Vacation Breakdown

We’ve been home for nearly a week from our California vacation, and I’ve been trying to write a blog post the whole time. Life gets in the way, though. Adam and I came back with sinus infections and a cough, which we gave to Mike to fight off this weekend. My nephew Tyler graduated from Army boot camp on Thursday, so Mike and I drove down there to celebrate with him. This weekend was checking things off our to-do list, and cursing the cold weather that’s keeping us from checking things off our to-do list. But finally, at 8:45 on a Sunday evening, I can write down an abbreviated version of our vacation.

The Plane

So I’m not going to lie, this is the one part of the vacation that had Mike and I terrified. TERRIFIED. 5 hours on a plane with an 18 month old tornado? Turns out the trip there was awesome though.


Reading the emergency procedures like a champ.


And snuggling with his favorite person in the world (who recently was upgraded from Dada to Dad-DY!).


We dressed up Adam and went to a pumpkin patch during the day. I put my red cloth diaper to good use to complete the Superman costume.


And then he tried to kiss goats for half an hour.



Good times.

I’ve wanted to do a baby wearing costume since I knew what baby wearing was, but last year Adam was six months old and could not care less about Halloween. He was asleep before sunset so no trick-or-treating there. Since Adam was Superman I wanted to make it look like he was flying, so up onto Dad’s back he went. I found a DIY cloud costume to make for Mike.


I would have carried him but my belly makes it a bit difficult to wear for long periods of time. I dressed up like The Daily Planet newspaper logo, complete with the earth drawn on my belly.


Adam did a really fantastic job trick-or-treating. He even carried his own bucket until it got too heavy for him, and got the “trick” part of trick-or treat down.

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Forgive the blurriness. They were walking, it was dark, and I was trying to get the right angle.

The Beach

An unexpected but amazing part of the trip was the weather, which made an impromptu trip to the beach possible. I’ve wanted Adam to see the ocean since he was born, so to have the chance to let him walk on the sand and feel the water was amazing. I’ll only point out once that his first ocean was the Pacific (OH YEAH!!). I had to get that in since his main ocean will be the Atlantic.






It was a good day.

Seeing Friends

A really good friend of mine, Frankie, has a ten month old baby that we hadn’t met yet, so we trekked down to L.A. to stay over at their house. The trip was amazing. We had Indian food, the kids played like they’d been hanging out their whole lives, and even had a joint bath time to top it all off.

There were a couple of pictures with clothes actually on, but not many.




Later that week we saw another good friend of mine, Jennifer, who I hadn’t seen in a good ten years. She also has a kid who is Adam’s age but they didn’t actually get to play together. When we got there, her son was sleeping so Adam played with his toys. Right as Clayton was waking up, Adam came up to us burning with fever, so Mike took him into the nursery to see if he would nap. That ended up cutting our visit short, but man it was a good one.

Courtney’s Wedding

The principle reason we were actually in California was for my little sister Courtney’s wedding. That morning, my sister Keely, Adam, and I went to her house and met up with (yet another) sister, Jill, to get ready with her. We had an awesome morning.



The family with the beautiful bride. Then it was time to party!!

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Adam spent 90% of the time getting down on the dance floor. I actually had to walk away and have him look at the waves just so he would eat dinner. It was stressful running after a toddler, but still a really good night. We cut out early before Adam got so tired that he had a meltdown, and he slept most of the way home. That much partying will knock a kid out.

And Family

In between all of that stuff, was all of this stuff.

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Too much awesomeness to adequately capture.


Words Adam has acquired recently: Papa, Nana, Coco (Courtney), Kiki (Keely), Am (Amy), Momo (Morgan), toast, ball, no, pumpkin, up, and my personal favorite, donut. Auntie Jill isn’t quite as easy to say but he’ll get there.
I think it’s safe to say that his language is absolutely exploding. It seems like every day he adds new words to his vocabulary. Things that we had no idea were even on his radar are coming out of his mouth with such clarity that Mike and I sit temporarily stunned. Then we do what parents do and try to get him to say it on video while he whines because, didn’t you hear me? I want a donut!

We’ve always tried to watch our language in front of him (Mike is better at it then me), but now we REALLY have to be aware of what comes out of our mouth. I’m not in the camp of people that thinks a foul-mouthed toddler is adorable so teaching him to drop an F-bomb is not going to happen.

