The last week or so....

We went to the KSU vs. TCU game last weekend and it's a good thing we did.  It'll be our last game of the season and it was a very intense one to watch!!  We won't go on Saturday because, well....it's my due date AND it's supposed to be 30 degrees with freezing precipitation.  When a reporter asked Bill Snyder if he was worried how the 30 degree weather would affect his team he coolly replied, "That's not cold.  This is Kansas, after all."    :)

I sat most of the day while Mitch and my folks chased Cal around the lot.  He did great during the game and watched most of it while perched on top of my lap or Mitch's shoulders.

 

 

39'ish weeks and counting!

I got cut out of this pic, but I love his smile so it was worth keeping.  :)

 

While I was making dinner last night, Cal wanted to take pictures.  Here are a few:

We'll work on his aim later, but atleast he learned that the camera points outward!   

 

I broke the #1 rule of taking a "selfie".....never take it in the bathroom.  Oh well.  It was easiest this way.

 

Our dogs live a rough life.  Mitch took this one morn before leaving for work.  I'm sure they stayed in these positions for the next 8 hours.

 

 

Things that don't mix:

- oil and water
- our dogs and table food restrictions
- Lindsay and KU
-being 39 weeks pregnant and a toddler with the stomach flu

That last one is a tough one.  Poor Cal woke up and told me straight away that his tummy hurt.  I can never tell if he's serious or just repeating what he's heard someone say at school so I brushed it off.  He and I sat down for our respective bowls of highly nutritious Cinnamon Toast Crunch and he was drinking his apple juice when.....BLAMMO!  He puked on all of the above, plus me and the table.  He didn't even know what had hit him.  From that point on, he was a puking machine.  The doctor was so nice and just called in a Zofran prescription and Mitch left work to bring it home to him.  It worked instantaneously!  We told him that if he took the medicine he'd feel better, so after he swallowed it he instantly looked at us with a huge smile and said, "I feel all better!!!  :) 

About an hour later, we were playing trains, painting, and actually drinking fluids without throwing them back up.  Our little guy appears to be on the mend!

 

 

 

 

I got a text from my friend, Missy, whose son is in Cal's room at school.  Her son started puking at school this morn, so it must be spreading like wildfire throughout the room.  I've cleaned and recleaned all surfaces of our house today.  I hope I've knocked all the flu bugs out of the Walter household!

Our budding artist, more singing, and a "spicy" dog

Cal was really into drawing on this day.  He loves using the markers......supervision is required.

 

 

I guess it's the age, but nose picking is in full effect lately. 

 

Whenever Ollie is playful, I say that she's feisty.  Cal repeats it in his own way.....so cute!

 

A Happy Birthday with my boys

I had a great birthday weekend with my boys.  On Saturday, Mitch and I got a babysitter and went Christmas shopping before having a delicious steak dinner.  Of course we didn't get a picture together....we never do when we're all dressed up and ready to go out on the town!

Geez......FINALLY got my camera to work and record the whole message.  :)

 

This sweet boy just melts my heart.  Both of these videos cut off the beginning when he said, "Happy Birthday, Mommy", so I'll have to repost when I finally get the whole thing.

 

 

 

Cal helped me make a birthday cake on Saturday.  He couldn't understand why we couldn't frost it the second we removed it from the oven.  He ate so much frosting that day that it's a miracle he has slept since.  SUGAR RUSH!!!  There were a few more interested parties, but they didn't get any frosted cake.  Unfrosted cake, however, was fair game.  (The vet wonders why they're so fat!?!)

 

 

Halloween and the beginning of Baby Month!

Donnie decided he wanted some of Cal's puffs one day after school.  Cal kept saying, "Here ya go, Don Don" and gently placed the puffs near his nose and mouth so he could find them.  Grumpy ol' Donnie sure gets the royal treatment from us humans for being such a growly boy! 

 

Cal, Daddy, and Papa were playing during the KSU game.

 

35 weeks pregnant: Cal knows the drill.....hands on Mommy's tummy then SMILE!!

Superhero Cal was pretty excited about Trick or Treating!  We'd ask him what he was supposed to say when he went door to door and he'd reply, "Knock knock....Trick or Treat!"  He liked ringing all the doorbells, but was a little hesitant to speak to the first few people.  Near the end of our route, a man wearing a wife beater and boxers opened the door.....unfortunately he wasn't wearing a costume.  When we walked away, Mitch and I felt like we should make it clear to our son that taking candy from a man in boxers wasn't safe, but we will leave that conversation for a later date. 

 

Halfway through trick or treating, Cal said, "I need to sit down." and plopped down on a driveway.  He decided he'd gone far enough without eating any candy, so he dove in and gobbled a few pieces before moving on.

I wish Cal would've been looking at the camera.  This is the best picture of Mitch.....what a smile!!!

When KSU expanded and rebuilt the west side of the stadium, Tony and I bought a brick for our family to be a part of the history.  We found it on Saturday!  It is directly in front of Bill Snyder's statue.....that's prime real estate right there.

 

Tony brought Misha to the game.  She even got decked out in KSU gear.  We all had a great weekend in Manhattan and were exhausted come Sunday morn.

Grandma loved watching Cal clap to the beat of the band's music, cheer for the team, and complete KSU chants.  It was a great day for a football game....perfect weather!

37'ish weeks.....there is some uncertainty about my due date.  November 23rd or the 30th?!?  It is unclear, but he is measuring big, so I hope it's closer to the 23rd!!  :)  I'm getting pretty uncomfortable and sleep doesn't come easily.  Mitch is a trooper and has allowed my pillow brigade to take over the bed.  On an average night, I'm surrounded my seven pillows and a little round dog named Ollie.  Mitch gets whatever portion of the bed that's left.  :)