Second baby shower???

Ok, so the message board I am on all the time has this question a lot. Is it ok for a person to want a shower for their second/third.. etc. baby?? I still have all the big stuff, the crib, the swing, the walker.. but I gave away all of the clothes I had for Brenan smaller than about 18 months. Even if it was totally without gifts, I think all babies deserve their own party. Why should we only celebrate the first one? There are people that say "just throw a 'meet the baby' party after you have him/her"... With having a c-section, a newborn, and a two year old tornado, I am really doubting I will feel like planning and throwing a party. There are people on there who get really crabby about it, saying that the moms who want showers for their subsequent babies are being selfish and using their babies for their own personal gain.. to get the things they want. I don't see it that way. Why is it wrong to want to celebrate your new baby with your family, just because you already have a child at home? And, even if the parents do have all the big stuff... every baby uses diapers! Like I said, it is not about the gifts, or getting the things you want, it is about celebrating life. Birthdays are a big deal to me, it is the only day of the year that only ONE person is celebrated. They are being celebrated just because they are here and with us. Why should only the first baby in the family get that celebration before he/she is born?

This morning..

I did not go to sleep until almost 2:30 this morning, I have too many things running through my head. We have gotten an offer on the house, but it is right at $60K less than what we owe on it, and then they want to take closing costs and realtor fees out of that, so the bank would get even less. It upsets me that our realtor even thought this was a good idea, the offer came from her daughter and son in law, which I really don't think is ethical in the first place. Now there is another couple wanting to put in an offer, and they want to rent the house from us until closing so they can get moved down here, they are from out of state. I talked to hubby about this and he said it was fine with him, as long as the bank accepted thier offer first so we knew that they were really buying it. That was the plan anyway, so that was ok with me too. Now, our realtor decides to go out of town, so I have no idea how long it is going to take to get this couples offer so I can submit it to the bank. I was hoping to submit both offers at the same time, so that the bank can choose which one they like better, without having to wait.

Anyway, I had the whole swarming mess of thoughts swirling around in my head... how long it is taking, how upset we are at our realtor, where we are going to live if we do get the house sold, where we are going to put our stuff because we know it won't all fit in an apartment... then the baby stuff, worrying about how tired hubby was when he went back to driving last night after coming home just to shower, everything snowballed and got all mixed up.

Brenan came downstairs at 6:30 and I was really not ready to get up, so I had him come lay by me. Luckily for me, we both went back to sleep. He normally does not do that, so he must have still been tired or he got comfortable fast enough that it escaped his mind to wiggle enough to keep himself awake. We slept for awhile, then my bladder woke me up.. love being pregnant! Brenan woke up not long after I did, even though I was still laying in bed next to him. He told me that he had a dream about a moose that came and told him hi, then played with his toys, then bounced around with him... funny kid. He then had to pull the covers down and see if the baby was ok. He worries as much as I do I think. He put his head on my belly and was talking to the baby, asking him/her if s/he was ok. Then he told me that he could hear the swhoo swhoo swhoo... baby heartbeep. I asked him if the baby was sleeping in there or swimming around. He said baby was sleeping. He laid his head back down on my belly, sat up real fast like something had startled him and said.. "baby swim! silly baby".. and was patting my belly.

Isn't it amazing how easily we forget what really matters. I mean, yes, having a place to live matters but really, as long as I have my little boy and his baby brother/sister... it will all be just fine. Brenan brings me back to earth so much that I don't know what I would do without him. He is so sweet and cares about other people so much that I really wish I could be more like him. I have cut back so much on the negativity while driving and in stores, because I don't want him to learn it. For not having a very good night, I had a great morning, because I get to spend it with my little man and he makes everything ok again.

camera shy..

I know Brenan is not camera shy, whenever he notices one pointed at him he poses and says "cheese!". He does these little dances and sings songs all the time, but I can't ever get it on film, because when he sees me with the camera, he just stops and looks at me with a silly look on his face. Every time I get on to look at other peoples stuff he comes in and tells me he wants a song. I was looking at my sis in laws blog and it was playing "Don't worry, be happy", Brenan was wiggling around and dancing. He came over to the computer desk and was hanging on to the edge. He started wiggling his little bum and said "shake me booty!". I really want to get this stuff on film, because it is hilarious to me! He is growing up so fast and it makes me sad some days to realize that he really is a little boy now.. not my baby anymore. I would also like to get it on camera because my hubby is not home for most of it and he would think it was really funny too. I guess I will have to get better at hiding it.

First fishing trip of the year!

On monday, Daddy had the day off and was bored, so we got out our fishing licenses and poles and drove up to Steinaker. Not really great fishing, we didn't catch a thing, but we had fun and got some sunshine. Brenan liked the sand and helping his dad reel in the poles. There were some friends there that kept honking at him, not sure if he liked that or not... He took off over to the other side of the little cove we were in and was playing in the sand and throwing rocks in the water to watch them "plash!". His hat kept coming off and we would tell him to put it back on or come back and let us help him... you can plainly see which he decided to do. Such a goof!

Playin outside.

Ok, so yes, he is wearing a hoodie and no shoes! He doesn't like shoes any more than his mama does, so he goes without them every chance he gets. His dad won't let him go anywhere without shoes, so he really thinks he is getting away with something when I let him play barefoot. He likes to pose and say "cheese" for me, so there are a couple posed pictures, and the other one he was trying to 'quirt' me with bubbles. Luckily for me his bubble blower doesn't work all that well or I would have been a sticky mess that day.

New haircut.

Brenan's hair was getting too long for my liking. He kept tipping his head back and shaking it back and forth, tickling his shoulders with his hair. I decided it was time to cut it off again. He has some really cute little curls that I love, but we had to cut them off. He sits really well with his feet in the sink, and watches me as I cut off his hair. He thinks it is pretty funny. He does a great job and always thinks he is sooo cute afterwards. This is him showing off his new haircut.

T-ball

I know he is only 2, but he loves playing with anything that has a ball and anything outside.. so this seemed like a good idea. This is the only present he got at Easter. Everything else in his basket was eggs filled with stuff that is really not good for him. Bad momma moment, I know, but he enjoyed it. He actually did great with it. Its pretty funny, after he hits the ball he hollers "me get it, me get it!" and runs after it for all he is worth. He gets upset if anyone else runs to get the ball for him. He hits it fairly accurately for as little as he is. It was so much fun watching him play ball with his daddy.