What's the buzz, tell me what's-a happening...
What's the buzz, tell me what's-a happening
Why should you want to know
Don't you mind about the future
Don't you try to think ahead
Save tomorrow for tomorrow
Think about today instead
-Jesus Christ Superstar
Good song, from a great musical. And good lyrics to remember - live in this moment and enjoy exactly where you are today. So, here's the buzz from the Foster clan.
First, a big thanks to LaLa for serving as guest blogger last week. As you've no doubt noticed, it's getting harder and harder to fit in time to blog these days. What's keeping me so busy? Oh yeah -- kitchen remodel, a high-energy toddler, full-time work, grad school, Mount Laundry (which is growing by the day!), and growing a person. Any one of those could wear a girl out.
No big news in the pregnancy world. I've definitely stared to "pop" and have given up almost all of my pre-preggo clothes. Unfortunately, I'm not quite big enough for most maternity clothes, but too big for my own stuff. I'd like to thank my friends in the College of Textiles (or whoever it was!) that thought to put spandex in ALL maternity clothes. I mean, even the jeans are stretchy, and not just in the belly. Ahh, comfort. Room to put more cheeseburgers.
I'm at 15 weeks, which makes ColbyJack/CheeseDoodle/Baby#2 about the size of an apple. S/he has fingerprints already! Isn't that just incredibly amazing? I'm finally starting to turn the corner on the constant nausea, and it's about time. I go back to the doc on Thursday and I'll report back if there's any news. But so far, all is well.
Jay is as cute as ever and learning more words every day. We started counting last weekend, and finally quit counting when we hit 100. That's a pretty huge vocabulary for an 18 month old - mostly nouns, but a few adjectives (hot, cold) and a few verbs (go, help). I really ought to pull out my old Language Development textbook. (I used to know this stuff!) My favorite new word - "Guggle" which means "snuggle." He likes to guggle before he goes to bed, which he NEVER used to do as a baby.
He's got a bit of a cold which makes it tough for him to sleep, but he's surviving. He went to the ENT this week because he has unfortunately inherited the McLean tonsils, which means that they are freakin' enormous. He's going to have a sleep study to confirm, but we're probably facing surgery sooner rather than later. I'm not going to worry yet. "Save tomorrow for tomorrow. Think about today instead."
Have a great week - hug someone you love!