I can’t wait until this kid can tell me what’s going on in his head. Signing has helped a lot in keeping his frustration from bubbling over somewhat, but I can see that he wants to just tell me what he wants instead of the elaborate game of charades we’ve got going on now. It’s clear that we don’t have long until a sentence pops out of that sweet little face. I think once it happens we’ll have some great conversations ahead of us.


Attack Of The Travel Neuroses

Things to do before the family takes a trip to California:

1. Finish Halloween costumes

2. Try to keep the house clean so there isn’t much to do while I’m trying to get everything else done.

3. Pack, pack, pack.

4. Try not to fuh-reak the heck out about taking an 18 month old kid on a cross country plane trip.

5. Find a few new toys to distract previously mentioned 18 month old kid on a cross country plane trip.

6. Hope against hope that planes have some kind of magic nap-giving power.

7. Don’t forget something incredibly important and needed by your child.

8. Commence Operation Eat ALL The Food

9. Resist the urge to pack every single wrap and baby carrier you own, even though there’s going to be tons of room in the checked bags!! TONS! I’m limiting myself to two: one to carry Adam through the airport and one to pack for our rocking baby wearing Halloween costume (pics to follow).

10. Try not to sit in bed at 3 in the morning going through a mental checklist of how we’re going to get out of the house and onto the damn plane. This is point in the trip where I will change from cranky Hell Beast who snaps at the love of her life and be like, yay we’re going to California!

In reality I’m kind of feeling ok with taking such a big trip. We’ve got a good plan for getting through the airport, and the checked bags eliminates the need to pack extra super light. Now I can be neurotic about taking warm and cold weather clothes (even though it’s 88 degrees in California today and I could probably take Adam to the beach)!

We also bought Adam a seat of his own, and I’m more and more glad that we did. The thought of a toddler being forced to sit on my lap for hours on end makes me break out in hives. Not to mention, could you imagine being the third person in that row? I can’t do that to someone. Adam likes his own space and I really think it’ll be the best thing for all of us in the long run.

I miss my family so, so much. Only three of them have actually met Adam so I’m glad to be able to introduce the whole clan to my baby. He’s been practicing their names and has a surprising amount of them down. My favorite? The way he says Coco (aka Courtney) with the cutest puckered up lips in the entire world.

I really can’t wait for this trip, travel freak-outs or not.

Seriously Hormones? Seriously??

So…I’ve been a bit-weepy the last day or so.

It started last night when Mike and I were ready to put Adam to bed. Our lovely baby has been one big angry ball of tantrum the last couple of days. The tiniest things set him off and when he’s cranky the last thing he wants to see is my boring face trying to calm him down. So he runs to Mike.

I’m totally cool with that too, despite what I’m about to write!

Mike was taking him upstairs because he had flat out run to him and wouldn’t let go. I always try to act normally during tantrums, so I did what I normally do and asked for a goodnight kiss and a bye-bye. It only set him off more so the last thing I saw as Mike whisked him upstairs was a scrunched up screeching face. I retreated to the bathroom for a quick sob before I started my evening chores of dishes and cleaning the living room. Then sat feeling sorry for myself and choking back more outbursts when Mike came down having successfully calmed the baby to bed.

It’s not hard to notice my puffy crying face, so Mike asked me what was wrong and let me weep all over his chest. He gently reminded me that Adam had been bringing me books to read all night and climbing into my lap, and that he was most certainly not rejecting his mother (crazy pregnant lady).

An early bedtime was in order after that, and I ended up getting out of bed before sunrise. I sat in the quiet house, reading the news while I drank some tea. Two successive articles made me cry, so I knew that whatever was making me a mess was not out of my system. This probably should have been a clue for me not to leave the house and go into public, but I sure did.

And not only was it in public, it was to visit my favorite cloth diaper store on it’s last day of business! What was I thinking?!?!

This is not some ordinary cloth diaper store. This is like, the go-to place for all natural-minded women in Greensboro. Anything you need can be found there. A baby wearing club that I belong to meets there once a month, I took my natural birthing class in the classrooms upstairs. It’s a special place.

When I walked in the owner was literally selling the empty shelves to a customer. That made it all the more real to me. I found some awesome newborn diapers that snap down to let the umbilical cord heal and debated over a cute elephant canvas that was also being sold. I ended up with diapers and prenatal vitamins and headed to the front of the store to pay.

