Let Me Count The Ways...

My husband loves me. And it's gonna take a while to build up to it, so I give you permission to skip to the end IF you promise to go back and read it later. I've got my eye on you.

So, he loves me.
I know, it should be obvious. He married me, I bore him a son to mess with and teach all his weird ways to torment me and my family with, yadda yadda yadda.
But the past 24 hours have just been amazing to me.
We woke up early and started cleaning the house together before the gas and electric company's representative came over to make sure our a/c was functioning in top condition for summer (to save money, woot!). We were doing really well, and Tigger wasn't being too much in the way, until he was. And I was exhausted and couldn't bend anymore. And our dishwasher was proving to not actually be cleaning anything. 
So I did my best with Tigger (who was our reason for the earliness of our rising. 515am is NOT OK!), trying to keep him entertained and out of the way while still remaining actively helpful in a cleaning capacity (unsuccessfully) and watching Pooh try not to lose it as Tigger tromped through and played in his dirt pile.
Oh Dude came and went, and Tigger and I napped for two hours (yikes!). It was glorious, and the standard length of his morning nap. Pooh had washed dishes, swept the living room, replaced our couch back against the wall (we have a very long living room, so when we watch a movie, we pull it waaaaay up closer to the tv), put away all Tigger's toys, hung up and taken down laundry.
Then we ran to the store to get diapers (because we kept forgetting we were out) and dishwasher cleaner ("maybe it's just gunky, and not actually a piece of junk?") and grabbed lunch while we were out because we completely missed lunch because, let's be honest here. Yeah.
Then my visiting teacher and her son came over - as previously arranged - to help clean/watch my kid so we could clean. This is something Pooh had asked me to cancel and I honestly kept forgetting to do. Turned out to be very helpful (I thought) since he got to talk scouting to people involved but not resistant to him and help an aspiring Eagle figure out what and how to get his stuff done.
So we got even more stuff done, like 3-4 loads of laundry folded and dishes washed, kitchen swept and mopped, and the whole time Pooh was down-right pleasant for going through something he'd been asking me to cancel. 
And before you say something like "why on earth would he be upset about people helping clean?", it's one thing to have family help clean and asking you where everything goes, and another to have someone who is a virtual stranger to you doing the same. I get it. I'm just beyond caring that someone else is cleaning my space. It needs doing and I can't do it, so I'm cool.
Anywho, so the day progressed and I honestly can't remember what else we did (scary!), but we went to bed a bit on the late side, like, closer to 11 than I like to, and I struggled for the next 2 hours with being hot and feeling like little bugs were landing on me. Not biting. Just landing. It was driving me batty!
So I just gave up at 130 and surfed the interwebs until 5 when I crawled back into bed completely exhausted but not even remotely falling asleep (curse you, pregnancy! Stop making my body and my brain team up to thwart my sleep; it's RUDE!) Eventually I must have because Pooh brings in Tigger and I look at the clock and it's 645. They go to the living room, and the next thing I know it's an hour later and Pooh made me soft-boiled eggs and english muffin!!!
He brings them to me in bed and announces he's taking Tigger and going to JoAnn's to get fabric for scout neckerchiefs, so I should just relax and enjoy my breakfast. In bed.
Er go, he loves me.

Flashback With Me

In a bygone day...

Today...

And weep because he's getting bigger and staying adorable.    

Photo Bomb

No, this won't be the typical internet photobombing that you may know and love (at least, I love). This is a "Roo finally dumped the SD card from her camera onto her computer and look at that! Pictures of Tigger!" Hence, the explosion of cute you are about to see.

Buckle up, folks.

Chowin' down on leftover fruit salad from his 1st birthday party.

Enjoying some Mr. Rogers with his favorite paint roller.

He really loves that paint roller.

New game! Pull the "flingo" clip off momma's hat!

NOT showing the appropriate amount of love for the South Korea Red Devils. Eh, to be fair, he hates anything on his head.

In the aftermath, all he wanted was that dang camera. Presumably to destroy the evidence of there having been anything on his head.

And now, the video bomb.

Ok, the video bomb is going to have to wait. Roo blew it (hehe) and needs to remember how she fixed that last video to actually play, because apparently now ALL videos are not actually playing. Grr.
As a consolation, here's more pictures!

Daddy had fun styling his hair. Behold: the Back-Hawk!

Birthday wagon. Look at that smile! LOOK AT IT!

Checking out the birthday wagon.

First donut store apple fritter, courtesy of daddy.

Went shopping with daddy. Daddy puts bags on the floor. Tigger discovers pear.

Pooh doesn't realize until too late that pear was doomed... Poor pear. Never stood a chance.

And now for some flashback fun.

And still making this face...

Remember ladies, this Valentine's love is for you.

An apparently recurring favorite game: climb into momma's lap, climb out. Climb in, climb out. Repeat, repeat, repeat...

3 days old and already beginning to understand how much weird he's going to have to deal with for the rest of his life.

Yes. He is eating that pumpkin shell. My little fruit 'n veggie lover.

Ok, This Is Getting Ridiculous!

Seriously, you'd think I'd forgotten all about this silly little blog! Have no fear, citizens! I'm back and I have news.

