The weather did not permit grilled baby back ribs, unfortunately! It has been raining. At least it didn’t snow. But we placed the ribs in the oven, and had some roasted ribs instead with corn-on-a-cob! Yummy! We haven’t even touched the cake because we were so full…

Hubby did everything, from cooking to washing the dishes! And, he got me a really nice plant. I had to tell him not to go overboard when I told him I wanted a plant on my birthday. He does that – go overboard! When he and Matthew was out to get me that plant, I had to remind him again. In my imagination, he was going to get me a tree, and I will be really problematic if he did get me a tree.

It was a great day of lounging in the couch, watching movies, taking naps. Unfortunately, the nap time only goes for me and hubby alternately. Matthew didn’t nap at all, which is always bad during hubby’s day-off especially on my birthday, when we are looking forward to a nice hubby-and-me time. Sigh.

The day ended well, with me telling Matthew that we will continue mommy’s birthday the next day to eat the cake.

Celebrating my 32nd Birthday with family. All photos are taken on March 2, 2010. Click photo to enlarge the photo.

It’s not a maternity dress I’m wearing, but it’s a more forgiving dress for someone like me with a 33-weeks bulge in the belly.

I’ve often heard that it’s quite normal when nose bleeding happens. I’ve never really thought about it until Matthew’s nose was bleeding early this morning. I was alarmed, worried, …

We had been under the weather for a few days now. I’ve lost my voice since Valentines Day, but I’ve so far recovered a little bit… getting there. On the other hand, Matthew seems to be following along. He’s had stuffy nose and couching. And then, this morning was the first time that Matthew had a nose bleeding incident. For the past nights, he keeps waking up in the middle of the night, crying because of nasal congestion and probably some soreness. He hasn’t learned how to effectively blow his nose so, all we could ask him to do is drink water and keep his head up. Then he falls right back to sleep only to wake up again in an hour or so. Medicine drops can only work so far.

Last night, I’ve decided that the two of us to sleep in the living room so that hubby can get his much needed sleep – so he doesn’t have to wake up with us when we had to get up. Very early this morning, Matthew woke up to his bad spells again, but that time was much more alarming when I saw blood dripping from his nose. I’ve often heard the nose bleeding is normal and I’ve taken it as that, until I saw my own child’s nose bleeding for the first time. It doesn’t feel normal … all I was trying to think is if he had injured his head or something, or if this is a symptom of something bad, worse than the cough and colds he has. Hubby was already up, getting ready for work, so I called him out. He said it’s normal, and it’s probably caused by dry air. I read more about nosebleeds. I am relieved by the information I got that there really is no cause for alarm since the nosebleeding didn’t persist so far.

Daytimes are pretty much easier, except today, Matthew has pink eyes (sore eyes). Hubby and I had mild pink eyes, aside from the cough and colds. Hubby got it first and then me. We thought we had it pretty much under control, got some eye drops and my hands had become so dry for constantly washing my hands. Mine is healing now. And then Matthew got it too. He looks droppy with swollen eyes and he can’t keep his hands off his eyes! So he has stuffy nose, now he’s got stuffy eyes! His will take longer to heal. Sigh!

As of this writing Matthew is taking a nap. I’ve had him drinking lots of fluid and resting, just watching Mickey Mouse the whole morning. He is not really his energetic self. I hope we get better soon.

Lately we had been sick – sore throat, runny stuffy nose, coughing, mild fever, and other symptoms – all three of us. The nights had been difficult as each one of us has to get up in the middle of the just to relieve ourselves from our symptoms – getting up, drinking water, …

With difficult nights, morning is more difficult including morning of Valentines Day. I stayed late in bed, even when Matthew was up and about. I just turned on the TV and had him watching Disney Channel for those early Disney Shows, while I extend to snuggle in bed. Hubby has been up and about from very early morning. Poor Daddy, even when sick has to attend to his cadets. What made me get up is Matthew telling me he’s hungry for bread.

When he headed downstairs, we were delighted by the display of red stuffs in the living room – the cards, candies and chocolate (Thanks to hubby for all these Valentine thoughtfulness.) They’re supposedly from hubby and Matthew for ME, but Matthew got so excited with the candies and chocolates, that as soon as he has seen them – he is not hungry for bread anymore. This time he is hungry for candies.

Valentine 2010, Matthew at 3-years old. Photo taken on Feb.14, 2010

Anyway, the rest of the day went on, with hubby coming and going and still sick. And we just stayed indoors watching movies, etc…

Matthew at 16-months old, showing off his Filipino spot. Photo taken on Jan 9, 2008

After dinner, I let Matthew pick a chocolate cookie. He only picks and eats the chocolates in the cookies, so you can imagine the mess he makes to himself when he is done. With cookie crumbs and chocolate crumbs all over himself, I took him to the bathroom to clean him up. I took off his shirt, wiped him up and dust off crumbs off his shorts as well. While doing so, he was looking at himself in the mirror, and then, pointing to his shoulders, he told me “Mommy, chocolate!”. I thought I’ve missed some chocolates stuff so I wiped him again, but he kept telling the same thing. Then I realized that he was pointing to his own mole at his back just below the shoulder.

