Sleeping Like Daddy...

For the most part, Waylon sleeps on his own, in his own crib.  But usually to put him to sleep, he snuggles between Patrick and myself.  Treasured moments.

The other night, not only Waylon drifted off, but Patrick did as well.  In their resting faces, I was amazed by what I saw.  The arch of their eyebrows, the line of their lips, the shape of their chins... all identical.  And their right arms, both thrown onto their heads, hands limp.

I birthed a clone.  A beautiful, smiling, ever joyful clone.

When we first found out we were expecting our little man, Patrick said to me,"This baby is going to look just like me."  I laughed, and he laughed, but he insisted his genes were stronger than my own.  I didn't put too much stock in his words.  I mean honestly, there was a 50/50 chance, right?

Wrong.  Now don't get me wrong.  There are moments, expressions, that I can see myself mirrored in Waylon's face.  But mainly, I see my husband.  Even the way Waylon stands, leaning on one foot and crossing his other over, is just the way Patrick stands.  

But now, with baby number 2, I can't help but wonder...

Will this one be another clone of my husband, or maybe, just maybe I'll have a little girl that looks just like me.  

Either way, I can't lose.

18 Weeks... Pregnancy #2

It is so hard to believe that I am here again.  18 weeks pregnant.  5 1/2 inches of baby, almost half a pound of another human, floating around inside me.  This go round, I am showing earlier and feeling the baby kicking already as well.

So many things are different this time, and so many things are still the same.  I still got intense morning sickness, during which I was pretty sure I was going to die (not to mention the stomach flu that sent me to the hospital with dehydration!).  I am still getting random aches and stretchy feelings while my uterus grows and changes.  But my stomach feels entirely different.  The poking out part is higher and seems to go across my entire middle.  Waylon was this super low, poochy abdomen forever.

I also have such strong feelings that this little Baby Cake is a girl.

Trying not to get our hopes up, as we would love a girl to go with our boy, but that would be awesome!

Living For Seconds

It was just a simple helium balloon.  Bright yellow, with a giant smile on its face.  We were standing in a chocolate shop, and suddenly Waylon was squealing and laughing with delight.

His eyes were fixed on the bright floating balloon ahead of us, reaching his arms out to grab it, if he could.  His laughter was infectious, and soon Patrick and I were both giggling along with him.

We bought the balloon that day.  We don't have the type of budget to buy everything we see, but $4 for our son's happiness (he still LOVES balloons) was nothing to pay.  He laughed every time we brought it close to his face, then jerked it back.

We live for seconds.  As much as we rush, rush, rush, Waylon is just growing faster and faster.  It is only these precious moments that we can cherish.  We have to slow down and enjoy each second as it ticks by us.  Just this week I have noticed how much his face has been maturing, the baby softness becoming more and more like a little boy each day.

Live for seconds.  We may still be looking for a house.  We may worry about money from time to time.  We may rush to work and think that is where we can impact our family in the best way.  None of that matters.  What matters is learning to live in and cherish each moment before it passes by.