His "Guys"

A couple of weeks ago, the "guys" came back to put some sod down in the backyard (it was literally a mud pit after all of the construction). Gavin was VERY happy about this. He was screaming, "Mom, my guys back! My guys are back, Dad!" while watching them through the window in the playroom.

Well, he was happy until he realized what they were doing (putting down new grass over the mud). Then, he started screaming at the guys, "Stop guys! No cover my mud! I need that mud! That MY mud! Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Poor kid.

Girl's Weekend ~ February 2012

As I said yesterday, a few of my girlfriends and I had a February girl's weekend in Harrisonburg planned for the last couple of months. Steph, April, Jen, Brandy, Brandy's son (Carter), and Brandy's husband (Iad) came down on Saturday for some food, tv, and relaxation.

Gavin highly enjoyed playing in Aunt Stephie's purse.

And Miss Viv loved wearing everyone's sunglasses.

Carter had a ball playing with his two BFFs and all of the new toys.

Brandy and I compared bellies (Brandy is due April 7th).

The girls left on Sunday morning, but not before we got a few pics.

One week down...

... 8-15 weeks to go.

As expected, the last week has sucked. It all started on Friday (2/24) with the doctor's appointment that showed I had a short cervix. Saturday was great because a few of my favorite ladies (Steph, Jen, April, and Brandy) came down for a pre-planned girl's weekend (I'll blog more about this later). Unfortunately, it wasn't as exciting as planned (we basically sat in our living room, watched television, and ate snacks and pizza). But, we had a lot of fun watching the kiddos play (Brandy's son, Carter, and husband, Iad, also came down) and chatting about anything and everything.

The girls left around 11am on Sunday and then we were on our own. For the rest of the week. Here are the highlights:

• Gavin snuck into the main floor half bath, filled the sink with toilet paper, and turned the water on HIGH. Until it overflowed. Everywhere. This left a liquid-soaked toilet paper residue all over the floor and sink. By the way, did I mention that he was only in there for 3 or 4 minutes? I'm not sure how he does it.
• On Monday night, Wes got a stomach bug. He was awake most of the night and sick the entire next day. Tuesday was awful. I was on one couch, Wes was on another couch, and the kiddos were running wild. It was lovely.
• On Wednesday, Wes got the hiccups. If you know anything about Wes, you know that the hiccups are comparable to the plague for him. He gets them for hours on end (in fact, we had to go to the E.R. for a valium shot after he had a nine-hour bout with the hiccups one time) and they are the deepest hiccups I have ever heard. He got them on four separate occasions through out the day. One hour the first time, 30 minutes the second time, three hours the third time, and two hours the fourth time. It was terrible. Every time he thought they were gone, they came back a little while later. It was ridiculous.
• Did I mention that the kiddos have been crazy? Well, they have. Ridiculously moody, cranky, and overall confused. They have definitely realized that something is different. How do I know? Well first of all, they ask us tons of questions about the situation: "What's wrong, Mommy?" "Why you layin' down, Mom?" "Why Mommy not coming?" Second, Vivian wants to cuddle with me all of the time (which is just not like her- she's not the cuddly one of this fam) and keeps pretending to be a baby. And Gavin, well, is insane. He's turned into this terribly disobedient child who has blatantly said "No" just about every time I tell him that I'm going to put him in time-out. He has totally realized that I'm not going to get off the couch and he's using this knowledge to his advantage. They're adjusting.
• We took a trip to the doctor on Friday and got some good news. My cervix has lengthened from 14-16 last week to 24-29 this week! This is very good news! Even though it's still too short (anything under 30 is cause for concern), the hormones and bed rest seem to be doing their job. 
• We had a couple of delicious meals delivered this week- thank you, Sharlene and Lori!
• GG (my mom) came over this morning and is staying until tomorrow afternoon (I'll blog more about this visit later). This has definitely been a nice break for us.

It's been a crazy first week, but I think we're settling into a groove of sorts. The twins' third birthday party has been postponed until further notice and potty training has been put on hold. 

Here's to 8-15 more weeks of craziness!

A Little Excitement

I've been in the market for a blender lately, but could not bring myself to spend $40 on it. So when Aunt Brandy recently found one for $16 (!) and gave me a call, I told her to BUY IT immediately. Well, she brought it by last weekend and earlier this week, we made our first batch of smoothies!

To say the least, Vivian and Gavin were a little excited about it all.

We all can't wait to make more in the coming weeks!

Mar-yur, Sti-yur, Cra-yur

In general, we find it easier to understand Gavin, as opposed to Vivian, when he talks. But there are a few words (or sounds) that Mr. Gavin is completely incapable of pronouncing. One of these sounds is a "ck" sound. But, only if its in the middle of a word. He can clearly say any word that begins with a "c" sound, but when its in the middle of a word, that "c" or "ck" sound turns into a "y". Just watch the videos to see what I mean.

The first video is of Vivian saying the words: marker, cracker, and sticker.

The second video is of Gavin (who was a little upset at the beginning) trying to say the same three words.

I don't know why he does it, but he's terribly consistent.

February 2012 Facebook Posts

While most of our friends and family have Facebook accounts, there are a few of you who have held out for one reason or another. So, I thought I'd start a new end-of-the-month post where I copy and paste all of my Facebook statuses about the kiddos. And since I tend to write Facebook status updates more than I blog, it will be nice to have those short stories on here, too.

