Thursday, July 28, 2011

Baby Boy or Girl?

Judah is absolutely certain that we are having a girl (he's in the large majority, I think people Want us to have a girl rather than just think we're having a girl. Lol)
 Anyways, I keep trying to warn him that it may be a boy in there and not a girl. And he adamantly tells me No Mama! It's Viviana in there (our name if it's a girl). And I said, why are you so sure it's Viviana in there and not Luca (our boy name) and he said with the most "Duh Mom" look

Because Vivana climbed in there, not Luca!!

Ok. So there it is. It's Viviana in there, cause she climbed in here first!
We'll see if Judah's right on Sept 9th. :)

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Summertime and the Livin's Easy

Summer is awesome, except not as awesome as fall, winter or spring. :)

......but there are a lot of amazing relaxing summer things to do, especially in south cackalack
saturday cartoons 
impromptu dinners with the fam
Walks to the neighborhood park
Pooping in the park (well trying) BUT he has been doing AWESOME going #2 finally! PTL!! *Don't worry, we were the only ones out at the park, so we had a little bit of privacy. And if you've ever potty trained a kid, you gotta go when ya gotta go!
Waiting for a popsicle. Or pop-fickle as Quinn calls it

Sprinklers (gotta love Quinn getting a drink here) 
Farmer tans white boonkies (well, that's some of us all year round) 
Secret Agents Judah & Quinn
Strawberry shortcake shish-ka-bobs with our peeps
Parks at dusk, just cuz you don't want to go home yet. Even though it's a week night and it's already 830.

The best thing about this picture is that we were eating at Whole Foods and right after this picture Judah started busting out "in the club, I'm going down" as loud as he could. Talk about wrong song, in the wrong place. All the Mt Pleasant soccer moms were probably shaking their heads.
Judah was SO brave at the Dentist! I'm SO proud of him. 
Quinn was terrified and thought if he plugged his mouth, no one would check out his teeth
On a side note, my THIS is my biggest pregnancy craving. So strange.

And this (figs from our tree in the back yard)..... if you live in Chas and wanna come & get some, help yourself!

You'll save yourself $5/lb at the grocery store! Wowzers.
Gotta feed the three month bump! (and no, there are not triplets in there, I just have a big stomach. lol)

Sunday, July 10, 2011

The Attack of the Oyster Bed and Other Adventures

Have you ever heard a pyscho-analysis of the first child/second child/third child/etc...?  Well these pictures pretty much shows how it runs in our family.
Judah telling us all how it's done.. or telling his brother to do something.... 
Quinn being a total goofball.... 
And then Quinn following Judah like a baby duckling following his mama.

So we went to our favorite hidden spot on Daniel Island to go watch crabs and jump in the ocean, without driving all the way out to the beach. 
The boys bravely ventured in with Guillermo 
Until Guillermo hit the oyster bed, cutting his hand and foot. (He's not crying here by the way, just wiping his face off. LOL).  And thank God the kids didn't make it out that far. So at least we knew how far the kids could play & swim out before the oysters, due to Guillermo's misfortune. 
There were fiddler crabs EVERY where you looked. Literally thousands. Gross. But at least they're more afraid of us then we're grossed out by them, as soon as you come up, they scamper away and hide. 

A few cuts can always be mended with a few good hugs & kisses.

Then we got to go to Kat's surprise birthday party!
Happy birthday Kat! We love you.
Judah had fun looking at Tio's bikes, look at that face, that's a "look at me mom, I'm so cool cause I'm standing next to a motorcycle" face.
Quinn thinks smiling means doing "bulldog" face.. at least Judah finally gets it. So maybe in a year and a half, Quinn will know what a real smile is. :)
Happy weekend! And Monday, please try not to come too fast.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Baby Lizard, July 4th Funday & World War Poop

You know how you have those perfect weekends? Well, the much needed looong July 4th weekend was just that. The perfect  ratio of hanging out doing nuthin, to fun family outings. 
And not even finding a baby lizard (!!! panic !!!) on my indoor rug could hurt the weekend. BTW, seeing a baby lizard in Puerto Rican folklore means you're going to find out someone is pregnant... hmmmmm, could it be YOU? 
Not even Guillermo mowing like 18 yards this weekend could dampen the fun. And he had fun, check out his redneck beer holder for while he was mowing our yard! 2 beers hanging from your key chain. Das how we doooo. yee haw! 
Judah had to make time to do his push ups, ya know it's bathing suit season and all....
And these boys are READY TO PARTY
What does it say about me that being at a water park is in my top 5 favorite things to do in the whole world? I'm so glad the kids are big enough for a few slides. They LOOOOVED them. 

So this July 4th was the best in years. We, by a God miracle avoided ALL normal July 4th irritations (traffic/sunburn/eaten by bugs/traffic/oh yea, did I mention traffic). The drive to the beach was perfect & fast. We found a perfect spot between the beach and the park where we'd watch fireworks and we met up with some sweet friends. 
The Hennings
Judah kept the flags off the ground with the proper respect 
Little Jacque Cousteau (sp?) found lots of sand dollars 
That boy is a fish! 

We all went to the park to have a picnic and play. They had live music and everyone was shagging. Everywhere you looked on Sullivan's Island had old school American flags. It was as if Martha Stewart and Paula Dean planned the perfect July 4th on Sullivan's Island and by dumb luck we just happened to go there this year.
The fireworks started the moment the sky turned dark and it wasn't a moment too soon. My sweet little Quinn was just about to call it a night...
And the drive home was just like any normal, non-holiday drive. Thank you God.

And for the potty training update. I'm feeling a little deja vu. Quinn is fully pee-trained. Hasn't had an accident in over a week during the day, and always tells us when he has to go. Now poop, on the other hand is like torture. He refuses to poop on the potty (just like Judah). We fill him up with fiberous foods and no luck, he ends up running down the hall screaming as he's literally pooping right then and there. But the moment you put him on the toilet he will NOT go. It's like a mild form of torture for all involved (especially the clean up crew). Have I mentioned I HATE potty training?

 I can't say he hasn't given pooping his valiant effort. Here he is praying/hoping/wishing that he can make a poop.
Dang it Quinn, Who Does Number 2 Work For!!!!  Show that turd who's boss! (remember that from Austin Powers Lol)?