Ask and you shall receive

Last night for the first time in I-don't-know-how-long no one in the Huckabey house woke up before 4:30 am. Not Texas. Not Curren. And not ME. Woo hoo!! It's amazing what a good night's sleep will do for your sanity.

We had our little Curren baptized yesterday. It was the perfect way to celebrate Father's Day. He wore the same baptism outfit his daddy wore 37 years ago and looked like a little angel. As the minister walked him up and down the aisle and the congregation sang "Jesus Loves Me" I swear there wasn't a dry eye in the place. Silly me, I was all choked up before we even left the house.

In unrelated news, Texas pooped out a penny this morning. Apparently it runs in the family; my mom said I ate one when I was a kid, too. I just hope there's nothing else in his belly that we don't know about.

Can I get some sleep, please

Well, here we are and Curren is 8 weeks old and most of it seems like a bit of a blur. Lack of sleep seems to have erased a lot of it but I do know it's been fun and challenging in more ways than I imagined. And, thankfully, not as hard as I feared it would be. Don't get me wrong, it's not all a walk in the park, but we've settled into a routine and I'm finding that I better at double duty than I thought I would be. Curren is an easy baby and is happy as long as he has a full tummy and a clean diaper. Texas is having his share of ups and downs trying to adjust to sharing mom and dad's attention, but he loves his little brother and, as always, keeps us entertained with his questions and charismatic personality. You'll never meet a more outgoing 2 year-old. Sadly, it amazes me how many adults will ignore a child who is speaking to them. As if they don't exist or couldn't possibly desire a response to "Hi, how's it goin'?" Oh well.

A photo journal of the last 8 weeks....

Almost there

Well, I'll be 37 weeks tomorrow and yesterday was my last day at work. It's a relief to have one less thing to worry about. I get the occasional burst of energy, but for the most part I'm pretty tired and definitely ready to not be pregnant anymore. I told the little guy he's more than welcome to come any time after my doctor gets back in town this weekend. Texas seems like he's starting to get the idea that a baby is coming soon. He says his name is "Brother" and he's going to make him laugh. Too cute.

Trip to San Diego/30 weeks and counting

Here are some pics from a recent trip to San Diego with my parents. We went to celebrate Dad finishing his radiation treatment (yay!). Unfortunately he was feeling pretty lousy but we all had a decent time anyway. We went to the zoo and Seaport Village but came home early when it started raining.

I'm currently 32 weeks (30 weeks in these pics) and looking forward to maternity leave. Being 8 months pregnant, working full-time and chasing around a 2 and a half year-old is wearing me out! I'm really hoping this little guy decides to come early like Texas did. I'm betting on sometime between the 13th and 17th. Anyone care to place a bet? :)

You'll see in the pics that Scott is growing the rally beard again. For those who don't remember, he decided a month or so before Texas was born that he'd stop shaving until he was born. He decided to start earlier this time. Oddly enough, Texas doesn't seem to notice or care about it. We'll see how surprised he is when it comes off.

I think Texas is starting to get the idea that a baby is coming into our lives. He knows that his baby brother is in mommy's tummy and occassionally hugs or kisses him. I've been explaining that he's going to be born soon and will come live with us and be part of our family. That seems to get him thinking a bit and pondering the idea. I don't know if he really gets it or not. I guess we'll soon find out.

Tex and Daddy watch some monkeys

The Belly

Texas gives the gorilla a kiss
A fire engine!

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