I see London, I see France

I love this picture for a few reasons:

1) You can see how long Mc's hair is. Almost the middle of her back.

2) Notice the dinosaurs. One in each hand. In the right hand, the T-Rex that we have been reunited with as of the past week. It was a happy homecoming for the "saurus" in the left hand.

3) The cheese grater. Yep, my kid thinks the cheese grater is a toy. It poses as a dinosaur cage most days.

4) Lastly, Mc's bum. You really forget how small she is until she is not wearing a diaper. These are her Foofa (from Yo Gabba Gabba) panties. Beloved of all, for they have yet to be peed in. You just can't resist pinching her little cheeks!

Don't be fooled. Just because she is wearing big girl panties, potty training still does not seem to be a priority for her. She likes to sit on the toilet and read- today her book of choice, "Cool Baby Names". Even Mc is stumped about what we should name our baby boy.

16 weeks and counting

I don't think I took any blog pics with Mc until I was ready to explode, so a special preview treat for all those in blog land. The rumors are true- I started showing WAY faster with this one. It was like my body said, "hey, we have been large and in charge before, why waste time". Yep, already sporting the maternity shirts and feeling that I am going to be forced into the mommy pants in no time. Positive note- quickening has begun! It still is a foreign feeling- every so often a little rumble or a feeling of something swishing in my stomach. My appointment yesterday confirmed HIS beating heart and that we are right on track. We are so excited for our baby BOY to come to our home. I just want to see HIS little face and love on HIM. (still super stoked for our little MANchild).

Not the best picture but you get the idea.

Explosions- two fold.

What may appear to be a few shots from a recent episode of "Hoarding", is actually the new variety of tantrum at the Williamson home. Despite being sick (we had feverish barfs Monday and Tuesday) the first shot, is what she managed to pull off on Monday- what looks like her dresser exploded is actually Mc throwing all of her clothes on the floor in a fit of rage. Below that, today's marvel. Really, all these pictures really tell me is #1- my child has WAY too many clothes and #2- I fear that ultimately, come the teenage years, this is what her room is going to look like anyway.
With that being said, back to the barfs. Monday Mckinley and I decided to head out to the car wash (to wash the Salt Mobile) and then to the bank. I had intentions of going to Tai Pan but as we pulled out of the ATM, a small cough and SPLAT came from the back seat. Yep- barf in the car. Gross. Smelly. Orange barf (TMI?). I got home, gagging myself and trying to get as little on myself as possible, took her out of the car, and brought her in for a bath. Fever ensued and coach loafing but I thought the barfing had ceased. Nope. Monday night, more barfing....bed, floor, pajamas. I felt so bad for her- small and shaky and never having really experienced the joy of a good lurching. We thankfully had our good friend in the ward over to give her a blessing and though a sleepless night, no more barfing. Tuesday, no barfing but she was definitely sick. For those that know Mckinley, for her to put herself in bed, and just lay there....unheard of. We seem to be out of the woods today which is great. Just grateful at this moment, we only have one kid to worry about getting sick.

Curses were made to be broken

When we set out to have another baby, we knew that the odds, being that we have 18 nieces and only two nephews (both born to Mark's sisters), were not in our favor. We had settled in to the fact that we wouldn't have to buy too many new clothes, Mc and the new "girl" baby could share a room and our little darling would fit right in amidst the high pitched screaming of the Williamson family party. Friday afternoon we had our appointment with Fetal Studio @ 2:00. We followed our European OB/GYN into the backroom and tell him we are hoping for a boy "but we don't have our hopes up". We were pleasantly surprised to see the "pee pee" (in Europe, the PC term) and our bouncing baby boy sucking away on his hand right as the wand hit my stomach. A BOY! We were both surprised, shocked and excited to share the news with our families. While at the mall, we decided to try and find some little boy clothes...not such an easy task. Let's be honest, little girls really do have the advantage- it's like 50 -1 on the cute ratio.

So here HE is! We have absolutely no boy names so that adventure begins now. We can't wait to meet him and Mark can hardly wait to teach him to hold a wrench and how to ride a motorcycle.