I Make Pregnancy Look Easy

I don't intend to, but I think I make pregnancy look easy. It's not. I think it's annoying when others complain (c'mon, suck it up, people!), so I try not to do it myself. Not complaining meshes well with my easygoing nature. There are those days, though, when I have to let it all out and ranting/complaining is the easiest way to do that. But the last couple sentences apply only in normal circumstances. Right NOW (and for the next several months), I feel like I'm more grouchy, complainy, burdensome, demanding, and all-around NOT easygoing.

Aside: Although I believe I have a right to blame my general bad attitude on hormones (because I'm not like this sans baby-in-my-uterus), I don't actually think it's hormones. Yes, hormones may cause horrible mood swings. BUT, if I were this fatigued, nauseated, fat, constipated, stressed, with tender and sometimes painful mammary glands, headaches, cramping, heartburn, itchiness (yes, itchiness), frequent trips to the bathroom, AND an aching back...? Why, yes, I think I would be most difficult to live with on a daily basis. Even without a parasite fetus growing inside me.

I FEEL like I'm more burdensome, but apparently I don't come across that way because Jacob brags to all other husbands-with-pregnant-wives about my pregnancies (first and second) being so easy. EASY? Of course there are several possible explanations for this. Maybe it's pride--he doesn't want people feeling sorry for him/me. Maybe it's a macho boasting thing--my wife's tougher than your wife. Or MAYBE he actually thinks it's EASY. I hope, for his sake, that it's not the latter.

What Happened?

What? Tycho turned two? How did we go from this:



To this??


(I used these pictures in honor of Tycho recognizing my dad in a picture and saying, "Papi!")

On account of birthday number dos, how 'bout I do a favorites list?

Tycho's Two Most Favorite...
T.V. Shows: Barney and Go, Diego, Go!
Books: Ten Little Monkeys and The Nose Book
Songs: Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and I'm Yours (Jason Mraz... what can I say, it's catchy)
Appendages: his feet!
Drinks: Milk and Apple Juice
Foods: French Fries and Cucumbers (actually, I should say ranch with a little bit of cucumbers on the side)
Sports: Soccer (duh) and Basketball (a new thing, since our apartment complex has a basketball court)
Stores: Books-A-Million (really just the play area in the bookstore) and Toys 'R' Us (given)
Toys: Cars and Balls
People: Mommy and Daddy of course! (off the record, we'd probably cross off Daddy and write in Tycho's favorite friend from church, April)

I have it on good authority (Ruth) that at age two Tycho should know 50 words, so here are 50 words that he says:
bite
more
bottle
cookie
hair
nose
mouth
car
outside
water
feet
toe
hands
head
arm
dog
mommy (my personal favorite)
bubble
eyes
bear
fishy
barney
daddy
color
paper
pants
shirt
teeth
potty
juice
milk
candy
spoon
snack
bunny
monster
green (can say other colors, but green is the only one he consistently recognizes correctly)
book
monkey
bath
push
go
yummy
cereal
jump
ball
trash
shoes
two (he knows that's how old he is and he knows it comes after one)
hat

Wow. That was surprisingly easy and fast to think of off the top of my head.

This past weekend we had almost everyone over. All grandparents, aunts, and uncles came and celebrated Tycho's birthday except Zach (in UT), Rachel (in MD), and Andy (bum). Just kidding about Andy; actually, he had to work. We played soccer, went to the splash pad/park, ate cupcakes, and opened presents (Tycho made out like a bandit). Pictures to come (I hope)--Sarah took all the pictures with her fancy camera.