Called “Dallas” by his breeders, 7 weeks old and the only one that didn't jump on us or nip when we started to play with the litter. I called him to me and Liam, he walked to us, sat down and stared into my eyes as I talked to him, as if he knew what I was saying. I immediately melted! We’re still deciding his name and are absolutely in love! Even our Elle, who seems to take after Mom a bit more in the dog arena is in love. 
The rest of us noticed and giggled... I said, "poor little guy, he's trying his best."
What a wonderful big sister!
A real look of horror over came her, and as we urged her to keep going… she raised her hands up, walked to me and said clearly “Nope, I don’t do this. I just don’t do this!”
I laughed, “Oh really? This is fun, you can wash your hands when we’re done.”
As understanding and nice as her older siblings Jules and Kordell are, they finished cleaning our pumpkins. Daddy and Elle shared theirs and designed quite a frightful character. Elle’s drawing and imagination have really taken off. Jules and Kordell decided to try something different this year and made a cat. Turned out Great!2.jpg)
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If anything Elle was successfully scared in the cleaning process.
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Elle with a tummy ache and a cup of warm peppermint tea I gave her seated on the couch talking to Julia quietly, legs crossed, "I don't really like this coffee, its a little bit spicy", followed it with a lick of her lips and smack.
Jay and I both went to get Liam from school Friday.
I let Jay get Liam, so he could see him light up to see us.
But instead he was asleep and when I walked in he was crying in Jays arms.
He looked at me, curled his lip and said "Mmmawmee"... made my DAY!
That was the 2nd time Friday, he said it when he wanted out of his bed that morning too.
Its now a regular word in his vocab, along with an attempt at Kitty and his solid Dadda.
Laying on the ground crawling around with Liam.
me: Ok Liam say "Mama"
Liam: "Dadda"
me: No Liam "Mama"
Liam: "Dadda"
This went on for about 3 minutes.
We have this neat sandwiches cutter, it cuts the bread in half, but shaped like a dinosaurs.
Elle is a HUGE dino fan so she likes it.
I made some grilled cheese for the girls and used it, while eating
"This one is Charles" Elle pointed to her sandwich.
"Oh thats nice, I am going to eat my dinosaur" I said.
"Ok, I will eat mine." says Elle.
"I think I'll start with his head" I added.
I bit the head of the dinosaur and chewed away.
Elle said "Ok put it back, that wasn't very nice."
Heading to school last week, I was loading up the kids in the truck. Elle pointed up at the phone lines running behind our home. "Oh look Mom, A Chicken!!" she said pointing to a perched fat brown bird.
While watching the Dallas Cowboys....
Elle "Those men are not cowboys."
Julia "Yes they are the Dallas Cowboys."
Elle "No, cause there are no horses or hats."
Surprisingly, there were no tummy aches or brain freezes.
Just sweet happy baby Liam smiles.
We took the easy way out and had her a little party at daycare.
The girls were lucky enough to go to the National Cowgirl Museum with their Grandma Nancy last weekend. As part of the exhibit they created these little films. We found them to be quite entertaining and wanted share. Watch for a ducking Julia in Elle's first movie, funny!
Still having 1 week and 5 days to go before my due date and adding that with the fact that Elle was 6 days late, on Tuesday, when it was icy and cold, I happily worked from home and even kept little Elle here expecting the schools and daycares to close early.
But as it seems, life had different plans for me... at 11:15 I sneezed, and heard a loud pop from my belly. It was so surprising. I sat there wondering what it could have been.
... then about 5 minutes later.... water...
Oh My - My water broke!! My heart started to pound... wait, I thought, am I sure?
Is that what it was?? Like it was possibly something else... and of course like most things, it was not like the movies or shows, as there was no need for me to scream in pain or to save Elle and our pets from drowning in my leaking water.
But, it was real... my water broke.... I looked at the time and thought 11:27am - the clock's started, knowing full well he would have to be here within 24 hours, or it was a c-section for sure. Interesting the things we think when in these types of situations.
I stood up, walked to the bedroom, now trembling in all the excitement and fear, called my perfect husband. It only took me saying, "yes I am sure", "no this is not a joke " a couple of times before he was on his way home. I then walked back to the living room and asked my Elle Bug if she was ready to meet her brother, and told her that we needed to get dressed (both still in our Jammie's). She dressed right away and I started to pack the few last things for the hospital.
As I walked around the house, cautiously, Elle would run to me and say, "Can I take my purse to meet the Baby Brother?" or "Can I where these shoes to meet Baby Brother?"..... she was so sweet and such a delight. Truly excited!
Daddy made it home despite all the ice and we headed to hospital Elle, Jay and I. We of course made it before Mimi or Grandpa, who were to watch our Elle. I changed to my gown and Elle whispered and sat quietly in the room, waiting. I really think that she thought a baby was going to brought in to us at any moment. She kept telling us all to "shhhh", nicely of course but forcing everyone to whisper.
Soon there after Julia, Grandpa and Mimi arrived, everyone went the waiting room and Jay and I started to time our now started contractions. Elle arrived within an hour of making it to the hospital, so everyone, of course expected this birth to go as fast.... and well... it wasn't. My contractions weren't severe and I was only to about 4 cm at 2:30. Things were happening but slowly. I wasn't yet mentally prepared, I thought I had time, had been sick and swollen for days and was just tired... and feeling the strain of being trapped in bed... soooo the Dr started a light dose of pitocin. This alone was always a huge fear for me, as I did not want to need pain medication. I always believed Kordell's birth would have gone better without the pain medication, and in return he would be normal... so as with Julia and Elle, I was going to have this little boy without pain relief. Everyone always told me that being induced was worse than any natural labor. And perhaps by the power of suggestion, appeared to be the case.
I spent the next 2 hours, in hard hard labor, and well just in overall pain. I know.. its called labor for a reason, but I definitely saved the hardest for last. Despite the stress and pain, I made it and birthed our perfect son Liam at 5:38pm, 100% natural. Yeah me!! Poor Jay looked wiped out and I could never ever have wished for a better man to be at my side during the birth of our child. I am so blessed. 
