Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing—Benjamin Franklin

Bob the Camel

It all started when Little wanted a bedtime song about a camel and I didn't know even a line of a song that mentioned a camel, so I made one up. This, as you might imagine, led to one of the silliest and most nonsensical songs of all time wherein a camel named Bob was born. I kick myself nightly that Bob was the first name that came to mind.

Now, Little demands a Bob the Camel song almost every night and I am forced to make up a silly little ditty about Bob the Camel going to school, or Bob the Camel playing with friends, or any number of Bob the Camel escapades (Little chooses what Bob does in the song, so it can get a bit interesting) usually ending in "We love Bob the camel." 
However, one night the creativity was just not flowing so I told Little that we'd have to wait until the next night to sing our Bob the Camel song. Little apparently was not ok with that, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. What resulted was arguably the most adorable thing he has ever done because he made up his own version of a Bob the Camel song. What I wouldn't give to have that recorded for posterity.
Anyway... He still wants me to sing about Bob the Camel most nights, but after I am finished with my ditty, he starts naming off other animals we can make songs about and proceeds to sing whatever comes to mind about said animal. Mostly his songs are used to sing himself to sleep, but every now and again he comes up with some rather inventive songs about zebras and giraffes during the day. My personal favorite is a zebra named "Bubbu."

Remember how I'm a super hero?

First of all, for your viewing pleasure our little GIRL! We found out today and we couldn't be more happy. Hooray! For dresses and headbands. And double hooray for being psychic.

I keep joking with Bryce that the reason I am having such a hard time with this pregnancy is because I'm secretly a super hero and so is the baby. Growing another super hero is hard work. Bryce just thinks that means the baby is my Kryptonite, but here's hoping that isn't the case.
Let me explain why I'm a super hero. Not only am I already Bionic Woman--which turns out is a really lame ability--but I am psychic. Which is awesome.
I had an experience about seven or eight months ago that made us a little nervous because we thought for a bit that it meant we might have twins in our future, but all I really knew was that we needed to be prepared for two. Thankfully--I can't express just how thankfully--a bit after we found that we were expecting, we also found out that my sister is expecting. Her original due date? March 24th. The day before ours. Awesome. So, even though the two babies are not both ours, we definitely have to prepare for two because with my sister's due date being so close to mine there is no way on earth my mom will be able to be there for both. I'm confident that it will all go smoothly, but it will definitely take some more preparation.
Item number two on the list of why-I-am-psychic: I knew we were having a girl. Not confident enough to announce it or anything, but I was pretty sure. When it was first pronounced I was having a girl I was even more sure. And now it's official.
As much as I joke about this meaning I'm psychic, I am more than sure it really means that I have a Heavenly Father who knows and loves me. He knows that I am a planner and in order to feel under control in the slightest, I need to have more than nine months of warning about some things. I can't say how grateful that makes me.

A bit belated...

...and I know I've been posting a lot lately, but I have to update the blog before the holiday adventures start.

We did our best to start the season right a while back by going to a farm for their fall festivities. Pumpkins, farm animals, a corn maze, a big slide. It doesn't get much more fun than that, especially with a toddler.  I am fairly certain that I've never seen Little more excited to see animals. In fact, he spent almost the entire day like this:
Or running back and forth between the horse and the chickens yelling, "Look!" There was a brief moment where we managed to pry him away from the animals to go wander the corn maze. That was definitely a hit. Who knew running around through a bunch of corn stalks could be so fun?
We also enjoyed a fun hay ride. And by "we" I mean me and Bryce because Little--as a result of all of the ear trouble he has been having lately--was forced to wear a hat in order to cover his ears. He was less than pleased. He still manages to be the most adorable little man on the planet even when he's grumpy though, so I'm going to call it a win. 

I am ashamed.

I hung Christmas lights the other day. I'm trying to convince myself that I just wanted to add a little ambiance to the room or blame it on the fact that Little loves them. That is false. I just wanted Christmas lights. I fully hang my head in shame, all the while wearing a silly little smile and sighing to myself because I'm enjoying them so much.

I am usually a strictly wait-until-the-day-after-Thanksgiving-to-even-hear-a-Christmas-song kind of girl, but for the last few years it has grown increasingly difficult. I don't know whether it is having Little or just an inevitable spillover because I love the Christmas season so much, but seriously... this is ridiculous. 

Little and the cuteness thereof

I feel as though Little is growing up so fast I can hardly keep track of all the fun stuff he does. Our favorite lately is that he loves to sing. His favorite song at the moment is "the blackbirdy song" a.k.a. Blackbird by the Beatles and he's actually surprisingly good. We have yet to get him singing it as he somehow knows exactly when the camera is on and refuses to sing for the most part. However, we did manage to get the pirate song. (Please ignore the messy house in the background. I blame it on a fantastically awesome sanity saving package coming from Grandma Lowder and Little not wanting to put any of it away. Ever. Not even the packaging.)

He also does a rather exciting rendition of Little Bunny Foo Foo (complete with bopping on the head), but sadly that has yet to be captured on video in its full glory.
My other favorite thing that he does is when I ask him to do anything lately he responds, "I'd love to!" He's just such a cheerful and loving soul. The only plus side to Its Highness's antics (other than getting to hold a sweet baby at the end of nine months) is that I get all the snuggles and love a person could ask for from my little man.

Now that we're feeling a bit better, we've also resumed our yoga and I forgot just how fun/complicated it gets doing it with Little. He gets pretty creative with some of the poses. (For the record, the headband is always his idea).

And since this is just going to be a post about how cute Little is, I had to add one more video. We have discovered that when he is refusing to eat, if we turn it into a game of "how would (fill-in-the-blank) animal eat?" we can almost always get him to start eating again. Hooray! for knowing every sound under the sun.

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