Happy Valentine's Day!

 

A breakfast of bananas, yogurt, and cinnamon toast with a side of balloons and crowns.  I love these little bugs and their daddy (who is in Canada right now!).

xoxox

Scott at 3.3333 years

Scott says the greatest things lately.

While holding two plastic guns: 
"My guns are FEARIOUS! My guns are ELECTRIC!  My guns will GIVE YOU OWIES!  If you are a bad guy."

Talking to his preschool teacher who was giving him special painting time:
"(Audible sigh.) I am just really loving you right now."

Talking to me after I carried him out of bed to go look at the moon one night:
S "That was so fun Mom."
M "Scott, you know I love you?  Higher than the highest mountain!" (see, there's this book about a baby owl and his mom who say things like that)
S "I love you taller than the tallest tree!"
M "I love you louder than the loudest drum!"
S "Oh.  I would play that drum."

Fleece

Expecting

 

I've been having a lot of fun lately: when someone asks me how I am, I get to say "I'm pregnant!"

We're expecting a little one at the end of August.  Luke and I had a sneak peek last week and everything looks fine.  We're getting pretty good at reading the ultrasound images and Luke pointed out all the structures before the the midwife had the chance.

Three little Wagner children.  Whoa.  I couldn't be happier!

 

Baby is about this size right now.  The little doll is something I put in Luke's stocking.

Park part II

Complaining was boring.

Took the neighborhood to the park.

Even the easiest job is hard

I have a perfectly flexible job.  I get to spend 20 hours a week, any 20 hours, working remotely as a health physicist.  But little ones who attend daycare get SICK, and daycare/preschools stay closed for a long time over the holidays, so my plan of having only 4-5 nighttime working hours each week (15-16 during childcare time) has been increased to 15 nighttime working hours each week.  And nighttime working as a mother of little ones is not the same as nighttime working before little ones: there is a lot of laundry to do, and meals to fix, and house to clean after bedtimes.  So even with the kindest neighbors and most helpful visiting parents, I'm tired of work.

Complaint posts are boring.  No cute pictures.  And, come on, there's really no time to complain here ... work needs to get done!

A friend of mine wrote a dissertation from 7 pm - midnight for months, after she put her 2 little boys to bed.  While her husband was working at a start up.

I am in awe of the single parents out there holding it all together. 

Yeah yeah, my life's pretty sweet, I know it.