Much Needed Update!

I can't believe it's been so long since I've updated my blog! Toby is almost two months old and is growing like a little weed. His appointment isn't until Nov 3 so I won 't know his stats until then...but I can tell he's growing. He is finally out of preemie's and is wearing 0-3 months, though some are still way too big. He pretty much sleeps through the night, although he sometimes wakes up once to eat. Noah is still a very proud big brother and loves him so much -- I am so blessed to have these boys. I love them both so much. Noah is doing very well in pre-k and he has started to love it. lol. He was starting to cry every morning but he's out of that stage now. Is it shocking that Toby isn't even two months old yet and I've already had a pregnancy 'scare'? Yeah, nuts I know. Call us Michelle and Jim Bob Duggar. I only call it a scare because I had a c-section and I hear it's pretty risky to get preggo so soon afterwards. I already have baby fever and Toby is still tiny. I know it sounds crazy, but I already want another one. Hubby and I have always said we would only have two children, but I'm thinking we're going to shoot for a 3rd :)) YAY! Maybe, just maybe I'll have a little girl next. If not, then I'll have my 3 Amigos and will be done. I love my boys!

Laundry and a car wash

I've kind of let the laundry go the past few days, I figure it'll always be there once I get around to it. So, as I was walking past the laundry room and tripped over a laundry basket (or two) I decided it was time to start climbing Mt. Everest. So I throw the Downy ball in, detergent, and bleach. Start up the washer and as I'm waiting for it to start agitating so I can throw in some towels, Noah decides to drive his little monster truck around on the washing machine. I tell him to back away because there's bleach in there. . .and to please hang on to his truck or else it will be another 45 minutes before he would get to play with it again. I go in his bathroom and start cleaning it when I hear a distressed call.

NOAH: "mommmyy, my monser tuck in da washer and I can't get it".
ME: Noah, what did mama tell you about hanging onto your truck and staying away from the washer?
NOAH: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it.
ME: It's okay baby, but when mama tells you something, you need to listen. In a few minutes the washer will be all done and you'll get your truck back. ..and it'll be all clean!
NOAH: Ok, my monser tuck's dirty and it need baff.
ME: Exactly, it's dirty and now it's getting a bath and will be all clean.

Finally, I got his truck out of the washer and handed it to him and boy was he excited. It was clean and he was happy it got a "baff". You know, I almost got frustrated and upset because I had told him to get away from the washing machine and I had warned him that he could possibly drop his truck into the washer. .blah blah blah. But reality is - it's no big deal. One of these days I'm going to be doing laundry, and my little Noah is going to be a man that has a home and family of his own, and I'll wish I was pulling out a little toy truck from my washing machine. Time goes by so fast and I don't want to waste a single moment of it by sweating the small stuff. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful, smart, healthy little boy who literally lights up my life. I don't write these posts about Noah because I'm complaining, I'm merely writing them because I want a record of all the precious memories we're building and I don't want to forget a second of it. I love my life. I love my family.