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There have been many moments that Jett has done something that made me smile and I don't want to forget them so I am starting a list:

"Love you mom, whole bunches, all my heart, to the moon and back"

"Mom, you look pretty, that is pretty makeup"

"You know better"

"Mom don't hold me, but I want to hold hands" - On his way to school one morning

"Dad! Wipe my butt" - This makes me smile every time because its not me!

He was standing next to me and looked up, "Mom" 'What Jett' "I can't see you cause your belly so big, I think sister is ready to come out"

"Sissy need this one" - Pink bubble gum at the check out at Wal Mart


August 10, 2010 - Jett sat at the door eating popcorn so he could talk to me while I finished painting the nursery, when I was done he helped me screw all the face plates back on and hang the curtain rods, he said his sister was little so he would need to help do things like that. The best part was laying in the floor of the freshly painted room and listening to his tall tales of catching big fish, cutting them up and cooking them. "They are the biggest ones ever mom!"

Sept. 5, 2009 - My dad bought Jett a BB Gun and he was so excited, he was holding it while he was waiting to go outside and shoot it and while he was staring at it he said kind of quietly to himself, "I love this"

First Day

Jett started school this year. He is in the 3 year old program here and it is hard to believe he is big enough to get dropped off at school each day with the other kids. It blows me away that I no longer have a baby or even a toddler but a little boy. The time went by so fast from bringing him home to packing his backpack. However, I have been really excited for this day because he loves to play with kids and wants to play on the playground, draw, paint things, sing songs, and he loves to talk about new things. School is going to be right up Jett's alley. I am also looking forward to a routine in my household, the summer gave us too much freedom and I started feeling like a gypsy towards the end. It is a good feeling to have a purpose each day and a plan.

His first day was also my first day back so it was good and bad. I did not have time to sit and wonder and worry about him but at the same time I couldn't pick him up after his big day and he has to be dropped off early. He even has to ride the bus! Picturing such a small guy getting on such a big bus made me so anxious. But the big morning went as well as could be. I loved getting him ready with his big boy clothes and he loved getting to carry his backpack. I had to take pictures before he left and he was Mr. Personality as usual. He left the house with a little bounce in his step. When we pulled up he immediately saw the playground and was pumped that he got to play on new toys this year. He asked if he got to play on both playgrounds and I told him to ask his new teacher. He then looked at the bus, 'That my bus mom?' I told him it was and he didn't have the chance to respond because he had already been distracted by the other kids going in. He walked up to the building a little dazed and a little timid. When we got inside he grabbed my hand and kept looking around at all the new sights. The teacher met us and took us to the area where the cubbies were. He had a little trouble letting his backpack stay in his cubby, he told me it was his backpack and spiderman blanket. It took a little talking but we convinced him that this was his cubby and this is where he leaves his stuff until he needs it. When we went in the room he didn't say anything and simply held my leg with a grip that let me know he was nervous/scared. We walked around the room searching for distractions for me to leave. When the time came and I had to go I knelt down to get a hug and kiss and right when I pulled him into my arms my guard fell and I felt my chin start to quiver. I couldn't let him see me cry because I didn't want him to get scared so I fought back the tears and told him I would be there to pick him up when he gets off the bus. At this piont I was going to break and had to get out before he saw me. I stood up and walked out assuring him I would see him shortly and he was gonig to get to play and have fun. He called after me and I wanted so bad to turn around and hug him once more but being a Pre-K teacher in the past I know that the longer you stay the harder it is, and I had to get out of there so I didn't look like a crying crazy lady. As I headed out the door I couldn't stop the tears and I didn't look around to see people thinking I was crazy, but right then I was reassured at the sound of sniffles coming from behind me of another mom who I am sure had the same morning as me.

My little Spiderman

on his way in...

It's Getting Closer....

I can't believe that baby girl will be making her big debut any day now! Went to the doctor on Wednesday and he said I was dilated to a two which is way further than I ever got on my own with Jett Taylor. I have been feeling more and more like things are drawing near from all the aches and pains and the really tired feeling that just started the last couple of days. I am really hoping she doesn't keep me guessing for another two weeks because my students are not at all appreciating such an irratible Mrs. Rollins. I also do not think I can handle any more of this anxiety about everything being in order at all times just in case! It's as if I know that any time could be THE time so my house must be perfect, my classroom in top order, our bags fully packed, and the right outfits to be worn by all. It is way over the top but that is what this pregnancy has done to me. I love having a house full and family and friends but until this baby gets out I would advise you stay away because there is a good chance I will have you mop up your footprints as you walk through my house. I know once baby arrives this will ease, it is simply that anxious feeling of a big upcoming event. 

I am very excited that this pregnancy wants to happen on its own and I get to experience each new phase without having to fast forward through it like pitocin makes it seem like. I want to have the whole experience because I plan on this being the last time I do this.

One thing I am starting to get curious about is the gender. The ultrasound said girl and that is what I have planned around, but for some reason everyone who doesn't know the gender has assumed it was a boy! From the first day school started back everyone that comes up to me asks if I'm having a boy; they either point out that I'm carrying it like a boy, its the time of year for boys, or a few simply showed up with boy gifts. If these are signs then he will have beautiful outfits and a lovely nursery to come home to. I am thinking about packing a boy outfit for the hosipital just in case.

Jett is so ready for sister, he asks frequently if sister is ready to come out of my belly yet. Yesterday we played with Reid and LilliAnn and he was full of excitement. He wanted to hold her, asked Missy if she had warm milk because babies drink warm milk, and he kept telling me that she wanted him everytime she would get fussy. He is going to be a great big brother and I think he is just as excited as us because he will have a playmate. Jett has asked if he gets to cut the cord and if the doctor is going to cut my belly open like Ka Ka did. He is WELL informed and his wonderful memory has him telling lots of people ALL about what is going to happen when sister gets here.

I'll keep everyone updated as things progress.....