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I just had to share. A few weeks ago I ordered a "going home outfit" for LMV from JanieandJack.com. Originally $75 for the two piece outfit, I got both for $12 (such the bargain shopper!). It is a velour jumpsuit with gingham trim. So cute (and tiny at that!). I remember Lucas (at 9 pounds) barely fitting in the newborn sleeper we brought him home in. So I ordered LMV's outfit in Preemie. I think it will fit her perfectly. If not....well, I have other options :)
The photo to the left represents just a few of the items we've already stocked up on for LMV. In fact, it's grown by about 10 more items since I took this photos - and the photo doesn't even show what's folded at the bottom of the closet (pink pants, blankets, burp clothes, etc). It's like the attack of the girl clothes. I have to admit though, I absolutely love it. At some point everyday, I manage to open up the little closet for a sneak peak of our daughters precious little clothes. They remind me that she'll soon be here and that I can dress her up and cuddle her, and welcome her into our family. It seems so surreal that Trei and I will be having a daughter. After a year of blue clothing, car toys, and testosterone - we get to meet our little princess and add some estrogen to this household. It's taken me a little while to get used to the idea of a girl. Not in a bad way, but I guess I felt that if I got too excited about LMV, that I'd be a traitor to my son. That people were going to think I didn't love having a son, or was more excited about a girl. I now realize how stupid that is, which has allowed me to really fall in love with the idea of having a daughter. The pink, the frills, the daintiness. It all makes me feel so squishy and girly - which is a wonderful feeling to have. On top of knowing I'm gaining a daughter - I get to witness my husband father a little girl and my first born son play with his little sister. I'm sure watching both of their relationships with her will be exciting to see. Just 32 days to go until I get to meet my beautiful little lady, kiss her sweet little cheeks and watch the expansion of our family. How wonderful!
My gosh - I can't keep up with this blog for the life of me! I mean, I definitely thought I could do weekly updates - but it seems I can't even follow through with that! This is sad. So, so, so sad. Well, here I am. Sitting in the office, attempting to catch everyone up on the life of the Vosslers. I don't even think I posted photos from Christmas or my birthday or anything that has happened in the last month. I've thought about doing a quickie update on everything that has transpired since December - but I'm not. Too much work, too much backtracking. I think I will just dive right into what's going on in my head and heart at this moment - since Christmas feels like it was decades ago! Well, since Lucas has turned one, I no longer do letters to him. I may try and do them quarterly now - but we'll see once Little Miss Vossler arrives. I want to do monthly letters to her for her first year of life and am trying to be realistic about possibility of writing letters to each of my kids each month. They take a lot of time. I don't know. We'll see. But I do feel like I should brag a little about my 13 month old son, since there is always something to brag about! Who else can not believe he is 13 months already? He seems like he's done so much growing since turning one. Almost like he's a little man instead of a baby. I'm definitely enjoying this stage - it's both challenging and rewarding - which makes for many emotional highs and lows. I didn't know one small (well, 26 pounds of pure baby chunk isn't exactly small) child could contain so much charm, humor and determination. Lucas knows what he wants, when he wants it, how he wants it, and will let you know if it's not being done the way he wanted. However his tenacity and opinionated side is always followed by a charming smile or a bout of laughter. It can make for some difficult days. I know that I have a firecracker on my hands and although I love that about him....I also want to raise him with balance. I guess what I'm trying to say is I want to tame the flame without extinguishing the fire. I hope someone out there knows what I'm talking about! Any way you look at it though, Lucas is ridiculously fun and I find myself more and more in love with him each passing second. He is the grandest of all of God's creations (such a mommy statement!). His vocabulary is growing by leaps and bounds and includes many new animal sounds. When asked (or pointed to), he will give just about anyone the noise a monkey, bear, dog, duck, cow and frog make. He says "I love you" (or more like "I love loo"), "Get you!" (because we are always saying "I'm gonna get you!"), "Nah Nuh" which is Lucas for Banana, "Boo!" when we play hide-and-seek, and a ton more (those just happen to be my favorite). He's grown two more teeth this past month (which makes for a total of 14!) and RUNS everywhere now (although sometimes his feet can't keep up with him, which means lots of bumps, scrapes and bruises!). He understands "Night Night", "Bathtime" or "Time to change your diaper" which causes him to drop whatever he's doing and run to the site of choice. He sleeps like a dream, loves to read books (and will sit for hours if you let him!), and just loves seeing a fresh face (Grandma T and V, Grandpa T and V, Auntie Katy, etc, etc, etc). He loves mimicking peoples every move and gets a kick out of making people laugh. I think I may have quite the clown on my hands. He calls my belly "Baby" and in bwteen blowing raspberries on it and sticking him finger in my belly button - he bursts into fits of laughter. I know for a fact he has NO IDEA there really is a baby in my belly - I think it's cute when I say "Lucas, where's the baby?" and he immediately lifts up my shirt and gets to kissing it. He definitely keeps me on my toes and in amazement. But I wouldn't want it any other way!
As of yesterday, I'm 31 weeks pregnant. Since I'll be induced between 37 and 39 weeks I have 6-8 weeks left to carry this little girl. As you can see.....I'm big. Big and uncomfortable. Oh, and tired too (as though it's not written ALL over my face!). I'm sure having two kids so close together is the sole reason I'm already ready to pop. My body hadn't quite finished healing from Lucas. My ligaments were already stretched and loose and I was still a few pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight. Doesn't exactly make me the picture of health. I'm seriously over it. O.V.E.R. I.T.
My husband took this lovely photo of me while we were at the park today. I was telling Lucas to hurry up and follow me. He has a mind of his own (I know, can you believe it?!) I have to coerce him everywhere. I was ready to go home. Braxton Hicks contractions were making me miserable and it was cold out - so I was more than grumpy. I'm sure my husband is more than over the hormonal Melissa - but I can't help it. I'm double the woman right now. I've got enough estrogen coursing through my veins to take down an army of men. I'm trying to make Trei believe that I will be back to my normal self in no time. He's not exactly buying it - but he'll come around. And if I don't return to normal after pushing out this little girl....I might continue on in life as a single mother :)
So, my 26th birthday has come and gone as quickly as I feel it came. I'm officially closer to the age of 30 than I was last year this time. This scares most woman. Not me. In fact, it's my belief that most women peak in their 30's - so I'm actually looking forward to this next phase of my life. It's just hard to believe that 10 years ago I got my drivers license. Started Junior College. Met my now sister Melissa. 5 years ago I was celebrating my 21st birthday with my new boyfriend, Trei. Going to Vanguard. Nannying. It's amazing how quickly time moves. Now I'm a 26 year old wife and mother. It's role I wouldn't trade for anything, but still surreal in many, many ways. I know there are many of you who can relate to me...and many of you who have no idea what I'm talking about.
