I'm in my 25th week of pregoness. I'm anxious to meet this new little boy. I've been slacking on getting pictures up every 4 weeks as I had done with my previous pregnancies. I've been taking them, just not sitting down and posting/blogging. At my last appointment I measured in at a whopping 125lbs. I hate getting weighed. I'm fine about my weight as long as I don't know what it is. This picture was taken at 22 weeks. I'll never be caught up...and I'm okay with that.
My boys have been keeping me on my toes. Izyk had his 15 month appointment a couple of weeks ago. He has definitely slowed down on the growing curve. Smack dab in the 50th percentile. This kid is a lover. Always wanting some sort of loving. He has got to be all over someone getting hugs and kisses. He's not walking much on his own. He will walk between me and Ryan but beyond that, I don't think he cares much. He will find a way to climb anything. He loves being perched in the window sill. He loves really, really loud noise. Surprisingly, he's not a huge fan of juice. Weirdo. I am very much enjoying who this kid is turning into. It'll be interesting with the third being born as Izyk loves his attention. He's loud and demanding.
Charley is so patient with his little brother. He loves doing puzzles and playing outside. He loves helping me cook and bake. He talks a lot. He tends to get excited and speaks too quickly which results in an entire string of babble. It's still a challenge to keep him in clothing. We are looking at moving them into the same room together here soon. Makes me a bit nervous as Izyk will still be in a crib which gives Charley something to climb which also means Izyk will learn by watching...we shall see how this goes. We will be getting Izyk into a bed in 6 months or so...*crosses fingers*
Watching dad...
Charley hanging out in the living room...
Izyk's first haircut...