Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice...

That's right...it's a GIRL!




Monday morning we had our anatomy scan to find out the sex of the baby and to see if our little baby girl was growing and developing like she should be. Dr. Rowe's words were: beautiful, nice, perfect, gorgeous...so I guess she is all of those! Everything looked good: heart, measurements, brain, etc.

I think Robby was a little shocked even though he'd been saying all along it's a girl. He never REALLY prepared himself for the doctor to say "girl". He'll be a great daddy to a little girl! Robby and I were both kind of pulling for a boy for Anthony's sake...just so they could be close and play good together (only being 2 yrs apart). But I'm already shopping online for all that cute girly bedding and decor!!!

Unfortunately the Texans lost on Sunday...but Anthony was dressed and cheering for the Texans!!! He's getting cuter and cuter everyday. Here's our Lil Texan!

bye-bye PACI & bye-bye SUMMER

First of all...thank heaven summer is over today! I have been praying for fall to hurry up so we can start having some cooler weather. Now I know just b/c it's fall doesn't mean cooler weather, but it does mean it's getting closer. And already we are having a cool front come in this weekend. The highs will be in the high 80's...YAY. Anthony LOVES to play outside and I don't like going out when it's so hot. So...yay for Fall!


BYE-BYE PACI...


For the past month I've been slowly throwing paci's away. Our goal was to somehow take the paci away before we moved Anthony into his new room and before the baby comes. Momma has been very slow at this. I think I'm the one that needed to be pacified when Anthony fusses...not him :)

Last Friday morning (almost a week ago) Anthony woke up and handed me his paci. I told him to put it in his bed (that's where they always stay since the paci is ONLY used in bed...for about 3 months now). He said no and handed it to me again. So I took the paci and threw it into his bed. He was very upset with me and crawled into bed to retrieve it. Again he handed it to me. So I said "ok, I'll put it on your dresser". He seemed ok with that...so the morning went on as usual. I didn't really think anything of the situation. His teacher at daycare said he had not asked for it all week and hasn't had it one time for nap all week! I was surprised. Friday night when I told him it was time for bed he did not say "paci" and run to his room to get it. Instead we just put him in bed with no paci and he slept all night without it. From then on he has not even mentioned "paci"...so I guess it's gone for good!

WOW...that was easy. I didn't have to be the mean momma. Anthony decided on his own he was a big boy now. I'm so proud of him.

A coaches wife...

I've always said it takes a special person to teach jr high. My thought this morning,

"It takes a special person to be a coaches wife!"

I've been married to a coach now for 10 football seasons and it's not the easiest life, nor is it normal! My husband is obsessed with football and absolutely loves the game. It's more a hobby than a job. One good thing about football season is that it only last about 4 months a year and not any longer. My job is to be a single parent 6 and sometimes 7 days a week and try to be a supportive wife to Robby. Every year I cry (my mid-season breakdown) and swear that I hate football. Robby leaves the house every morning at 5:30 am and gets home about 7pm (not bad...in years past it's been 8 or 9). He spends about an hour or 2 with me and Anthony then heads to the study to work on whatever it is he does til about 10 or 11...then comes to bed. Friday is game night (and in this district sometimes Saturday night). On game night he gets home at 2:30 a.m., sleeps about 3 hours and gone by 6 or 7 the next morning and works at least 1/2 a day.

I love Robby, and I do love football...but last night was my first break-down this season. I figured since this week was a Saturday night game and it wasn't til 7 pm that Rob wouldn't have to leave for work until about noon...man was I wrong. Last night when Robby told me he was leaving at 8 o'clock this morning I completely broke down. That is just NUTS to work a total of 18 hours for a 3 hours game!!!!! That's 8 a.m. til about 2 a.m....a total of 18 hours. I have to keep telling myself "whatever...it will be over soon". I'm not sure if it ever gets any easier...but I'm in it for the long run! Robby's dream is to become a high school football Head Coach...and then one day an AD (athletic director)...so this will be my life for quite some time. It could be worse...he could work out of town I guess...or I could have 6 kids and married to a football coach (like my friend Lori)!

I hope we win tonight. Anthony is excited about going. He's been saying, "daddy's football game" all day. He is now putting 3 and 4 words together!

G-Bob, Anthony, and Coach Daddy

GO COUGARS

~Kelly