Dizzy Spinach and Bra Hat

My main pregnancy symptom so far has been fatigue. Which is why I have been struggling to keep up with the Blog. When Eli naps, I nap. When Eli goes to sleep I can only convince myself to lay on the couch and watch Scrubs reruns, blogging has sounded very, very hard. But, luckily all of the emotional upheaval has settled down, and we (Eli and I) are getting used to the idea of having another one. I say Eli and I, because when Scott read my last Blog he said that he wasn't stressing. *Note -- He rarely stresses :). He said it wouldn't have worked if everyone was freaking out! Fortunately, I don't think any of us are freaking out anymore. We are talking about "Eli's baby" all the time. We've discussed where the baby will sleep -- in the choo-choo room (his train used to be there). He knows that Mommy gets tired because of the baby in her tummy. He's told us that he wants a sister, although occassionally it's a brother, and he lets us know what he thinks of the names that we are throwing around.


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I think I've mentioned before that I've been pureeing and adding vegetables (lately spinach) to many of our meals. Originally, I did it so that if I couldn't convince Eli to eat any veggies at least I knew he was ingesting some. Apparently it's paid off in a completely unforeseen way. Now, he balks at rice and noodle dishes that aren't green. Not only does he know that I'm putting spinach in everything, he wants it there, and he likes to help me puree it. It's working out great, and I figure there's nothing bad in any of us (especially a pregnant woman) getting extra greens.





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Duplos are still a favorite toy, and now he's learned how to build one of his characters all by himself. Dizzy is a cement mixer from "Bob the Builder" and Scott taught Eli how to put her together. Eli showed me the other day, complete with running commentary, "Put this here, then this piece, then her face etc." Pretty cute. And, it's serious business.




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The other day Eli ran shrieking out of our bedroom yelling, "Look at Ewi's hat, Mommy!" When I came out of the kitchen, he had my bra on his head, he was jumping around and giggling. Daddy had helped him with his hat. Of course, by the time I got the camera out he dutifully posed for me, but the smiles were gone.




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This is just a random shot from Dendi's house. We had dinner over there the other night and he was playing his new favorite game of throwing and chasing a soft, plush ball all around the house. I just loved his expression.