Welcome to the world Oliver!

Oliver Allen McClure was born on Monday, February 24 at 5:37am. He weighed in at 7 pounds and 11 ounces and 20.5 inches long.

Mom and baby are doing great and will get to head home tomorrow.

Everyone is already smitten with the little guy, including big brother Zach.

Cleaning melt down

Today Zach threw a fit because he wanted to clean the toilets. And then he was upset I made him wash his hands. And finally I may have freaked out when he tried to touch the toilet brush to his face.

It has been a weird day.

I also bought dill pickle potato chips, which is super weird for me....I never buy chips and rarely crave them. I blame it on the 38.5 weeks of pregnant belly. I have officially given up. Bring on all the junk food for the next week until this baby comes.

P.S. the chips are pretty good. They're like salt and vinegar chips without the vinegar.

So pregnant...and they sell make up for a reason, I should use it more often...

Happy Valentines Day!

Usually we do not do anything for Valentines day. We make each other cards like the children we are.

This year Zach and I made cookies for daddy and some other family in the area. About 5 seconds into decorating cookies Zach dropped the sprinkle shaker and I decided I may not have the patience to do valentines crafts with a 2 year old. We started moving at warp speed. Zach got to decorate and we got finished in enough time that I got to keep a shred of my sanity for the rest of the day.

Matt also brought me home flowers. I was shocked. He's pretty awesome with the random surprises but we have a strict no valentines day policy. I figured it was because he's been working so many hours and missing me. At which point a less honest man would agree, "yes dear, that's exactly right". Oh but Matt is honest Abe and pointed out I made a big deal of not getting a card last year.....which was not correct....

I made a big deal of not getting a mothers day card. I'll happily take the flowers and you better believe I'll be pissy again if I don't get anything for mothers day since I'm a brat....and ready to push another kid out any day now.

Whatever the reason I'll take it & display my flowers proudly. I like that I complained about 1 holiday & will forever more get stuff for every small holiday. I think I won out on this & do have a pretty fantastic husband.

Full Term

I am 37 weeks so baby can come anytime! This has easily been the fastest 37 weeks of my life. Zach keeps telling me 'baby sister coming soon'. I keep telling him 'baby boy or girl can hang out where they are at for a few more weeks'. We're excited to meet the new little one, but know its going to be crazy so I'm not in a hurry and just enjoying these last few weeks.

The end of pregnancy fatigue has set in and it's often family nap time instead of just Zach's nap time. I also didn't realize how little I've been cooking until I was making dinner yesterday and Zach told me 'thank you for making dinner mommy'. It was super sweet and maybe even encouraged me to cook more and not just eat Cheerios.

Zach still wants to name baby excavator, but has added on to it...baby excavator truck tractor. I've decided at the final hour I don't like the girl name we picked out...Matt was really impressed.

It's been pretty low key around here. We just keep getting tons of snow, Matt is working crazy hours, and preparing for baby....and of course Zach has decided farts are the funniest thing ever...boys...

Prepare to be amazed

Prepare to be amazed by what I allowed to be hung in the living room of our brand new, beautifully built, new house.....

....a deer head. Specifically the head of the deer that Matt shot while hunting in Michigan this year.

I feel as if it's always staring at me and Zach named it Duckie.

As a bonus creepy feature of taxidermy hanging in our home, I can see it from the bed with our door open. Nothing says wake up like a toddler yelling 'I'm awake mommy' and a dead deer giving you the stink eye. Only 3-4 more weeks at max until I can drink again....

Lets Call it Spunk...

I was going to title this post WTF, but that seemed too negative....so lets call Zach's recent shenanigans "spunk".  Let it be known I did think to myself 'WTF' (which means what the f for those not familiar with text lingo....I'm not judging, I didn't know what YOLO was for a very long time and had to ask a teenager).

I was sitting on the couch and Zach ran along the back side of the couch and smacked me on the back of the head on his way by....just because apparently.  Go directly to time out, do not pass Go.  How spunky of you Zachary.

We were eating breakfast this morning and he got down off his chair, walked behind me, and wiped his nose on the back of my shirt and laughed....oh boys, so much spunk in them.

Apparently it is tough being 2 years old.  A little boy full of snips and snails and puppy dog tails....and sass and stubbornness and wrestling and noise.  I don't think I'll ever understand boys or men for that matter.

Mother of the year

I have once again claimed mother of the year. This award was received for accidentally harming my own child.

I was handing him a toy plow (it connects to his toy tractor so he can pretend farm inside....yes, he loves tractors that much) and poked him in the eye.

Yes, I poked my own child in the eye. He is fine and I felt guilty about it for a long time.

To make matters worse, he has a double ear infection so he is already so sad and pathetic. He finally wanted to do something besides sleep and watch the Little Mermaid and I blew it.

2 weeks into the new year and I already claimed mother of the year....this could be a new record.