Farmers Market, Family Soccer, and Felix

First farmers market: first chard pizza! A fresh, crusty baguette, and a fridge filled with colorful veggies. There is so much to love this time of the year.

Easter was our opportunity to honor my grandma Catherine. It was an afternoon of giggling kids, a delicious buffet as only my aunt Karen can do, soccer, sunshine, and homebrewed beers. There were no tears and lots of laughter as we all sat at a long table in the backyard. I hope that someday my life will be remembered like that.




We have a budding musician in the family. I am pretty sure Sawyer will be our comedian and our performer.


Oh, and there's something I've been meaning to tell you...

Meet Felix!
He will be joining our family sometime in late October. There is, of course, the possibility that Felix is a girl (!!) but for the time being Felix is Felix.

We took the boys out to dinner to announce the big news and their reaction was just as we thought it would be.

Here's how it went down:
Me: "Guys, Dad and I brought you here for a special dinner because we have something important to tell you."
Silence. Intense coloring. Totally ignoring me. I hand them the strip of ultrasound pictures.
Me: "Here, look at these pictures and tell me what you think this is."



Jack: "Is it a puppy? Are we getting a new PUPPY?!"
Sawyer: "Yeah, a puppy! I love puppies!"
Me: "Uh, no. We're not getting a puppy. We already have a dog, remember? This is a picture of something growing in my tummy..." Confused silence. " What grows in mamas' tummies?"
Jack: "Puppies?"
Me: "This is a picture of a BABY growing in my tummy. We are going to have another baby!"

Jack: "What?! We're going to have three kids in our family? No way. Are you guys just kidding?"

And from there the conversation devolved into when our food was coming and who was getting grapes with their meal and who had ordered applesauce and other epic, life-changing topics. Brent tried to steer them back to the subject and Jack launched into this long-winded explanation about how much of an inconvenience babies are when it comes to Legos and how the baby will put Legos in his mouth and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PEOPLE! DID YOU NOT CONSIDER MY LEGOS?!

I think they are warming up to the idea. I hope they are. They have unanimously decided that this new baby had better be a boy and will not even entertain the possibility of having a baby sister.

You probably have some questions, right?

Three kids? What are you guys thinking?
We are thinking that we have two great kids and why not throw another one into the mix? Besides, Sawyer has always seemed like a middle child type, if you know what I mean. Brent was happy with two, but I'd been having this feeling for awhile that something (somebody) was missing. So here we go again.

But you'll need a bigger house! A minivan!
I am so over the McMansion thing. Much of the world lives in much smaller housing than we do. We have plenty of room for now and when we grow out of this house, hopefully we will be able to move. And our Volvo has three seats in the back. People make it work with a lot less than what we have.

You're hoping for a girl, right?
Hell yes, we are hoping for a girl! I read the book and counted the days and all that, so we'll see...

But what if it's a boy?
Then I guess the kids will be happy. And we will love him and know that it was meant to be.

How are you feeling?
Terrible. Well, actually better in the past few days. The first trimester is usually a bitch for me and the morning/all day long sickness has definitely been worse this time around (maybe it's a girl!). I am gradually coming out of the haze of nausea that has had me stumbling around for the last few weeks. Thank you, Kate, for making me ginger tea when I've been too sick to walk to the staff room and for retrieving various important items like my purse and my planning book from random locations around the school. And Brent has been letting me sleep as much as I have needed, which has been a lot, and taking care of the boys so that I can dry heave in peace and quiet. Like I said, I think the worst is behind me. I haven't thrown up at all today!

Are you still running?
I was running in the mornings until week 8 when I started barfing my brains out. After a few weeks off, I ran again today and felt great. We'll see if I can keep it up.

Will you really name him Felix?
I dunno. Maybe. What do you think?

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