For the first time, he discovered the big mole at this back, which he thought was chocolate. Hubby calls this his Filipino spot, since it’s the only Filipino colored spot in his white skin.

It’s Alabama’s first taste of snow this winter! It has been forecasted to snow yesterday, and it finally did just before lunch time.

Matthew had so much fun in the snow. As soon as we were out, he knows what to do – which was to make snow angels! Later on, when hubby joined us, they had snow ball fight. I was by the tree, chilling. Just happy to see Matthew’s delight over the white snow.

Click photo to enlarge photos.

From this point forward, I’d be seeing the OB every 2 weeks. I saw him yesterday. I found out, after much worrying, that I do not have gestational diabetes. I still have to eat right, keep myself hydrated and all that, but i’m just happy i don’t need to follow a portioned diet or worse, have insulin shots, as what’s needed for someone with gestational diabetes.

The baby has good heartbeat and all measurements are great. However, with this pregnancy I had been experiencing contractions on irregular basis (Bracton Hicks). My belly gets too stiff and painful at times that I have a hard time moving. Shifting positions at night means actually waking up and struggling to move, and catching my breath at the struggle. I get cramps in my legs as well.

Hubby and I can’t help but compare this with my previous pregnancy. When I was pregnant with Matthew, I was really active. We were in Japan, and my sister and brother visited us from the Philippines. We brought them to places for sightseeing and more and I never ever felt that I was taken aback by pregnancy.

But this time, I get too tired easily and it seems like whatever I do causes contractions. Plus the baby’s movement has become more and more vigorous. When I told my OB about this, he told me that usually subsequent pregnancies will be harder because the uterus has become more sensitive and stronger from the previous pregnancy. For short, “Shut up, You are pregnant for crying out loud. You are suppose to feel this way.” He didn’t exactly say that, but my previous OB did. When I was pregnant with Matthew, I complained about pricking discomfort in my left side. My OB then shushed me with those exact words. And to think, now I feel that pregnancy, even with gestational diabetes, was a breeze compared to this one.

With all my pains and discomfort, I can’t wait when this pregnancy is over. I have more or less 10 weeks to go. So far, Matthew had been feeling impatient as well for the coming of his baby brother. At one time, he came up to me with a can opener in his hand, attempted to raise my shirt and said “Baby brother wants to come out now.” Although, our can opener is not sharp or pointy, and it is relatively safe for Matthew to be holding around, with what he tried to do, I have to hide it from him now. Where does he get these ideas?

Matthew, while in bathroom, at potty time …

Matthew: (yelling) Mommy!

Me: Are you done?

Matthew: It’s not working.

Me: What’s the matter?

Matthew: It’s stuck.

Me: You got to push. You got to push really hard.

Matthew: It’s not working.

Me: Maybe later. All done now?

Matthew: No! Poopoo some more.

Moments later, repeat from start 5 times until he gives up. Sigh, if only I can poop for him.

Matthew has been potty trained. A few accidents here and there, but for #2, there has been no major setbacks. He is independent, would sit in the big potty and does his business without messes. He still needs assistance cleaning up and lot of reminders with washing and all, but he is there. #1 is another story. When he is busy, in a hurry or too excited, he thinks he can hold it, but he can not. So there’s lots of getting wet on his pants.

I just wanted to wash him a little bit, brush his teeth and get him ready for bed. It was a really long day of chasing Matthew with no nap time. I was feeling crappy, haven’t showered for days, my hips were hurting and my head was heavy with stuffy nose. And all he still wanted to do was to jump and down the bed, run around and make me chase him. He is in his most playful mood. While I wasn’t in the chasing mood!

I used my scariest voice, scariest face and even spanking him just to get him to settle down and listen and just do what I want – which was to get in the bathroom, stand still at the tub so I can wash him. But nothing I did worked. I was really frustrated. It seemed that he is even enjoying my frustration as part of his game, as he made me chase him again. He laughed everytime I wouldn’t catch him.

As I have managed to get a hold of him, literally dragging him to the bathroom, I was out of breath by his struggling to get off my tight hold. I was able to wash him but not too easily. The next task was to brush his teeth, but as soon as he was able to get off the tub, he ran off like he was happy to have escaped. He ran off towards the door and started slamming the door.

I just heard a ringing in my head at the slamming of the door. I told him to stop but he continued to do so. I was afraid he was going to place his other hand at the slamming door like he did earlier that day, so as soon as the door closed I locked the door. I was inside the bathroom by myself, while he was outside, yelling out ‘Mommy!’

