fine...pictures of the growing belly

Some crazy people have been bugging me about putting up pictures of my "progress" into giantness. So here you go:

"Waddling" after Sammy. My legs are still skinny grandpa legs...the pants don't show the bird-like contrast between the belly hemisphere and the stick legs.



Sort-of covered by the life-jacket...but you still see the bulge there.



Probably the best shot I have as of now...this was a couple weeks ago at our family reunion. My cute cousin Lanea (born the SAME DAY SAME HOSPITAL as ME!...my twin) who is about to have a baby the beginning of next month is smaller than I am? I am not due until the beginning of Dec. so I hope you can appreciate I have a ways to go. I wasn't going to post this one thinking my face looks a bit puffy, but then I admitted it IS a bit puffy so here I am.

But let me emphasize that I am really, really grateful for all of these changes and "increases" because it means something wonderful is happening and that I am very blessed. I'm just "swelling" with gratitude.

how do people do this?

People grow up and go away to school, and they even move away from their families, far, far away, FOREVER, and this is just a part of life. But I don't like it that much. Miranda told us the other day that she would have to move out when she got older, but she would live next door. And I almost made her sign a contract right then because HOW CAN PEOPLE STAND IT?

I know many of you whose blogs I read and who have some minute chance of reading this (after I've chased you away with my lack of regular posting, posts about tasteless jokes that are only funny to me because I spend a lot of time with toddlers, and other poor blogging decisions) live far away from your family of origin so maybe you will be able to shed light on this phenomenon. I mean, my own husband falls in your ranks and he seems to survive I suppose. Although I miss my inlaws SO much sometimes that I get the feeling for how it must be.

My meanderings on the topic stem from my brother and sister-in-law's recent move BACK to China for 2 years. It has been BRUTAL. Nevermind that I am currently pregnant= hormones=I laugh about NOTHING until I cry, and cry about EVERYTHING. I could barely speak for a week before they left because I was so sad about them leaving that I basically would have started bawling whenever I tried to squeak out a word.

It was bad enough that they used to have to travel back and forth when it was just Patrick and Xiao Yu, because they are so fun and make up most of what we once called our social life and now call "what we do during whatever time we're not doing the other stuff that we do." But now, they take an adorable, roundy-nosed little squishface 4+ month old with them!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not to L.A. or even NYC or even London. TO CHINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For 2 YEARS!!!!!
Come on people.
But I love them and I appreciate that it is ONLY 2 years for now, and that the purpose is good. I felt much better after I heard the story of Lucas' Chinese Grandmother watching him sleep all night the first night because she was so in love with him and she hadn't been able to see him do all of the adorable things we had. But then I feel worse again sometimes, like...

• When we get to Sunday dinner at the Belnap's and I feel weird about sitting in their seats and there is no baby in the swing next to the table. :( (Yes I am already crying while typing this.)
• When we think about doing something fun and then think how it won't be as fun because they're not with us.
• When I go downstairs in the Belnap's and they are not in their room but a bunch of stuff that reminds me of them IS! (I have only done this once and will NOT be doing it again.) (How will I handle my kids going on missions?!!)
  
• There are lots more but ESPECIALLY....When Sammy asks me every day if he can see Lucas, and when we come into Grandma and Pa's house and the first thing he does EVERY TIME is look around for Lucas, ask for Lucas, tell us Lucas is downstairs and will not believe any dissent from that fact, and, today, after hearing AGAIN that Lucas won't be here for a long time and that he is in China, saying, "I wanna go dere" over and over again.
  

I can't take it. And now I'm about to wax religious but I don't know how people can handle separation, and this isn't even the hard kind that some people are handling right now with their loved ones passing, or being away at war, or having family that doesn't want to or wont see them...
I don't know how you can do it without a knowledge that there is something beyond this life, this temporary existence, where there will be no shortage of time available to experience wonderful feelings and experiences, and potentially no separation from those we love most. That information is the greatest gift I can think of, which makes me think I should be telling other people about that more than I am.

Good thing I sat down to write this. Isn't it nice when you receive insight from your own process of writing down things you need insight on? Another blessing to count.

