Welcome, Baby Seth!

We are proud to announce the birth of our third son, Seth Daniel Rowden, born April 14, 2009 at 8:06am. 9 lbs 4.5 oz, 20.5 inches long.




So far, Seth has been a sweet, laid-back baby. Big brothers Cole and Max adore him, and he has had no want for cuddles in his first 12 days of life. We are so happy to add him to our family!

A New Leaf...Or Maybe Not.

So, I don't really know what's gotten into me, but I've switched from my once a month blogging to actually posting four entries in less than a week. Phew. Don't get used to it, though. No telling what will happen when baby #3 comes next week.

Anyway, here they are, in case you want to read...

Observations of a 3 Year Old
What NOT to Say to a Pregnant Woman
Nesting
Disappearing Act

Disappearing Act

Trying to get Cole to calm down from his hyperactive state at bedtime tonight, the following conversation took place:

Me: Cole, why don't you come sit in my lap?

Cole, trying to climb into my lap: But there isn't much lap here.

Too true, too true.

Nesting

I've had a "to do" list to prepare for the baby's arrival for a couple of months now. I've been working on it, but my energy level has just been pitiful. So by the time I've done my normal daily duties, I just haven't had much left to give to the list. Needless to say, it's been slow going and I'm starting to realize some things just might not get done; like painting Seth's room, for instance.

But now the count is on and the proverbial "nesting" has kicked in. I got more done this afternoon than I've done in 2 months! Once I got going, my momentum took over and I knocked out all kinds of things. Yea! I guess I've always worked better under a little pressure though. And I guess the realization that I only have 8 days to get it all done (if he doesn't come sooner) is enough pressure to get me going!

If I keep this pace up, we might even be able to squeeze in painting the nursery.

We'll see!

What NOT to Say to a Pregnant Woman

Here's a sampling of actual comments people have made to me over the last couple of months:

"Wow, you look like you're about to pop."

"So how many are you having? Three...or Four?"

"You look like you're about to drop that baby right out."

"You are having one, right? Not like, eight?"

And then there's no shortage of strangers who like to consider themselves prophets of delivery dates:

"When's your due date? Oh, you won't make it that long."

(sigh) Oh well. Only 11 days to go. I'm not sure how big Seth is, but the way people stare at me, I'm expecting a toddler to walk out. We'll see. Until then, I smile politely and wait until my back is turned to roll my eyes at the silly things people say.

Observations of a 3 Year Old

Yesterday, I was in the check-out line at Michael's. A small girl, perhaps 3 or so, was behind me in line with her mom and said, "Does she have a baby in her tummy?"

Assuming she was talking about me, I turned and smiled as her mommy responded, "Yes, she does."

Still staring at my swollen belly, she said very seriously and deliberately, "That baby should not be in there."

I have to say, I'm starting to agree with her.

Come on, little Seth. Times up. We're ready to meet you!