a much needed update...

here are the random tidbits of our lives...

the basement is finished.  praise Jesus, we made it through!  i did experience two meltdowns during the remodel - a serious emotional breakdown because drywall dust got all over our house...and, worse, last friday i committed the pregnant equivalent of drunk-dialing and called our contractor in tears because the carpet guy had simply pushed me over the edge.  but now it's done.  i will post pics soon.  

harrison is done with his binky.  it wasn't even an issue for him, for which i am very thankful. last week i went out to dinner with a couple of girlfriends.  jer put him to sleep without a binky and he hasn't used one since.

i am still have contractions.  had an appointment today and am one centimeter dilated.  they really aren't concerned about me given the fact that i've made it this far...and we are close to the "safety mark" of 37 weeks.  i, however, am really holding out for 40 weeks.  so, we'll see. 

we've scheduled a c-section for my due date, which is november 20th.  if i go into labor before that date, however, i plan to try a natural delivery.  so, again, we'll see.  

we hired jennifer to help me out with harrison and the housework three mornings a week - just in an effort to help control some of these contractions.  it has been a blessing.  

we still do not have a name for this sweet baby boy that is kicking inside of me.  i know God will impress upon us what he should be called at some point.  

harrison turned 18 months last week.  time flies.  at his 18-month check up we found out he is 34.5 inches tall and 26 pounds.  he is a happy, healthy boy.  we have started speech therapy once a week.  stacy comes to our house.  she is wonderful.  other than a language delay, there has not been any concern whatsoever (from any of the professionals we've seen) about any other types of developmental delays or problems.  we are truly thankful.  

harrison is making the CUTEST face lately...a big cheesy grin...gap teeth and all.  it absolutely make my heart melt.  and it makes me laugh out loud.  every time.  

i'm quite sure there is much more to say.  but the bigger my belly gets, the smaller my  brain gets.  so, this is all i can remember for now.  : ) 

i could be out looking for eligible bachelors

on monday nights, thanks to all things "fantasy", i get the joy of experiencing what it's like to be invisible.  as i try to converse with my husband about the important matters of life, i get responses such as:

"you bungholes"

"come on, baby, daddy needs a touchdown"

"give me an I-N-T"

"oh, you dumb-arse!!!" (while throwing the remote control across the room)

"sweet jesus, help me out"

thank God for DVR.  because without it, my husband would have no idea that i am actually sitting right next to him. 

the funny thing....i just looked over to see that jer is attempting to read dostoevsky's crime and punishment...WHILE CONTINUALLY CHECKING HIS FANTASY SCORE!  look, i know i can't compete with dostoevsky...but dostoevsky AND football...at the same time??!!  

i might as well be single.

i have a feeling this won't be the last time

we've recently celebrated a couple of "firsts" here in the white house.  well, "celebrated" might be a bit of a strong word.  maybe "encountered" or "experienced" would be more appropriate. 

in order, they go like this:  poison control, "no", and poop.

last week, while jeremy and i had our heads stuck under the sink in the guest bathroom, harrison gave us a little scare.  you see, normally, the guest bathroom cabinet houses all of harrison's bath products and medicine...and other household products that need to be behind a safety latch.  due to the "leaky faucet debacle of 2008", all those products were strewn throughout our hallway.  

as i was trying to balance the roles of mother and plumber, i looked over my shoulder to make sure harrison was okay.  he seemed to be having great fun with daddy's (aka plumber extraordinaire) flashlight.  the next minute, i looked over to see that he had managed to open a bottle of rubbing alcohol. 

imagine seeing your toddler casually walking down the hallway carrying an opened bottle with the words "70% isopropyl".  my first thought was,  "oh, how sweet, he's going to be a doctor someday".  uh huh.  i am cool under pressure. 

i did not know whether or not harrison had actually imbibed.  (Lord, i hope i don't ever repeat those words.  especially not during the teenage years.)  and the nice lady at poison control told me that it is a rarity because most toddlers don't like the bitter taste.  (again, Lord, please let all alcohol taste bitter to him.  forever.)  so we simply watched for signs of drunkenness. 

you know...staggering speech, walking into walls, vomiting.  all classic toddler behavior if you ask me.  

needless to say, i wouldn't be "celebrating" this "first" if harrison, indeed, had gotten drunk. but, he was just fine.  

i highly recommend our friends at poison control, who even called us back an hour later to make sure everything was okay.

the other "firsts":  

harrison told me "no" (not verbally, it was by shaking his head back and forth).  listen people, the boy has been shaking his head "no" for a very long time, but i purposefully did not ever use the word "no" while "shaking".  that is, until the speech pathologist told me i should start associating the two.  so, now he can say "no".  the first time he used it was while in the bathtub.  

mama:  harrison, it's time to say "bye bye water"

harrison:  defiant head shaking

the other "first" was also during bath time.  he pooped.  in the water.  amidst lots of floating toys.  

the only thing i have to say about that is that i (pregnant girl) did an AMAZING job of not freaking out (and not gagging).  really, kudos to me.