Is this a preview....

of how my life is about to change?!?!?!

So, I realized I haven't blogged in FOREVER and thought I would try and get caught up. Here is how our crazy, busy, life has been for the last two weeks.

I have mentioned that Carson started a new daycare a little over a month ago. We knew that when he started going to Ms Michelle's there was going to be good and bad as he has never been around other kids, all day, every day. For the most part everything has been good. The most prevalant is how Carson is no longer a picky eater. His eating habits have done a complete 100 % change. He will eat anything and everything now. He also is communicating a lot better with us and using his words. We have been amazed at how we are able to hold conversations back and forth with him better than ever. Downside of this is now we have a MASSIVE attitude. I think this has to do with the fact he is with 3 little girls between 2-3 the majority of the day and they definitley rub off on him. Cory and I are finding it somewhat challenging and learning lessons on how to deal with him as this is new to us :) As you can imagine, this isn't easy for us as I am to the miserable state and am ready to have this baby while Cory is very, very, very laid back and prefers his house to be peaceful. Here are a few of the challenges we have had to face the last 2 weeks:

MONSTERS
Carson has, for the most part, always been a good sleeper. Last week, it was bed time and we did our normal routine. I got his special sippy cup with warm milk ready, told him it was bedtime, he gave hugs and kisses, and we walked to his room. As we turned the corner to his room, he turned around - ran into my legs and started crying. Then he proceed to tell me there were monsters in his room. My initial thinking was "are you serious? Is he old enough to have monsters in his room already?" I got him somewhat calmed down, we walked in his room where I tried to explain to him there were no monsters. He wasn't quite convinced so I debated on whether to get the "monster spray" out and spray water around his room smashing all the monsters but didn't know how that would go so passed on that option. I got all his "friends" in the bed with him and covered him up and told him I would check on him soon. This is what I found when I went back into check on him (I had to remove the life size elmo off of him prior to taking the picture b/c I couldn't see him):

I did ask Ms. Michelle the next morning to find out if they had watched anything or read anything pertaining to monsters and she said no. Then when I picked him up, she proceeded to tell me she caught one of those stinking little girls telling Carson how there are monsters in everyone’s room. NICE - who likes girls anyway?!?!

STORMS
We have had numerous storms lately which have caused Carson to wake up panicing. Therefore, because of my exhaustion, when he comes in our room I let him get in the bed with us. I know -it's my rule but I am lucky right now if I get 4-5 hours of sleep a night. Now, he has caught on that I have let him in our bed when it storms so now EVERYTIME he comes in our room in the middle of the night - he tells me it is storming. How do we break this one!

TANTRUMS/MELTDOWNS
Everyday when I pick Carson up I ask Michelle how his day was. She threw me for a loop by first asking me if he had slept the night before, then proceeded to tell me he had an "EMOTIONAL" day. I kinda looked at her and laughed as I love how she sugarcoated the fact that my kid was the bad one that day by saying he was emotional. I told her I was going to have to use that one with Cory and see how it worked. :) Keep in mind the night before this - we had our first big tantrum. My mom had called on her way home from work and Carson wanted to talk to her. When he got on the phone, he wouldn't talk to her so we hung up after trying to get him to talk for 5 minutes. The second I hung up the phone he went NUTS! The kind of crying where he can't breath. So, called my mom back and proceeded to let him try again...nope didn't work - he still wouldn't talk to her but he wanted to according to the fit he was having when I would hang the phone up. After the 4th time of calling my mom back - I had had enough. It was 7:45 and I told Carson that if he didn't stop he was going to bed. I felt bad for the little guy cause he had himself so worked up that I picked him up to try and console him when he did that going limp thing and threw himself out of my arms onto the floor where he then kicked and punched the floor. (He obviously gets this moodiness from his father) I seriously couldn't believe this was happening. I took him to his room, put him in bed with no special sippy cup and told him not to get up. Cory and I sat in the living room for the next 10 minutes listening over the monitor to sniffle sniffle sniffle wanna sniffle dalk sniffle to me nani sniffle sniffle. He then passed out and slept all night. So I really wondered if his "emotional" day was a reflection of what had happened the night before. When Cory got home, I told him what Michelle had said. Then Cory had the following conversation with Carson:

Cory: Why were you not a good boy at Ms. Michelle's today?
Carson: Silence
Cory: Carson you have to be a good boy for Ms. Michelle. Her rules are just like mommy and daddy's rules. You have to listen to her and follow her rules. What happened today that made you not be a good boy?
Carson: Mit Mitelle dook my poon away.
Cory: Ms. Michelle took your spoon away? Well, Carson there was a reason that Ms. Michelle took your spoon away. She is the boss and you have to follow her rules and listen to her.
Carson: No - I don't hat to!
Cory: (after turning his head and laughing silently) Excuse me sir
Carson: Silence
Cory: You do have to listen and follow Ms. Michelles rules....it isn't an option.
Carson: No

Again - this attitude has to be these stinkin little girls - MY KID would never act like this!

In the middle of all this with Carson, we got a call a week and half ago late at night that Cory's Grandma Spears had passed away unexpectedly. Therefore, we had 3 long days late last week and weekend and aren't recovered from that yet.

So you can see how crazy and busy our life has been for the last two weeks. I am emotionally and physically drained. I have had such a great pregnancy until this point but am not sleeping anymore, am starting to swell, and uncomfortable. In the middle of all the funeral stuff last week, she flipped and is now breach to where the ultrasound I had on Monday confirmed her two "little" feet are planted right at my bladder...and she is a mover which is making it more difficult. She did A LOT of moving around last night so when she wakes up this morning and starts playing around in there - I hope to feel the kicking in my ribs not on my bladder. Only 7 3/4 weeks away - surely I can make it!!!