4 days!

Only 4 days until the Lamicas become a family of 5! Rossin Dean will make his debut sometime Monday afternoon after 12:00 pm. My c-section is scheduled for 12:00 but with my luck he will be born later that night just like JC and Silas. JC was scheduled for 9:00am, born at 5:54pm and Silas was scheduled for noon and born at 7:27pm. Let's just say Momma was not happy that I had to go that long without eating. Please keep us in your prayers on Monday. I'm starting to get a wee bit nervous. I don't like being put to sleep.

Just a few funnies...

I measured myself yesterday. I am 42 inches tall and 40 inches around. Neat. Just call me Roly Poly Lamica :)

Silas asked me today "Mommy, is Rossin Dean still cooking?" That is always my answer when he asks "Is Rossin Dean coming out?"...."Nope, he's still cooking!"

In one day

In one day.

I've been asked far more than I care to answer about birthing babies.
On the way to preschool this morning my always-surprising-me-with-what-she-asks four year old says...

"Mom, I know that you have your babies out of your belly, but some women have babies other ways. Where do those babies come out of?"

"Ummm. (trying to think of a way to tell her without going into detail) "They have them from between their legs" - *thinking/praying that this will satisfy her*

"So will I have a baby out of my belly or from my legs?"

"I don't know yet. You have a long time to wait and find out!!"

"When Baby Rossin gets here can I help you feed him from a bottle?"

"Well you can sometime, but Mommy will do most of the feeding because his milk will come from me."

"Where will it come from?"

"From here (patting my chest)"

"Oh, so you mean you will feed him from your boobs?"

And then....to top off the day. We are sitting at home and Silas comes over to me and I notice his nose is dripping red. I thought "Oh great. He's picked his nose again until its bleeding." And I see it. A red M&M. I quickly got it out in a gooey red mess. He looks at it and asks "Can I eat it?" Ummmm....hello!! Why didn't you do that to begin with!! Last year we had a similar incident with JC. She put a stick on earring (which was never recovered) up her nose. What is it with my kids, small objects and their nostrils?

Moms should really get paid for their jobs. I know we get paid in love, hugs, kisses and funny stories....but wouldn't it be nice to receive a bonus check in the mail every now and then? :)

Baby Pool

We created a baby guessing game when I was pregnant with JC. We had lots of fun seeing what everyone's guesses where. Somehow when Silas came around we forgot to do one for him (poor middle child)....but it's back! Come guess Baby Lamica #3's birth stats.

Have fun!

http://www.expectnet.com/games/Lamicababy3

Happy Times Preschool

JaneClaire has been going to Happy Times Preschool for 2 years now. She goes on Tuesdays and Thursdays and stays for lunch. Today she was very chatty on our way home from school.

JC - We had to eat lunch in our classrooms today.
Me - Oh yeah? Why is that?
JC - Because the Sonrisers came today. They are old people who come to eat and talk about God and stuff. Sometimes a large man gets up and preaches. That means he isn't skinny. I say large because you remember you told me not to say fat because it might hurt people's feelings?
Me - Yep. That's right. The word fat can hurt people's feelings. It isn't very nice (at the same time I'm thinking "large" probably isn't the best word either!).
JC - Hey Mom? I'm ready for Rossin to get here. I can't wait to see what he looks like. Mom? Do you like Rossin?
Me - Yes! Of course I do! Why would you say that?
JC - Because you are always saying how being pregnant drives you crazy!! Does that mean Rossin drives you crazy too?
Me - *giggle* Rossin doesn't drive me crazy. I love him! I just have been pregnant for a very long time and I'm tired. It makes Mommy hurt and grumpy.
JC - Ok. Just as long as you aren't mad at my little brother.
JC - Hey Mom?
Me - Yes?
JC - I love you and I don't think you're large.

She's 4. And she's super smart. She's already learned to never call a pregnant woman "large".

33 weeks and ready to be done!

