in my arms.  It's going to be a very special Christmas this year.  I hope W likes his present :)

Speaking of fish.  We went to the aquarium!!!  I wanted to take W somewhere before his little brother gets here and he gets neglected.  I'm in no condition for Disneyland or Legoland, but the aquarium is perfect.

He kept pointing and shouting "big fish!!"

Hi, fish.
This was his favorite thing...feeding the lorikeets.  

He kept checking the cup to see how much they drank.

He wanted to feed every bird in sight.  Even the pigeons.  

I bet my son looked mighty yummy to these sharks.

This is why I don't go in the ocean.

Check this guy out, trying to climb in!!

I can't believe we're bringing our child to place we used to go to in college!!

We get a pressed coin every cool place we go.  

Look who joined us!  Hi little lady!

W, did you poo because something stinks?!

All in all, he had a good time, though he kinda lost it towards the end. I think it'll be a while before we go to the big theme parks. I'm thinking overnight stays will be a must. Which is fine with me! I can't wait to take the boys to new places! But I want to take them when they'll appreciate it. My parents took me everywhere when I was just a baby. The only problem is, I don't remember any of it. !! Even now, when I go through my baby photos, I realize I've been places that I've been wanting to go to.

I know it's tempting to want to take your little ones every where, dress them up and take pictures. I think some people do that just to show off. Posting photos on Facebook just to say, "Look, here's my kid doing this and that." Or perhaps some find it hard to let go of their former lives, social butterflies with no kid to weigh them down. I think my parents were a little like this. They were and still are very social people and I wasn't about to ruin that for them. So wherever they went, I went. I can't help but think that this is the reason I'm such a homebody now. As soon as I was old enough to stay home alone, I did. And I've been a homebody ever since.

I'm a mom now and my only goal is to keep my boys happy and healthy. It was fun doing things leisurely when it was just me. Getting coffee, browsing through books and magazines at Barnes. I could shop for useless crap and come home whenever. I could watch whatever I wanted on TV and go watch movies late at night. But you know what, nothing beats seeing my son run to me with a book he wants to read or coming home to the words "mooooommmyyy!!" And though I sneak peaks of my morning talk shows, I always go back toW's favorites because I just love the way he sings and dances along with them. And now I get to experience this double time!!! Wooohoo!!!