easter eggs and tornado warnings

We are under another severe thunderstorm/tornado warning. Again. Nothing irritates me more than a tornado warning. When we lived in Arkansas I felt like I needed to take anger management classes just to deal with the hours of weather coverage on the television. I spent the night before I had Bella in the bathtub with the sirens going off. Totally annoyed. I had two requests when we left Arkansas 1)i wanted to be closer to home 2) I didn't want to live anywhere close to ANY tornado belts. I guess the Army didn't get the memo in either instance. Give me a good snow storm any day but this tornado business is for the birds.

The kids are getting annoyed with the storms as well. It seems to be raining every other day. They are tired of being stuck inside when it is raining and stuck inside when it's not because of the mud. I decided today would be a great day to dye our Easter eggs. The girls are usually super impatient waiting on the eggs. They constantly plop them in and out of the container and make a huge mess. The process went surprisingly smoother than I expected today. I suggested we make our own personal pizzas while we waited on the eggs to be "ready". Both the eggs and pizzas turned out fantastic!

preschool egg hunt

Today was the egg hunt at Bella's preschool. I had a previous appointment and Jason arranged to take Bella to the egg hunt. She had a lot of fun looking for the eggs and eating lunch with Daddy!

what was i waiting on

I originally purchased a double jogging stroller from BRU. It wasn't the most expensive model on the market but I thought it would be fine for walking. Several of my friends have been raving about the BOB for two years now and how awesome it is. I have looked at it each time one of my friend sends me the sale emails. I wondered if the quality and ease of the stroller actually justified the cost. In my mind it didn't. For two years I made the best of the one I had. This winter it became increasingly difficult for me to push the 20 pound stroller, 30 pound Will and 25 pound Amelia, preggo with a hernia. I finally broke down and made the big purchase. The seats actually are very padded and comfortable. The best part, the canopies are independent and the little ones no longer fight over whether it is down or up. I can honestly say, I too, am now in love with BOB.

having a baby

**** I have had this post written for a couple of weeks but have been waiting quietly and patiently for a photo opportunity.

It's no big secret that we are frequent flyers at the OB/GYN's office. Three kids in three years is a pretty good push. No pun intended. You would think that I am one of those women that just love being pregnant. I'm not. I love having the baby but the process involved in getting it here, for me, is exhausting.

Regardless of how much fun I am having, the girls absolutely love going to see my OB. Even when I wasn't pregnant, Bella liked to take a surprise trip to see "Dr. Meano". She actually threw an all out fit once when we went to the post office instead of to the doctor. I should point out that I'm not a bizarre stalker of doctor's offices. I have become friends with both of my nurses. Some people think this in itself is bizarre but like I said, frequent flyers. The girls are also treated like queens at the doctor's office. It's totally ridiculous and they love it!

The baby bump is ever present once again. Bella is very aware that there is a baby in my belly and asks me every day when it's going to come out and live with us. She and Amelia play "let's have a baby" several times a week. One of them will lay on the floor with a doll up her shirt while the other "delivers" the baby. The baby just miraculously appears (or "pops" out as they say) and then they switch places. I have explained the best I can to a 4 & 2 year old how a c-section works. I know that they now think that this is how all women have babies. Totally fine with me. I'm not particularly ready to explain the alternative to either of them yet.

good timing

Just this week I posted the pics of Will's new bed. I knew his crib days were numbered. The girls had just woken up from their naps yesterday and were talking to Grami on the phone. I was sitting by them and heard one of the doors opening. I thought for a minute I was losing my mind. I looked down at both the girls sitting by me. Both girls are sitting there and Will is still sleeping in his crib. Who is in our house?! Out walks Will. A huge smile on his face, his dog tucked under his arm. He simply waves at me and says "Hi". Then walks into the toy room like it's something he does everyday.

I never imagined he would climb out of the crib THREE days after the bed arrived. I guess it's one benefit to being Type A. Jason and I had discussed the purchase of the bed. I wanted to buy it now. Even if we didn't use it right away, it was here for when we needed it. Jason thought we had time to wait and there wasn't a hurry to buy.

I am happy and relieved to say that the first night in the big bed was uneventful. Daddy laid him down and he actually stayed in bed. He slept quietly until 4:30 this morning. I hope the transition continues to go this smoothly!

*** Will continues to sleep well in the big bed at night. Naptime on the other hand is an ABSOLUTE nightmare. It takes Will at least an hour to stop screaming, stay in the bed and fall asleep. If he manages to accomplish this without waking the girls up, they seem to wake up as soon as Will finally falls asleep. Of course he then he wakes up again. It has been a miserable, exhausting few days.