I didn’t open the door. I was pacing myself, just hiding inside the bathroom. I was just so tired, that I started crying. I heard hubby’s voice from the outside then he opened the door. Somehow, him seeing me crying like that made my feel even worse, that I cried even more. I just wanted to brush his teeth and him ready for bed, so when he’s fallen asleep I can take a shower and hopefully feel better, but Matthew wasn’t cooperating and i was feeling really frustrated.

The rest of the night was easier with hubby’s presence but I couldn’t help my tears from falling down as I was brushing his teeth and putting his jammies on, while his lips were curled down like he was about to cry but preventing himself to cry. To his innocent mind he was only playing and having fun, but at that time, my poor baby was scared and absorbing my negative feelings.

Then hubby took him to his office, made him sit in the corner and not letting him play for slamming the door and not listening to mommy. I brought him his milk, then he dozed off while drinking his milk. Then he was off to bed, finally.

This happened a week ago. I was definitely not at my best as a mother. Frustration got the best of me. I had to cry.

It has been more and more apparent that Matthew is aware of his baby brother and is so ready for him. Everyday, he ask me while touching my belly, “Baby brother want to play?“. And we tell him, “He’s not ready yet. He still needs to cook inside mommy’s belly.“

At one time, about a week ago, I was using the bathroom, sitting in the toilet, doing my business, and then Matthew slid open the door. And then, in all seriousness in his face, he asked me, “Is baby brother coming out now?“. I was stunned. I told him, “No. baby. It’s not time yet!“. Then he closed the door.

It was the first time he asked me that. And I am still wondering how and where he got the idea to ask me that while I was in the bathroom.

Drinking Warm Milk with a Straw. Photo taken on Jan 22, 2010. Click photo to enlarge photo.

I don’t know what it is about milk that Matthew had a hard time drinking it from a glass when he drinks everything else, water, juice, smoothie, from a cup even before he turned 1! He had always been drinking regular whole milk from a milk bottle, but I am happy to announce that it has been more than a week since the last time Matthew had his milk in a milk bottle. I have hidden the milk bottles away from his sight, and we have been using a regular glass or the sippy bottle with straw to drink his milk. Although, he didn’t exactly throw himself crying over his milk bottles, it wasn’t exactly easy to get him to drink milk from a cup/glass. At most times, he would still specify he wants milk on a bottle. I’d say ‘NO’, give his milk in a glass, and put a straw on it. And he is fine. Somehow, the straw made the transition easier for him. Also, the milk has got to be warm too. It’s easier and quicker for him to finish warm milk than cold milk.

About food, I got to be honest! I think I have to stretch my creativity when feeding him! He only eats – macaroni and cheese, noodles, plain pasta, bread, pancakes, cheese, eggs and that’s it! NO hamburger, hotdog, chicken, nuggets, fried chicken, fruits or vegetables, etc.!

At one time, I sneaked in a few green beans in his macaroni and cheese. Spoon-fed him while he was watching cartoons. I carefully placed mac-and-cheese on top of the spoon while hiding the green beans. Halfway He didn’t have a problem until he strategically spit out a few green beans to his hand, and told me – “Mommy, there’s dirt!”. I wanted to laugh about how he has caught up with my tricks but didn’t want him to see me laughing at his remark. I just told him “It’s not dirt, eat it!”. He didn’t want to eat anymore after that. If only the green beans wasn’t green but yellow, so it can camouflage itself better with the mac-and-cheese! If only green beans can take the taste of mac-and-cheese, maybe that would have worked!

Matthew Outdoors. Photo taken 2010 Jan 11.

It took me a long time to wrapped ourselves up – put on some layers of clothing, socks, hat, scarves, mittens, and hot drinks, because I promised Matthew that we are going out today. Last night, we wore his hat and mittens inside the house and looking so cute in front of me. Somehow to tell me that he’s been cooped inside the house, just looking at outside through the glass windows and really wants to go out. So I told him last night, that I’d take him out.

As soon as he woke up, he wouldn’t eat breakfast or drink his milk so I transferred his milk to a to-go-thermos, to take with us on our walk outside. Wrapped and armed with our hot drinks, Matthew rushed outside as soon as I opened the door. While I followed him, I held my breath, just anticipated the cold winds to touch my face, the only part of my body that wasn’t covered.

There’s no snow, no rain, the sun is up and the sky is clear, but OMG! – it’s windy and so cold! But Matthew was happy just running around. We walked not too far to the next building to greet some school personnel ‘Happy New Year!‘. And then walking back, I had runny nose and my fingers are frozen, so I decided it’s time to go home, but Matthew wasn’t ready to go home just yet. I can’t blame him ’cause we haven’t been outdoors longer than the time it took us to get ready to be outdoors. It took me having to mention that I will let him watch ‘Chip and Dale‘ to have him finally come up the stairs and walk inside the house.

It became apparent that despite the frost happening this winter, Matthew still needs his regular dose of outside to just to run around. We, err, I may just have to wrap myself up a little bit more. We’ll see.