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Its Friday! Woot! Baby Karl is napping right now and the girls are watching cartoons. Scratch that, they are playing dress up. I want to take them out to do something but I got my spine injections this morning and I have to take it easy.

So its a day at home for us.

What are your plans for the weekend?

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less talking and more sleeping.

I just told my kids just that. I hear the strangest things come out of my mouth.

Do you do it too? Say something and jusg have to laugh at yourself?

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He is such a boy!

I know I've blogged about it before, but Karl is such a boy. The differences between him and his sister is night and day.

He is just so rough and tough. But I still get me some baby kisses and baby love. I hope he is a tad of a mama's boy as he grows up. Not too much, but a smidgen. :)

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I fought the law and the law won.

I've been thinking a lot about my ttc experiences since I wrote the post about it in my other blog.

I was mulling over what I said about liking my ivf/fet cycles. It sounds to me now I was saying I liked one bfp more than the others. I didn't mean for it to sound that way. I just meant I'm glad I experienced so much. Hell yeah I'm happy about getting a cycle #1 bfp! I'm just also happy I also fought (and won) some hard core bfps.

Without my IF, I would of never learned of this awesome community. First the ttc aspect, then the pregnancy and parenting blogs also. Parenting after infertility is way different then the "normal" parenting blogs. Not than any is better than another, its just that in happy to be a part of where I am now. We're bad ass parents!

Ask me seven years ago if I'd be explaining how I'm happy I wasn't fertile. I'd of probably be daydreaming of punching you in the face. I'm just so different now. It took a hard fight and some fabulous wins, but I'm thrilled I'm not fertile. Without my ttc battles, I wouldn't be the person I am now. And I like myself quite a bit! ~wink~

My infertility journey really showed what I was willing to go through to fill those empty seats at the dinner table. None of my babies were wanted more or less than the others. Just because I didn't "do" anything to get Allison, doesn't mean I wanted her less. But enduring surgeries, ivf, fet, injections, medications, monkey wands, hsgs, hsss, iuis and a shitload of other things including some substantial debt, just proves what I was willing to do to succeed.

I'd do everything again and again to get each of my children. knowing the feeling of succeeding, I know now every single thing I did was worth it. I would have done a lot more if I hadn't won yet. I'm glad I know that there was never a line of "too much" for me. I read about women not knowing when too much is enough. That's a question I'm glad I never had to come to. For ~me~, I think the question of too much would be age. Its an answer that is different with each woman and I had my cutoff age. But as far as surgeries, medications, procedures, etc, there was never too much. I'm glad I knew that.

Do you have knowledge of your own "when is enough too much?" answer?
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Its just not right ~wink~. But there is cuteness involved.

Karl was dancing tonight to my itunes (dropkick murphies, flogging Molly, pitchfork) actually, every was dancing. Then I notice Karl. He is wearing his social distortion onesie and a huge purple tutu. Karl was swirling around and I got the picture. Ill upload it here in a moment.

Poor baby boy. And this starts them dressing him up and going to tea parties. Poor little Karl. He is outnumbered.

But really, I don't care in regards to the gender sterotypes. If he want a purple tutu on, then so be it. My baby boy can play dress up and barbies if he wants to. Go Karl!

Let me go upload the picture.

He still is a pretty cute little guy, no?

The moment of rain ruined our day.

It rained for something like ten minutes. But it was enough for our city to turn off the two water fountains we have for the kids to play in.

There we were, all soaked in sunscreen and our swimming suits. But the only water was from the sprinkling from the sky.

Damn it. The kids were so disappointed. I was too. Not from the fountains, but from the looks on my children's faces.
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I've got a little guy.

We just got back from our 18 month appointment and mr Karl weighed in at a mere 22lbs. Not too small, but on the lower edge of normal.

The appointment went well. Even the three shots weren't too traumatic. Still. I hate when we have to inflict pain on him when he doesn't know its coming. We also talked about his lack of talking. The doctor is assuming right now its simply the fact of birth order or even his hard time with ear infections. So for now, we're just going to wait and see what happens. If no talking by 2, that's when we'll step in with some speech therapy.

Time is going by way too fast. Even though I'm not cut out to be a sahm, I'm cherishing the time I get to spend with my little man. And my girls. Its an amazing time in my life.

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Birth order.

I was talking to my friend about karl not talking yet and she brought up birth order. Its all so true regarding how much birth order makes a difference in children.

Ella is the leader. Allie follows. Ella learned to walk, tallk and be potty trained all by the book for her age. Allie did some things faster by watching her not so much older sister doing it. Karl is a typical baby of the family. Everyone does/talks for him so he is not talking yet.

What birth order tidbits do you know about?
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OMG - having one kid is so easy!

The girls went to grandma and papa's this week so I've had only Karl since Sunday. I miss my girls dearly, but WHOA. Having just Karl is the easiest thing ever. No fighting girls. No drama. I'm keeping my house clean. It's amazing.

We're leaving in the morning (depending on one of my best friends having her baby) to go up to Salida to spend the weekend and get my girls and I'm so excited. But a little bummed that the week is over already. Does that make me a horrible mom for liking the time away from them?

I can't imagine when grandma takes the entire troop with them for the week. The take them about twice a year and ~maybe~ next time she'll take Karl too. A week without any kids? I can't even fathom it. I would actually get to sleep past 7am. No way.

What about you? Do you have anyone who takes your kids for more than a day or two?