Here are my Facebook status updates about G & V (that I didn't already write about on here) from February.

February 2nd

Last night, Vivian kept asking for more food at dinner. She was hungry. As I filled her plate for what seemed like the 3rd or 4th time, I said, "You're such a cute little piggie." She responded with, "I not wittle piggie! I Vivian!"

February 16th

Me: "Who wants Lunchables for school today?"
Vivi: "YAY! I do!"
Gavin: "I don't want Lunchables. I want my Daddy."
Me: "Sorry, Budby. Daddy is gone for the day. He'll be back tonight."
Gavin: "I don't want any lunch. I want my Daddy. I need a hug from him."

Poor kid.

February 17th

Gavin: "You are Gavin Charlie Rosier."
Vivian: "Dat you! Not me!"
Gavin: "I be teacher! You be Gavin Charlie Rosier!"
Vivian: "I not Gavin! I teacher! You Gavin!"

Then they both started crying in frustration.

February 25th

Viv: "Is Carter here?"
Wes: "Carter will be here when you wake up from your nap this afternoon."
Gav: "We take nap right now?"
Wes: "You want to go to sleep right now?"
Gav: "Yes! Let's go nap now!"
Viv: "Yeah! No lunch, just nap now!"

These kiddos can't wait for their BFF Carter to come over!

February 25th

Fav quote of the morning:

Wes is trying to blow dry Vivian's hair upstairs and she is not having it. Gavin tries to calm Vivian down while Wes is brushing and drying her hair by saying: "It not be so bad, Viv. It be so nice. You can do it."

February 26th

So we've known for a while now that Gavin is capable of singing his ABCs from start to finish, but whenever we ask him to do it, he refuses or says he doesn't know how.

Well tonight as he was trying to get wes to come back in the bedroom after wes left, he crawled up to the door, put his little face down on the floor, and loudly sang his ABCs (from beginning to end without ANY mistakes) underneath it. Then he said, "See? I did it. will you come back now?"

This kid.

February 27th

After Wes said he would take G & V outside to play (where we have our riding lawn mower parked, among other things), Gavin said:

"I love my mower. He my best friend. I gonna hug him."

What can I say? The kid loves his mower.

February 28th

Gavin: "I want a cookie!"
Wes: "No cookies befor enap."
Vivi: "But it's cookie time! It's cookie time! It's cookie time!"
Wes: "No, it's not."
Gavin: "Yes it is!"

And now they are chanting together, "It's cookie time!"

This shit sucks because...

... I have to remain horizontal for at least 95% of my day. Enough said.

But, there are so many other things that suck because of this requirement.

Specifically, this shit ridiculously sucks because...

• I can't go get my haircut before Chocolate Marker arrives.
• I can't paint any of the furniture that was on my "paint this furniture when it gets warm outside" list.
• I can't go visit my BFF, Brandy, when she has her baby girl in a few weeks as I had originally planned.
• The twins can't have their third birthday party when planned. They're just going to have to wait until a month or so after Chocolate Marker arrives.
• We can't go to the mall to take more family photo booth pictures.
• I can't go shopping... for anything.
• I can't teach.
• I can't take the kiddos to the park or watch them play outside in our backyard. Actually, I can't take the kiddos anywhere.
• I can't go out to eat.
• I only get to leave the house to go to the doctor... joy!

But what sucks the most is that Wes woke up with a stomach virus this morning. Great.

More Ponytail Love

They're Silly

Especially when they get to play outside.

Are you f-ing kidding me?

This is what I said to my doctor yesterday after she gave me some not-so-great news.

Let me start by saying that Chocolate Marker (baby Rosier #3) is only at 25 weeks right now.

I went to the doctor yesterday afternoon to have my cervix measured (I've been doing this every 2 weeks for 4 weeks now) and my cervix has continued to shorten in length (which is bad). It started off 4 weeks ago measuring at 51-53, then it measured at 31-34 two weeks ago, and today it was 14-16 (which apparently is very dangerous). After my appointment, I was sent directly to the hospital for monitoring (to see if I was contracting), a shot of steroids (to try to develop the baby's lungs in case of preterm delivery), and a urine analysis (to see if I had an infection). The good news was that one of my co-workers (Thanks, Alison!) was available to come over and watch the kiddos so that Wes could come with me.

The results? I am not contracting at all, I got the shot (and I have to get another shot today), and I do not have an infection. I was sent home last night, but this means that they are not sure why my cervix is shortening. 

I have been put on strict bedrest (I have to remain horizontal), I have to do hormone therapy (which I will start today at home), and I have to go back to the hospital this afternoon to get another steroid shot. The hope is that the hormones will stop the shortening of the cervix (although lengthening it is unlikely at this point) and the steroids will develop the baby's lungs 1-2 weeks ahead of it's actual age (so, for example, if I deliver at 28 weeks, the baby's lungs will be around 30 weeks).

The weird part is that I feel fine. Like totally fine. Much better this time around than when I was pregnant with the twins. Fingers crossed that I can make it to at least 34 weeks... we'll have to just wait and see.

Here's a pic of Vivi and I on Day One of strict bed rest.