In case you were wondering where I was in all the pics...

Here I am!

More Walker Pictures...

Daddy's boys



Shelby can't stop petting his head




How could I not include this picture?




Daddy welcomes his new son




Mema gets Walker to open his eyes



Shelby loooooooves HER new baby




Less than one day old




"Cat that ate the canary" grin




Wyatt's new camera smile




Whole family at the hospital

Introducing....

Walker Noah Landry!

9 lbs 14 oz
20.5 "

 

I'll have more pics as soon as my computer or iphone decide to stop torturing me when I attempt to load them.

Things I had forgotten but now remember since last pregnancy...

1. the last two weeks becomes a constant battle of cleavage or midriff shirt tugging.
2. that there is no such thing as reaching a state beyond constant dehydration
3. a restroom must always be in the vicinity (see #2) but can be complicated by the presence of your other two children.
4. the absolute inability to keep your shirt clean. If it misses your chest, your belly manages to catch it. I removed my shirt the other night to find a jelly stain that I must have leaned into earlier and had been sporting for hours.
5. the reason I made a "no pictures of me in my last trimester" rule.
6. that walking up the stairs now gets me as winded as running up them...10 times.
7. a new understanding of why women were always fainting and a deep appreciation for all the women forced to wear a cinched garter. This is the closest equivalent to the steel band around my middle currently.
8. a deep and abiding appreciation for Sonic ice.
9. that my house seems so HOT despite the shivering of my husband nearby.

And a few others that I will spare everyone from reading.

We're in the home stretch now!!!

So...

it's August

in Texas

with a 4 year old

and two year old

9 months pregnant

with melting ice cream.

I get that everyone is hot and I may or may not be in my most rational state of mind or 100% hormonally balanced.

With that said, I feel the need to state that I cannot guarantee how I will respond next time I go to HEB for groceries and I see someone pull out of the "parking with children" space WHO CLEARLY HAS NO CHILD!

Oh hello woman in your zippy, coordinating workout clothes. Yes, by all means park there. I'm sure that what the sign meant was if you have EVER had a small child then you qualify. Clearly you are not currently one as
a. you have no child with you
b. your outfit matches
c. your hair is done
d. you are wearing eyeliner...and it is straight

Perhaps I am overreacting a leeetle bit (see hormonally balanced comment above). I just think it's a tad selfish. They know that there is a fine for handicapped spots but not the young children spots.

Maybe I will just wait for universal justice to strike. Or maybe I will return home with only 7 eggs in my carton.

just kidding!

sort of...

Long Days and Short Years...

I read this poem and it really struck a chord. I love the last stanza. I look at old pictures and it's a little shocking. They really are growing up!

Enjoy!

(try not to cry..I failed at this but you might not be as hormonal as I am right now)


Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

Only one bad egg...

Lest you think all Easter egg hunts ended as poorly as before. Here are some pics of Shelby's Easter egg hunt at school which was a much bigger hit than the neighborhood one previously mentioned.



Please note the furry, hot pink basket personally selected by Shelby.