8 Weeks and Counting...

Well I had my 32 week appointment yesterday and I cannot believe I'm down to the 2 week apart appointments now. This pregnancy has flown by, really. My excitement isn't any less, but I think I've just been used to life with 2 boys and going about with a prego belly and then all of the sudden time has snuck up on us! This little guy has been growing like a weed, all my boys have had these ginormous, plump cheeks in their ultrasounds and he has topped them both... and there are still 8 weeks to add to them! He is also weighing 5lb. 9oz. already which puts a little fear in me that he could be a chunk by the time August comes around. I'm hoping he comes a little sooner, but who doesn't always wish for sooner than later? I'm thinking I better start making those birp cloths and blankets I was planning on making when it got closer...

The Sniffer and The Shoes

(Still no internet or pictures, fyi)
I don't know about at your home but I've got some interesting things going on at mine. Tatton has turned into a sniffer... extreme sniffer. He will sniff our breath and demand to know what we were eating, especially if it was chocolate. He sniffs out popcorn a mile away so my Mom has learned that the popcorn needs to be popped after Tatton has been long asleep otherwise that turns into a late night popcorn snack fest. He will come into the kitchen asking what that dinner smell is, or want to know what smell is coming from the microwave. He can smell everything and wants to know what it is because I think he feels shorted if he's not eating it too. Then there are the outdoor smells as well... but that's a whole other story. Then Lincoln lately is OBSESSED with shoes. This poor little guy I think wakes up with his whole day revolved around putting shoes on. He will surprisingly usually just get his on and on the right feet, but as soon as he sees a pair of Tatton's around he has to take his off and work on getting big brothers' on. I would have expected the tantrums he throws when he can't get a shoe on or that the laces aren't tied more from a girl, but no. He can get pretty upset when he gets frustrated with a pair. Needless to say the bending over with the prego belly to pick up endless shoe trails around the house is becoming quite the chore. But oh well, life here would be pretty boring without my little nose detector and shoe thief!