The way it happened was crazy! I was totally normal and chatting and smiling. Then it came time to take my bag and say goodbye, when my eye caught a sign in the hallway for Peaceful Beginnings (the natural birthing class company). I tried to tell the owner good luck and thanks for being here when I dissolved into heaving tears, trying to explain my hormonal state and apologizing for the crying while simultaneously trying to wish her well and backing out of the store before I further embarrassed myself. I think I ended with “Goo lug to you buh-bye.” (sniff! sniff! sniff!) I didn’t really see much of her face, but the glimpse that I did see had a mix of pity? Surprise? Horror? I don’t know. Maybe all three. Because a prego lady with a baby strapped to her back had cried over the going out of business of her favorite cloth diaper store!

Gah! Why did I leave the house in my weepy state!! *slams head on desk with great drama*

I guess if I want to not cry in public anymore I’ll have to stay at home until baby comes. Then I’ll have to stay at home until I’m over the birthing weepies. Then I’ll have to stay at home until I’m done with breastfeeding hormones.

Well forget that. Just don’t mind the lady walking down the street with all of the tears and the blubbering. It’s just some hormones.

He’s Going To Be A Soccer Player…

At 12 weeks I saw his little foot move. It was a huge relief, since I was sitting in the hospital ER at the time.

At 15 weeks he was kicking and moving around when we found out his sex.

At 18 weeks the tech had to chase him around as he flip flopped all over my uterus, until the exact point that she wanted to see the backside of his heart. Then he decided it was sleepy time and had to be jiggled around. I’m sure he loved that.

Today (18w, 4d), he’s been dancing around all evening in a fantastic rolling motion. What’s even cooler is that I have a somewhat good idea of what body parts I’m feeling, since a nice little diagram was drawn for me after the ultrasound. For the record, he’s laying on his left side with his head to the right of my belly button. His butt is laying on my hip (well that explains a lot), and his feet are curled on the bottom of my belly.

Unless something happens again, I won’t have another ultrasound. The next time I see our little dude he’ll be in my arms. I’m cool with that though, because feeling him moving around is all the proof I need that my little potato sized baby (hereby known as Tater) is in there and doing awesome.

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Say hi Tater!!

5 inches and 8 ounces. A fully formed human with fingers, toes, eyelids, and a lot of fattening up to do.

Speaking of fully formed humans, Adam and Mike played in the rain a couple of days ago and it melted my hormonal heart into a puddle of goo.


Say hi Peanut!

30 1/2 inches, 20 pounds of skinny deliciousness. Saying more words than I can keep up with and blowing my mind daily with his loving squeezes and toddler mood swings. Also the eating with utensils thing. I didn’t think it would be such a big change, but it really is! I see all of the baby in him disappearing and my little helper emerging.

Also, here’s the obligatory baby-bump’s-a-growin’ picture.


I think this will be the last time I wear that shirt. The print is screaming pretty loud there.

And how’s Mike doing you ask?


Awesome, as usual. Living life, being amazing. Same old, same old.

Kid Free Weekend

Scene: My dining room, last weekend

Mike (to his parents): Soooo… How would you like to have Adam over next weekend?

Mike’s Parents: Sure! (because they love our little tornado even if he is exhausting)

And so this weekend we got some free time to do some wild and crazy things, like leave the bathroom door open and set our hot tea on the end table. Wild you guys!

Friday night we finally decided on and bought a color for Adam’s new big brother room. He’s moving down the hall into the bigger room, and the nursery will stay the nursery for a little while longer. We’re not going to paint in there but there will be some other colors brought in so I don’t feel like our little one is getting the short end of the stick on the decorations. Although I suppose he should get used to it because nearly every piece of clothing he’s going to wear for the rest of his life will be hand-me-downs from his big brother. It’s the life of the younger kids right?


We went through four different colors before deciding on the top right color (Haven, super fancy). I insisted on samples this time because when we painted the nursery the color ended up being a little bit too much for me. I feel like it could have been softer.


So we got to work after a very appropriate painting party dinner, pizza. I must say we worked very well together! I taped the low stuff and did some edging while Mike used the roller, I used the roller while Mike edged the ceiling. Team Williamson was out in full force. A couple hours later we were almost done.

Like we had this much left:


Like two more feet of wall and then we’d be DONE. I was working in an area past the drop cloth and got a giant blob of paint on the carpet. After a few f-bombs and a lot of panicking, I managed to make the small blob and even bigger and now rubbed into the carpet mess.

Enter the internet. I love the internet. In less than five minutes I found a tutorial on how to get latex paint out of carpet (vinegar! who knew!!). So I got most of it out but if you look hard enough you can probably see where I was blotting for a good ten minutes. And then I gave myself a break because this is going to be a little boy’s room. That tiny spot is the least of my worries.

