Impending changes

Last week started the official hunt for a preschool for Silas.  We (the village raising Silas) have been talking about putting him in preschool since I was pregnant with Gavin.  And, in true Michelle fashion, I procrastinated right up until the 11th hour.

And now I'm being severely picky and wrestling a very stringent budget.  Some time this week I'll be visiting the school that I think is "the one."  

Once that decision is made, I'll just sit back and wait for the impending "OMG, my oldest baby is practically grown" meltdown.

In addition to starting preschool this fall, Silas will also begin playing t-ball.  I'm not even sure how to describe the excitement I feel over this. But I'm sure I'll end up crying at the first game.  

His dad took him to the circus and a movie this past weekend.  Things are tight around my house right now, so I'm incredibly grateful that he is still able to have these experiences.  (But I have to say, I very much look forward to the day when I can go back to spoiling my kids myself.)  

On Thursday I went for a very long appointment with the baby doctor.  Blood was drawn, forms were signed, and genetic testing was ordered.  With the genetic testing comes the gender of the baby.

We are supposed to get the results back on or before August 21 (that is only 16 days away).

Obviously, I waiver back and forth between excitement and crippling anxiety.  Every minute of every pregnancy up to the 20 week anatomy scan is a slight nightmare for me.  Hopefully the genetic testing will come back completely normal and allay some of my fears until that sono.  Plus, how awesome is it going to be to know the baby's gender this early?  (Place your bets now - I'm not speaking about my mommy gut-instinct).  If you get a minute, please stop and say a prayer for Baby C to be perfectly healthy - regardless of gender.

The poor little soon-to-be middle child is officially 9 months old.  He's entering the separation anxiety phase.  Candice and I are not allowed to leave the room under any circumstances without a complete Gavin meltdown (he is his mother's child through and through). He is flirting with standing on his own unsupported and (pooooooooooooooooossibly) taking a first step soon???  He never stops eating, and he has the most charming smile anyone has ever seen.

Jimmy and I spent our kid-free weekend tucked inside away from the triple-digit heat.  It won't be long until our kid-free weekends are few and very far between, so having that time together to relax and regroup is incredible.  

Whether kid-free or not, we do an awful lot of laughing together.  I know I'm beating a dead horse here, but this really is the most relaxed, comfortable, and happy relationship I have ever had.

All these boys keep me laughing and keep me on my toes, but it sure would be nice to have a little more sugar and spice in our lives ;)