Generations.

Grammy. Mom. Makenna. Me

You thought I was dead, right?

Nope. Here I am. Still alive, just busy with my 2 kiddos. Honestly, having 2 kids has kicked my butt! Tagg hated- still doesn't love- the car or his carseat, hates strollers, and was a bear to sleep train. BUT, he is the sweetest thing now and is at such a fun age. In fact, he sprouted his 3rd tooth yesterday. 3 teeth, soon to be 4 at 6 months ain't bad, right??

So, I feel like we can finally come out of hiding because Tagg is more predictable. I feel SO incredibly liberated and WAY more competent as a mother now that he has settled a bit.

As for Carson? He is great. Just a sweet 2 year old with a side of sass. Okay, sometimes its a large ramekin of sass, but he is a good boy. He loves to play soccer, catch and ride his bike and scooter. He is the master imitator and loves his little brother to pieces. He still loves his momma too. :) Just the other day he saw a picture of me in my wedding dress and said, "Mommy's so pretty in that pretty dress." I asked Joel if he had ever mentioned anything about that picture or our wedding to him and he hadn't. I wonder where he came up with the whole "pretty" thing? I don't know, but I'll take it!

One of the other main reasons I haven't blogged is because Joel accidentally deleted my Windows Live Writer. I downloaded it again, but it is not the same and I don't know how to get to post on my blog. I am usually not so stupid with computer programs, but I couldn't for the life of me figure it out. Any help?? Blogger is just a drag to use after you have used Live Writer...

Anywho. I hope to be updating here and there again as soon as someone can walk me thru the new Windows thingy.

Toodles.

Taggart Bennett

{in pictures}

Saturday February 12, 2011

Checked in 9am

Pitocin started at 10:30am

Water broke at 2:21pm

Epidural at 2:45pm

Taggart arrived 4:24pm

6lbs 13oz

19.5”

more to come…

Crunch time…

I’ve just barely come to terms that within 2 weeks I will have a newborn. Honestly, I have been in denial this entire pregnancy. I am not sure why because we wanted this baby boy. We planned this and are ecstatic to meet him. But somehow between the holidays, working, Carson’s birthday and everyday life as a mom/wife, I have been able to keep busy and keep my mind off of the pregnancy… until about the last week.

Now it’s just painfully obvious I am 38 weeks pregnant:

I breathe really loud- not just as I walk up the stairs, but all the time.

My stomach has pretty much been stretched to capacity. Still no stretch marks though. I’m crossing my fingers it stays this way.

I waddle, or some variation of it. And bending down to get something? Forget it. I call Carson in to get it for me.

I lie in bed, roll from side to side, and wrestle my 18 pillows in attempt to get comfortable. I even sigh really loud at times in hopes to get sympathy from Joel.

I feel like I pee with every contraction, sneeze, cough or laugh.

I am irritable. I am emotional. I cry (way too) easily.

I feel like I would do anything to get my sweet babe here.

Then, I remember these are my last days with (only) Carson.  I cannot believe what a big boy he's become-update coming soon- and how much he has changed in the past 2 months. I am trying to soak him in as much as I can. I love that little boy so much and know that he is going to be a great big brother.

I cannot wait to see their sibling relationship develop. Brothers. Best friends. Enemies at times, I am sure.

I know I am in for quite a ride. But, I am ready. I am grateful. I am overwhelmed.

It’s crunch time!