Productivity Amongst Chaos

Reluctant to say that Logan has continued to be a stink. Yesterday I had enough of his toys being put up. Tristan and I talked about staying here another lease term and having the kids share a room and the thought of this allows me to ... "nest" or get ready. So, I decided I was going to pull all of Logan's toys out and dump everything in to a pile and vacuum out the dog hair, man oh man was it every where. Somewhere amidst moving all his furniture to one side of the room and dumping the bins my back decides that it is going to go out.

I freaked, this is the 3rd time this year, count it the THIRD time. Tristan was sleeping and reasonably so. I thought I would give my back a chance to rest and laid flat on the floor. Bad idea, I couldn't move. I couldn't really do anything and I had to have Tristan come help me up as well as getting Logan a couple times because he was being so ridiculous. My back going out really puts a damper on things but I did manage to finish the cleaning some how last night.

I moved all his posters and pictures to one side, all of his bins and shelves, everything. The left side of the room is empty and ready for Olivia's stuff to move in. Tristan said that me cleaning Logan's room made him happy because Olivia having her own space makes her a real person. He said it sucks, her not having her own room, us not having anything to decorate. I'm pregnant. Don't need to tell me that. We also agreed that I could go crazy buying Princess posters to decorate her side. They aren't that expensive and I stock piled on Super Hero posters when I was pregnant with Logan and even now. I guess I've always had posters and identity in my room and it's how I identify with space. Either way, I'm excited. I'm excited that Tristan is finally excited. That he can finally see that it's coming quick and we need to start shopping, man oh man I can't wait to shop. ♥

On a different note, Tristan has been working non stop the last two weeks or so. It is a blessing and a curse. A curse in that I really have no time to see him or talk to him or anything at all with him. I miss him. He's always sleeping or working and I'm miserable about it. It's a blessing in that Tristan has been feeling inspired and motivated since we got caught up on bills and has had some much needed time to write. He finished chapter one in his first book and is working on character development. This makes me happy because for some time he was miserable. Now he's just miserably tired. The other obvious blessing is over time. We are caught up but as of yet have no extra money. This will help. :) I'm just really glad this isn't permanent because this guy doing the schedule is Terrible.

I did manage to get some more quilting supplies. A bigger cutting board which is sooo nice, a tiny pair of scissors, material to make Tristan a quilt, which is already half done, half the backing to our other dog quilt because I was tired and didn't calculate things times two, and a teeny pair of super sharp scissors. I can't wait til either of our puppy quilts are done because as "simple" as they are [as my mother would say] they are going to be Beautiful and they bring me comfort just looking at them.

I even managed to finally finish my penguin pillow case which led Tristan to tell me that he wants me to make him some new pillow cases, this makes me happy and feel needed. I Love hearing things like this. ♥ So, I'm in the process of making him an "I woof you" pillowcase. When I say in the process I mean to say that my machine has spasmed and is in the process of going on strike. This happened in January when I was working on his birthday present. Apparently I can't make him anything???

Oooh, exciting news! We've decided to do a home birth. I really wanted to do one with Logan but we had a couple little yipers and my mom is semi high strung when it comes to her house so at the time it was not a realistic option, seeing as how I wanted to be as relaxed and stress free as possible during the birth. I contemplated it with Olivia but didn't know I could seeing as how we're on the third floor, or how Tristan would feel about it. Completely supportive. :) He said it stresses him out less knowing that if I go in to labor and he's not here I don't have to try and rush anywhere or wait for anyone and try and take care of Logan and what not.

I couldn't recall what my labor was like with Logan. I knew I wasn't screaming or cursing. I do remember saying I would never have children, or sex again, and I remember being completely exhausted. I asked my sister and she said I was good and that's the only thing she remembers too. Pretty sure I did scream when he crowned. I felt my hips split. Good stuff.

The only thing I'm nervous about is who is actually going to be there. I know I'm going to be extremely huge and extremely naked and not so comfortable letting it all hang out for everyone. I guess we will see when I go in to labor because what I wanted before and what I wanted during with Logan were two completely different worlds. * I can't wait to hold her *

As I write all of this, my back is killing me, my house is a mess, I'm behind on all my projects, my children are driving me nuts and Tristan is once again gone, but I am content, for the first time in a while.

I would like to take this opportunity to say thank you to Tristan, for working so hard and so diligently, for getting his butt out of bed to make it on time no matter how tired he is and for being so supportive of everything. My love for him is confirmed on a regular basis and I don't know what I would do without him or who I'd be. Thank you, with everything I have. ♥

Logan of the Week

Needless to say, I have quite the personality on my hands. Tristan isn't always home and I like to share so he's not missing out on anything. I called them "Logan of the Days." So, why not blog about. I'm a little backed up so here's my word vomit.

This week I've been running around the house cooking and cleaning... and singing. Little did I know I have a back up singer. He's been walking around the house singing too.

He also started two or three days ago going to the bathroom by himself. I had to move the stool to the side so his little foot didn't fall in the toilet, and I say, it's quite amusing watching him wiggle on the toilet. He gets up there, pees and gets down by himself. He's having one heck of a time with his underwear though. Once he screamed because both legs were stuck in one hole. That was quite hilarious.

He's also been helping me with Everything. And when I tell him to go play with his toys he says, "No, I helping mama." ♥ Steal my heart away. He likes to wipe down cupboards, and pick things up and lately he's been a bit better at picking up his toys and better yet putting them in the appropriate bin.

Just yesterday I was unloading the dishwasher and he went to grab our plastic cutting board. I told him to put it down of he was going to his room, he told me no and he was helping and opened up the right drawer And lifted the top one up so that he could slide it under. That drawer is chaotic and he caught me off guard.

He's also been arguing when I say I love you. "No, I love you More mama." He'll do it for quite some time. It makes my heart smile.
I was on the phone with Tristan yesterday and Logan wanted to talk to daddy. He was running around the front room screaming in excitement and singing to him and ... being crazy. I told Logan to give me the phone or I was going to put him in a hideous outfit. He said no mama. But, I got no phone. So, I stood up and said go to your room, we're going to get dressed. He started crying and saying no mama. I told him he was wearing something ugly and he said in the most pathetic voice, "Oh, mama." Well, the outfit was Actually quite cute, from my grandma in France. He asks to look in the mirror whenever I get him dressed up and yesterday was no exception. He was quite pleased with himself and this morning when we woke up it was cold and I told him to go grab some jammies... he grabbed the outfit.


Last but not least, two days ago I went on a pumpkin frenzy and ended up making pumpkin bunts since I didn't have the proper muffin pan. They took quite some time to cool. I was cleaning up behind myself, something I don't usually do, and I turn around only to see someone making off with a muffin. "Mmm, good muffin mom." I thought it was cute, I couldn't yell. It's pumpkin right? Not sugar? Anyways. I get my muffin ready with cream cheese frosting of course and sit down and eat it and I get full off just one, I'm working on building my blog and a little guy comes up to me with food in his mouth... hmmm??? I go in the kitchen and ask what he's been up to. There is Another muffin on the counter, missing five or six bites. Ya, couldn't yell. It made me smile.

I love him to death and while this post is a little chaotic and a little much I'll try and be on time with the Logan of the days as they come. I've never loved anything more in the world, and I thought I'd share. ♥