Top reasons you know you're towards the end

1. I literally forgot my entire purse the other day. Just got in the car and left for the day. 

2. I spent three hours yesterday morning (including driving all the way to the city) wondering if I was having severe pregnancy-related vision loss. Only to realize I had put my left contact lens in my right eye and my right contact lens in my left eye.

3. I have been having this recurrent dream of showing up in the office with no pants.

In other news, we have nothing ready, no crib, no car seat installed, no baby clothes washed, and I still need to google how to breathe during labor... But I now have matching outfits!

Classic Noah

Terah had to sand and paint a closet pole replacement, and let Noah help. 

As he's sanding, he instructs his dad: "You watch the pole, I'll watch TV." 

Grandpa with the boys

Noah and the Alphabet

We have been deliberately relaxed (or lazy) about Noah and his academics.  I have encountered enough highly functioning Adults Who Behave Badly at work that cause us to focus on other life-worthy preschool lessons like how to play nicely and... you can't throw tantrums every time you don't get your way.

However, we live in a competitive and high achieving area and it turns out most children know how to read by the time they enter kindergarten. Considering Noah knew absolutely none of his alphabet, I thought it may be time to focus on it a little. A few weeks ago, he happened to choose an alphabet book about jets from the library and wanted to read it every night. After a week of this, it finally dawned on me to ask him to tell me the letter first. He is now able to remember more than half. I'm sure he knows the jets more than the actual alphabet, but at least we're making some progress?

For the grandparents...



When we showed him this video, he was cracking up at himself for being so squirmy and told us, "I didn't do that!" Uh yes Noah, newsflash, you are always this spastic.

18 Months

Sometimes I reflect on the absurdity of my days... a waddling pregnant mom of two active boys pretending to be an attorney when I can. Nevertheless, Max turned one and a half last month and is moving full speed ahead to boyhood.





At 18 months, he has discovered running. When you say "diaper change" he starts running. When you say "Max, too far" he gives a mischievous smile and keeps running.


A man of few words, he uses whining and grunts to get his way.

He is now holding is own in the realm of I-take-toys-from-my-brother and we can no longer assume Noah is in the wrong.


Adopting the "no hands" philosophy, he absolutely refuses to hold anyone's hands when walking. Not sure how I will be transporting three kids through a parking lot with that kind of attitude.



This child has a temper. If the trains aren't working for him, he will bang them vigorously against the table in frustration.



He is turning out to be quite the little jokester, and we are all enjoying the laughter he brings.

Come to think of it, I believe I just described the classic toddler. Max is now a toddler indeed!