This morning I dropped JC off at preschool and heard the dreaded sound of the gas light ding. I hate pumping gas. I always try to weasel my way into making Andrew get it for me and it usually works. I knew I couldn't make it back home and was going to have to pump it myself. I drove to the nearest gas station which is close to my parents house. When I stepped out of the van I slipped and fell between the pump and my van. I landed half on my belly and arm, my ankle and knee scrubbed against the concrete. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, especially when you are as big around as you are tall. I stood up quickly thinking "Ahhhh, I hope nobody saw that!" And then I hear "Hey, what are you doing here?" I looked up to see my Dad driving up beside me. Then with a puzzled look he says "And why do you have dirt all over your belly?" Neat. I thought I had escaped explaining that I'm an over pregnant clutz. Luckily no Lamica was hurt during this accident. Rossin has been rolling around like nothing happened, while I have a few bruises and a skinned up ankle. Must be nice to be surrounded by all that fluid :) haha

Silas says.

Silas likes to look at my belly and talk about Baby Rossin. This is our convo from the other night.

"When Baby Rossin gets here I take him out and pinch him"
"Uhhh no Sir!"
"I bite Baby Rossin"
"No, we don't bite. We love Rossin and take care of him. If you bite, you will get a spanking!"
"I spank Baby Rossin!"
"No, Rossin is the baby. He won't get spankings."
"NO! I the baby!!!!"

Uh-oh. I can sense a problem here :)

By the way - today is day 1 of potty training Silas. So far he has had 3 accidents. Not looking well. Dear Lord, please give me strength and patience to get through this day!! :)

A Mom's worst fear.

They say it happens to all Mom's at least once. My day was yesterday and it was the worst feeling I've experienced to date.

After church yesterday morning we (Andrew's parents, his sister, nephew, my two sisters and us) all went out for lunch. I was near the front and Andrew headed up the rear. As soon as we got our table I made a dash for the bathroom. Can't hold it very long now with a 7 month growing baby in the belly :)

I came back to the table and noticed everyone was sitting down except for JaneClaire and my sister Charity. I asked where they were and Andrew replied that they had gone to the bathroom. Next thing I knew Charity was back, but no JC. Fear like none other hit me. "WHERE is JaneClaire??" Charity said she wasn't with her...never had been. No one had seen her. I jumped up along with Andrew and his parents and started running around looking for her. My legs felt like jello. I can remember feeling like I was in slow motion, a dreamy feeling, all the noises around me were muffled. I wanted to cry and scream. I yelled for her. I could see people eating everywhere and no one seemed to pay attention. I looked for any sign of blond hair or a red gingerbread dress. After what seemed like hours I turned around and saw Rocky, Andrew's Dad, walking in from outside. He had my baby!! I ran to her and hugged her, kissed her and cried. She was crying, her nose was bleeding (I assume from being so upset)...her face told me that she had been crying for some time. Her little nose was bright red and her face and eyes were puffy. She was still wearing her coat. I asked her where she was. "I was outside sitting on the curb crying for you!!" She had never come in the restaurant with us. When we were all coming in she said that she stopped "to pick cattails". Andrew said when he and his Dad went outside they could hear her screaming for us. She told me she was sorry. So was I. How could I have let this happen? I have never misplaced my babies! I didn't want her out of my sight. After we had settled down, I took JC through the buffet line for her food. She held my arm as we walked together. "Mom, did you hear my praying?" "No, what were you praying about?" "I said, Dear God, Thank you for this day. Please help me find my Mommy and Daddy."

I cried again and kissed her. Thank you God for keeping her safe!!

Later last night as we were snuggled on the couch watching TV I asked her what she did when she noticed we were all gone. "I sat on the curb and started crying. I yelled for you but I knew to stay in one place. I was scared I would get hit by a car. People even saw me and they just stared and walked by me!!"

At pm service last night, I talked with some friends about what happened. Much to my surprise each Mom had a similar story..."I lost mine at Disney World" "I lost her at the mall" "She was missing at the bowling alley"....

JC fell asleep early last night. As I watched her, I prayed... thanking God again for keeping her safe and bringing her back to me. Anything could have happened and I had to force myself from thinking about it. I have experienced a fear greater than I could have imagined. She was only gone for a few minutes...but those minutes seemed like eternity.