We're having a girl! I'll post a scan of her beautiful profile when I have one, because I feel like you all deserve to see a much less blurry version of what went up on facebook.
She will be lovely because she is mine. She's already nicer to momma than brother was. Well, except for all the vomiting and crying at commercials. Piglet -  I mean, Tigger - was a thrasher, much like he is on the outside. Little Girl is much more calm. In fact, when we were trying to get a good look at that cute little mug of hers, she kept wiping her face with her hands and then gave a big ole yawn. Cutest. Thing. EVER.
Instead of the unseemly excitement I was expecting to feel, I instead just feel relief at being able to actually use the name Pooh and I have been waiting to use for, well, since before we were even engaged. 

Yeah, we were that couple. Planning our kids' names before we were even sure we were going to be moving on from the dating stage (which honestly didn't last that long).

In other news, Tigger's turning a whole year old and we're going to celebrate with a Very Hungry Caterpillar themed party. I am not ashamed of following the crowd when it's such a fabulous idea. So I've been perusing the internet to get ideas for decorating, food presentation, and - most importantly - seeing what I can get away with leaving out, because, let's face it, we's poh.
He's adorable, by the way. He's grinnin' away and learning new tricks (thanks, Aunt Diane) and generally charming everyone with his going-on-ten-teeth. He's getting much more confident with walking and standing. He prefers to stand and walk when we're not going anywhere. I tell ya, the kid can't handle being still!
We have doors! Woot! And hopefully tonight we'll have a security door (so Tigger can watch traffic without momma fearing for his face) and a working washer! Fingers crossed!

Ok, that's all I've really got time for today. Gotta go pick up Pooh from school.
As they say in New Orleans, bayou!

And Now On To New News

Which is probably not so new to anyone who reads this blog... Eh, c'est la vie.

We're pregnant again!
Yup, you read me right. #2 is already here. Turns out that epic Thanksgiving weekend was the trigger for my morning sickness. After everyone else had recovered and a week later I was still sick, I started to get suspicious.
We'll find out what we're having around Piglet's birthday. 
Poor Piglet. He'll never know what it was like to be the only child. At least sharing won't be as much of a problem.
Maybe.
As I sit here thinking about what on earth our new baby will be like and which personality will fit it from the Wood, I realize I gave Piglet the wrong name. He's nothing like Piglet.
At all.
He's more like Tigger, or Roo (but I'm Roo, and I'm not giving that up); he's giggly and gregarious hard to contain. So yeah. Tigger.
I'll think about it.

On Sappiness

So, I said I'd do the birth story, and I will. Especially since I just took a quick stroll down memory lane and read his happy 6 month post and saw the pictures of my little baby and saw how much my little baby isn't such a little baby anymore (sob!).

It was to be a lovely, sunny Tuesday, and I'd been up since 2 (because that's how pregnant Roo rolls). Around 3ish I started to feel pressure pretty regularly and was wondering if I was finally feeling those Braxton-Hicks monstrosities I'd kept hearing about. It's been a long time so I'm not entirely clear on the timeline, but I texted my mom around the time she'd be getting up and going to work and told her. She got all kinds of excited, absolutely forbad that I go into labor a week early! and generally celebrated with me in the possibility of all this nonsense being over.
I warned Pooh when he got up to get ready for work that I'd be going to the hospital to let them peek at me and send me home like the loony I am. We agreed he should go ahead on to work since there was likely nothing to worry about. However, by 630-7 it became clear that I would not be able to wait as long as I'd hoped and I called up my good friend and volunteer, Natalia, to come get me. Bless her heart, she hustled her darling 9 month old girl into the car and took me to the hospital where I was entrusted to a nursing student.
A nursing student. Let's ponder that a moment, shall we?
730am I'm being monitored. I keep being monitored until around 1030 when the sweet girl comes in with that IV on wheels thingy and starts poking me and when I ask what on earth is going on she tells me I'm being admitted.
Uh, ok.
Soon afterward I go ahead and get an epidural because I'm nowhere near ready to start pushing and I'm so tired! I also alert the masses (aka my family) and dear Natalia is still there! I will never be able to repay her for that. She stayed the whole day (we watched "Dogs 101" and took a lovely collective nap) until Pooh was finally able to get away from work (roughly 1-2pm) and then a little extra, only leaving when her husby would get home and need a quick bite before rushing off to class. Bless you, girl.
Luckily for me, my mom was able to get a flight out that afternoon and she showed up just in time! Like, the last hour of pushing. And boy, am I glad she did! My new nurse (they "upgraded" me once they admitted me) was also a sweet, dear girl, but her counting was driving me insane!!
Sample: "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... You're doing so great! Keep going!... 6... 7... 8..."
If you don't know what's wrong with this, you've likely never been in labor nor in a band.
So, my mother who not only had gone through labor and been in band, she'd also been in the Army! So counting is easy-peasy to her. And she did it well. Bless you, mother.
So, with mother and husband in the delivery room, sister and brother-in-law (who brought mom down from the airport) in the waiting room, at 724pm, our dear Piglet James came protesting into the world. He hasn't really stopped protesting since.
He is my favorite little monster/stinker/"Toots McGee" in the whole world and I love him dearly. He was worth all the hours of no sleeping. 
Not so sure about the current hours, though.

Been A Long Time...

That applies to so many things at the moment. Like, it's been a long time since my last post. Been a long time since I took any pictures, mostly because it's been a long time since I did any laundry so there's clean laundry strewn around and heaps of dirty in strategic locales. Been a long time since I should've posted Piglet's birth story, so I think I'll do that here in a moment, assuming he's still asleep in the next 5 or so minutes.

So basically, this post was just to remind everyone I'm alive and let y'all know everyone survived Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the New Year to boot.

Now the title applies to when this post was written. Sheesh.