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Because Mommy Said

Michelle — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 01:34:43 +0000

Tonight Davis and Tracy are doing a science experiment with food coloring. I told Davis that when you mix blue and red you get purple. Davis then repeated, “Daddy, when you mix blue and red you get purple.” Tracy’s response, “How do you know?” Davis replied, “Because Mommy said.”

Conversations in the Car

Michelle — Tue, 13 Jul 2010 00:01:35 +0000

Davis: Daddy are you 3?
Daddy: No, I’m 34.
Davis: Awww man…when am I gonna be 34?
Daddy: You just need to enjoy being 3 son.

14 Weeks

Michelle — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 19:57:03 +0000

I went to the doctor for my 14 week check-up today. I met with the midwife who was all-business. After asking tons of questions, she pulled the doppler from her doctor’s jacket pocket and began to move it along my abdomen. She moved it to the right, she moved it to the left, she moved it up, she moved it down and alas could find no heartbeat. My heart rate accelerated as she said let’s go into the ultrasound room. I think Tracy and I were holding our breath as she readied the machine and me. We all breathed a sigh of relief when an image of the baby popped up on the screen with a perfectly beating heart. After locating the baby, she then took the doppler back out and was able to very quickly find a heartbeat – 150 beats per minute, pretty high, but she did say that it varies based on the activity of the baby. As we got into the car, I thought to myself, I wonder if this baby is going to be the unpredictable one, the prankster, the one that always keeps me guessing and sitting on the edge of my seat.

New Words

Michelle — Sun, 04 Jul 2010 10:41:15 +0000

Davis has been using a new phrase over the past few weeks. He uses it when we are stuck in traffic. He uses it when he sees a driver who literally can’t drive. He uses it when something out of the ordinary happens. He sometimes uses it when I tell him some new information. I thought at first I was to blame for this new found exclamatory/interrogative statement. But, alas, it wasn’t me – apparently he picked it up from his Nana. So when you hear Davis say with much gusto, “What the heck is going on here?” just know that he doesn’t learn everything from me.

Spectator

Michelle — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 20:50:26 +0000

Last night Tracy and Davis were playing Superhero and wrestling on the bed. I went and sat on the bed with them. Davis announced that he was Robin and Daddy was Batman. He then asked who I wanted to be. I said, “Well, I guess I’ll be Batgirl.” He responded, “Don’t you think you should be Robin Girl?” I explained that there was no such thing as Robin Girl. He then told me that I could be Batgirl, but I could not wrestle, I had to be a “spectator.”

First Doctor’s Appointment

Michelle — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 02:12:46 +0000

I had my first appointment yesterday. We took Davis with us because we thought it would be neat for him to be able to “see” the baby with us. After waiting one hour, the nurse finally called my name and took me back to be weighed. I had not gained any weight which was a surprise to me since I am already working on a pregnant belly. After waiting for 1.5 hours (Davis was a trooper), we were escorted into the ultrasound room. The doctor asked if I was excited. I told her I would be excited as soon as I could see the baby on the screen. Because, yet again, up until the point of seeing the baby, I was a little concerned that I was just getting fat from all the eating. She quickly began the ultrasound and up popped a picture of a baby at 9.5 weeks gestation. I could not believe it – we could see two arms, two legs, even a profile. We also saw the baby’s heart beating – amazing. The doctor said everything looked perfect. After the exam was done, the doctor called us into her office where she explained that since I will be 35 at the time of delivery she highly suggests that I have two detailed ultrasounds in Charleston to check for defects. So, we agreed to have them done. In about two weeks we’ll have the first done with another scheduled for the 17 week mark. Our prayer is that this pregnancy along with the baby will be completely normal and perfect!

Davis’s Baby

Michelle — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 02:05:44 +0000

We finally told Davis about a week ago that he is going to have a little brother or sister. Here’s how it went down.

We were riding in the car and I turned around and said, “Guess what Mommy has in her tummy?” Davis replied, “My baby?” When Tracy and I said yes, Davis’s face lit up, he let out the sweetest giggle, covered his mouth, then clapped. Needless to say, he’s very excited about “his baby.”

Eating, Eating, Eating

Michelle — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 02:03:28 +0000

For the past couple of weeks, I have been literally obsessed with eating. This new baby is going to be addicted to sugar, fat, and salt if this keeps up. I read online that when a woman becomes pregnant, she only needs about 300 extra calories, I know I must be consuming double that. I have craved everything from cajun filet biscuits from bojangles to snickers bars and soda. It’s frustrating. I think about cooking and I want to gag. I love to cook. This is so unlike me. I think about vegetables and I want to gag. I love vegetables. This baby is taking over my body and I have no control anymore. I just pray I don’t gain 50 lbs. from all this eating, eating, eating!

Mother’s Day Surprise

Michelle — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 02:01:59 +0000

So I decided that I would take a pregnancy test today since I had one from the Dollar Store underneath the cabinet. I got it for my birthday a couple of years ago. Tracy was outside playing with Davis so I went and dug around in the bathroom counter till I found my possibly outdated, cheapo pregnancy test and commenced to peeing in a cup. I placed a few drops onto the test strip and low and behold two lines immediately appeared. I stepped to the front door and called for Tracy to come up for a moment. We decided that maybe we shouldn’t trust a Dollar Store test, so off to Wal-Mart we went. Just like last time, Tracy purchased the one that the actual words appear in the results window. We came home and I eeked out just enough pee to wet the stick. About 1 minute later, the word “Pregnant” appeared.

We had been considering trying to have another baby, but I don’t like “trying.” I suppose if it didn’t happen, I wouldn’t want to be disappointed. Davis has been literally praying to Jesus for months now to “please let Mommy have a baby.” So here we are again – surprised by the fact that soon and very soon there will be a new addition to the Floyd family. Davis wants “his” baby to be a Leila – we’ll see what God has in mind.

Storytime

Michelle — Tue, 25 May 2010 18:11:29 +0000

Every night before drifting off to sleep Davis requests that his daddy or I tell him a story. We may have just read 5 books to him, but he still wants to hear a story. I am such a straightforward and by the rules kind of girl that I usually just tell him some old fashioned fairy tale. For the longest time he always requested Goldilocks. He has heard Goldilocks so many times that he can tell a pretty accurate version himself. He even gets upset when other children, including the ones on Noggin, stray away from the original version. He whines, “They’re not telling it right.” A couple of months ago, after becoming bored with Goldilocks myself, I told him Cinderella. He really enjoyed the story and here’s how I know. For the next few nights when he requested a story, I’d start with my Goldilocks telling and he’s say, “No, tell me about Sumbrella.” One night I told him about Little Red Riding Hood and another night I told him the story of Hansel and Gretel. He said those were scary and hasn’t requested them again.

Some nights, I don’t get to be the story teller. Some nights when Davis really wants some action, he asks for his daddy to tell him a story. Those stories don’t follow the plot of any of the fairy tales I’ve ever heard. Sometimes his stories lead Davis on fantastic journeys with hobbits – specifically Bilbo Baggins. Other nights, Davis follows Alexander down trapdoors located under slides at the playground.

At the end of the day, I’m just glad that our child loves a good story –