But I can still miss them and cry about it sometimes, right?

the power of a book

I bought a book for 25 cents at the library about a princess for Miranda and one picture shows her having to put on tons of uncomfortable layers and then she turns out to be a big poofy stiff princess...the end of the book shows how her favorite outfit is just her pajamas or something. ANYWAY.
Miranda came and showed us her version, involving every pajama shirt she has to recreate the puffy princess. I love books.

Here she is telling the tale in her own words:

a couple of laughs

Patrick (my brother), was talking about somebody's chubby little baby. He called it a "fat baby."

Miranda (in a huff): "Patrick! You shouldn't say that!"

Patrick: "Why?"

Miranda (still in a mad voice): "Because he's a child of God!"

Patrick: "Yes. But he's a fat child of God."


Then yesterday, my siblings and parents and the marrieds and kids were all in the front room. Fernando and I had both recently changed stinky diapers by Sammy. Then Fernando, upon whiffing something foul, said,
"Dude, did you go poops again?"

Katie, not looking up: "Yeah...." pause... "Wait, were you talking to Sam?"

spidey

Last night Sammy couldn't (wouldn't?) sleep from around 3:30 until 6 something when I finally got up with him and Miranda who had woken up as a result. He's asleep now at 10:12 am on the floor in the family room so I guess he'll be okay. But that is beside the point of this post. This is the point:

Sam loves Spiderman.

I know this for several reasons:

1. He always asks to watch the DVD of either spiderman 1 (which is no longer working because of his constant carrying around of it) featuring the green goblin or spiderman 2 (working...for now) featuring Doc Octopus or whatever his proper name is--we call him Octopus Man--instead of asking to watch movies more 2-year-old-ish like even Cars or Bolt (which he also loves).

2. He and Miranda act out a play of Spiderman. It is by far the coolest play. It begins with Sammy as Peter Parker just walking around (literally he turns around in one spot) until he gets bit by a spider (Miranda...who informed us she is filling this role only until our new baby is born, whom she has also cast as Harry the friend/enemy of Peter/Spidey)(Which gave her another reason to be glad we are having a boy so it sounds great to me).
Then he wakes up and notices his strength increasing--really REALLY good acting here by Sammy--spikes forming on his fingers to help him climb, climbing skills he demonstrates on the couch and wall, and, not to forget, the ability to shoot webs out of his wrists.
The play continues with the Green Goblin (me) capturing MJ (Miranda again) and Spiderman thwarting me with his webs. Then Octopus Man (Fernando) captures MJ and Spiderman defeats him too (whereupon Spiderman gives out a gleeful un-manly squeal in this version) and proceeds to embrace the much taller but gorgeous MJ as the grand finale. I love this play.

3. If his constant requests to either watch the movie or perform the play (at a variety of venues, I might add) did not confirm his love for Spiderman, his recounting of the play to me at least 40 times last night as I tried to get him to sleep demonstrated the depth of his committment to the character. I think you might see Spidey back on this blog at Halloween.

4. He asked to be painted as Spiderman of course at our block party a few weeks ago and one of the sweet young women did a great job. He loved it. Even if it did leave his face pink for days.


Miranda asked to have a princess crown (also a big surprise ;)

but spent most of her time dancing like a gypsy with some other neighborhood girls for the decent, respectable members of our neighborhood. Oh well. You can't keep that kind of talent hidden.

All in all I have to say that luckily I have realized that I am a mom who actually enjoys the magnification of imaginary play and characterization to this level where it takes over our lives day after day. This realization is probably not a big revelation to those who know me but still, it helps when I am up going through the script at 4 am with my 2 year old Spiderman.

cuuutest

Sorry to be the braggy aunt, but isn't he the cutest?!!!
(You have to click on the word "he"...sorry...I can't copy the pictures here.)
(Too much technical stuff, plus my link didn't show up well...APOLOGIES.)

slimy yet satisfying

After a rainy day, the kids were wandering outside with Pa and Grandma Cynthia and about a-half-an-hour later they came in and dragged Fernando and I outside to see their "collection" of pets.

We knew they loved snails. We just didn't know how much...