37 and a Half

Today was my doctor's appointment. I am now on the weekly schedule and I do believe I won't be cancelling any more appointments. I cancelled one last week because I decided going to the Jelly Belly Factory was far more important than being poked and prodded. :) (What can I say? I had a hankering for Sunkist Fruit Gems.)

Notice how excited I look to be taking my picture? I always feel weird taking a picture by myself. I couldn't seem to mold my face into something close to normalcy so I just stopped trying.....and yes, I look tired. Oh well! It's going to get worse before it gets better!

Anyway the stats are in......I've gained a total of 20 lbs so far. This is the least amount of weight I've gained at this point with any of my pregnancies. I'm not sure what the the difference is, but I have a theory. The first one is, Kyson. I run around with him so much that perhaps I'm just burning up those calories. The second theory is that none of the major food holidays (Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter) are a part of my third trimester this go around. Whatever the reason is, I'll take it!

The baby is head down but not fully turned yet. There is no "business" going on as of yet. My doctor wanted to talk to me about when the "right" time to come to the hospital is. He said not to come in unless my water breaks, I'm bleeding, or I have contractions every 5 minutes for an hour. I told him the last time I went by those guidelines, I was dilated to 10 cm by the time I got to the hospital. So he threw in an exception.....if I think there is something going on, I can come in. ;) Everything looks good so far! Now we just wait.....Come out, come out wherever you are!

Angel Island

We got to spend Saturday in San Francisco. Every year Ryan's work puts on a work party and this year it was on Angel Island. So we we took the kids to Pier 39. They were in awe of everything to do with the city. It never dawned on me (until then) that I am raising hillbillies ;) But it was fun to hear their reactions to everything. Even though this is definitely NOT the first time they have seen a skyscraper.

Angel Island game time.....you'll hear more about the frisbee later on ;)

Digging on Angel Island (sorry the first two pics are out of order.)

We actually did Pier 39 first, and who can go to San Francisco and skip the sea lions? Not us!

Still watching the sea lions......

On the ferry on our way to Angel Island.


Inside the ferry.

As you can see from the above pictures, we had to board a ferry to get to Angel Island. And basically we had to check out the scene from every possible location.....top deck, inside and every level thereafter. I must say, it was rather chilly even with jackets. And now that I am in Valley Springs where it is threatening above 100 degree weather, I feel that I didn't fully appreciate my goose bumps like I should have. Sigh.

Anyway, we ate some food, had a massage, and threw some frisbees into the ocean. Or should I say, Kyson threw his frisbee into the ocean. And then tried to get it with his pregnant mother lunging after him. (There was no beach at that point. Just a 3 foot drop into the sea.) Overall, we had a good time and the kids got to see some fun stuff. And we certainly got our exercise in. The ferry ride home dropped us off at a different pier than the one we left on. We came home with aching backs and tired feet!

And finally, waiting for the ferry to take us back to San Francisco.

Big Trees Field Trip

We are backtracking to June for a minute.....there are a few things I haven't got around to posting. Lexi's class had a field trip to Big Trees at the end of the year. Ryan and Kendri went with her and by the sounds of it, everyone had a good time!

Lexi and Kendri inside a fallen tree trunk.

And, obviously, someone is impressed by the size of these Redwoods!

Catch Me If You Can!

My two -year old is driving me nuts. I think he may be the one to send me into labor next month. Because I will either be chasing him down the street/parking lot/store or because my blood pressure will be so high it will be unhealthy and therefore spiral into contractions. Either way, I'm sure Kyson will be a part of it.

Wanna know what I woke up to this morning. Kendri begging, "Kyson, please stop! You have to stop feeding the chickens! You are making a mess!"

Chickens? What the....I dragged myself out of bed. Then I hear Lexi, "Kyson stop! You are wasting the whole box of cereal!" I should have been running at this point, but I think subconsciously I knew I didn't want to know what was going on. I was buying myself a few precious moments of sanity to start my day.

Downstairs. Half of the living room and half of the kitchen is covered with "chicken food". (Bok! Bok!) Or more commonly known as Rice Krispies. Covered. With very little carpet showing. I just stared at the mess. Luckily for Kyson the feeding had come to an end and he was sitting "innocently" on the coffee table. Poor little Kendri had the broom out and was attempting to clean up the monstrous mess. I should've taken a picture. But the blood pressure was on the rise. It took 45 minutes to clean up. During which Kyson continued to torment and destroy. I finally had to lock him in his room (don't judge) just to finish cleaning. And I use "finish" loosely, because I most certainly still had messes to clean.

Just to round out the terror that he is capable of.........here is a small list of what he's been up to in the last month.

1. He hangs over the railing of our second floor balcony. As in his stomach is on the rail and his head is dangling above the tile entry way just waiting to come crashing to the floor.

2. He went out to the garage and climbed on top of the Highlander. As in the roof of the car, not just the hood. (Big no-no from daddy)

3. He grabbed a carton of eggs from the refrigerator in the garage and proceeded to "egg" the house, side yard, and inside the garage. (No picture of that either. Blood pressure was on the rise again.)

4. He finds all hidden candy/cookies and helps himself whenever I am trying to get ready for the day. I have no hiding spots left. (And death to the person who mentions I should just stop buying sweets! :)

5. He walked out of Ryan's parents front door and wandered down the street. I don't even know how long he was gone. When we realized he wasn't playing with his sisters we started searching. Luckily, there was a swing that caught his eye about a half a block down the street. We found him swinging away!

Really, I could go on. The toilet, the mad breaks for freedom, the entertaining for anyone and everyone. This is just a small list. And it is mainly for me to look back on later in life and just be grateful that he survived his childhood. (Assuming he does.) But even with all the headaches and panic-stricken moments, I can't say I'd change him. He is unique and I love him!