After the blob incident, we finished the tiny part of the wall, took off the edge tape and ta-dah!!!


Pretty green room for the big brother! We’re going to add blue curtains and paint his dresser the same color. Mike found a green, blue, wood scheme in a paint catalog and it’s adorable and also will grow with him so it’s not a ‘baby’ room. I love it.

After cleaning up and going to bed at midnight, we thought we’d increase the exhaustion by spending the day at Ikea. Oh yeah, the furniture Mecca was calling to us. We don’t go often enough because it’s about an hour and a half away and we aren’t willing to make the trek with Adam. And after how tired we were after our trip, I’d say that’s a good idea.

I’m pretty sure Ikea should change it’s motto to: Ikea, the black hole where you lose all track of time and don’t realize the sun has gone down.

We did get some good stuff though! A new tableware set for eight people, a full length mirror for our bathroom that sits close to the wall because Adam kept trying to crush himself with our old framed one, and the cutest big kid chair for Adam.


It looks like a real chair but the seat is higher so he doesn’t need a booster seat. He already wants to sit in our chairs and we get the feeling that his high chair is quickly becoming an annoyance for him. So he gets to join the big kids and make way for little brother (again, sorry son but you’re the youngest so, hand-me-down city for you).

After our trip we decided to get some food before the ride home, but it was becoming very clear that I had overworked myself and didn’t eat or drink nearly enough. My head was killing me and the old familiar nausea of morning sickness had returned. When trying to figure out what to eat just talking about different restaurants make my stomach turn, so Mike got the task of choosing. He settled on Carraba’s, which turned out to be an excellent choice.

When we got there, Mike begged some bread from the hostess so I could work on getting my stomach in order. After we sat down Mike got some amazing tomato soup that I happily dipped the bread in and tried to feel better. I didn’t get better though. I took a trip to the bathroom to expel everything I had eaten thus far. Did I mention said bathroom had people in every other stall? Yep, it sure was full of people listening to me throw up in public.

Oh well, at least I look pregnant now so nobody is going to think I’m diseased or something. I went to the sink afterward where a woman was trying not to look directly at me lest she let me know that she knew what I was doing. I dabbed my watery eyes and cleaned up my face, then tried to make small talk with a nice lady and her toddler. I’ll tell you what though, sometimes you just need to throw up when you’re sick so you feel better. And I did!

I had an amazing salad and a lot more of Mike’s tomato soup and it really hit the spot. My headache calmed, my stomach stopped turning and I felt a ton better. I still went straight to bed to watch TV though when we got home, and I fell asleep so quickly that I don’t remember falling asleep.

This morning Mike and I vowed to do nothing before Adam gets home. So of course we put Adam’s chair together and I’m writing while Mike is doing the dishes. Maybe not nothing, but not running around killing ourselves either. Ikea was totally worth it though. A trip to Ikea will always be worth it.

My Boys

So there’s this human I grew a while back. You might remember. He came along in April of 2013. And he’s incredible. To say that a little boy is blossoming out of this kid is an understatement. The little boy is exploding with the force of a thousand suns.


He officially wants to fix everything. After we saw him doing this we bought him a tool set. He was so engrossed in it the first day that I asked him if he wanted to go bye-bye (his favorite thing in the world!), and he ignored me. Flat out didn’t even look up.


The daredevil is coming out of him. While I was snapping this picture he swung the other leg over the couch and slid off. I think if I’d let him he’d climb over the back he would do that too. Mom is so not ready for that yet. I know it’s coming, but I’m going to delay it as long as humanly possible. So like, a month or two?


He’s also my little helper. While I was sweeping the floor after dinner, Adam was desperate to get the broom. I gave him the smaller one, which only kept him busy until I was done with the big one. Then it was, MINE! All mine!! He played with that broom for a good 20 minutes, which let me clean up the food and start with the dishes. Done, and done.


PB&J is routinely destroyed by my little man. Just the first in a growing list of foods that he eats without a fuss. A few nights this week we’ve sat down for dinner, offered him what we were eating, and he just eats it. Just like that.

And then, there’s this little one.


How can someone not be born yet and still be so amazing? We’ve had a couple of ultrasounds now because I’ve bled a couple times (everything is still great!), and this little thing is just out of this world. Both times I’ve been able to see this second human that I’m growing moving around in there.

During the second ultrasound we had on Friday, the tech asked us if we wanted to find out what the sex was.

Uh yeah! Yes please tell us a month early! Go!

And so she did. We’re having a boy!! Mike and Adam were both there for the big reveal. I’ll keep his privacy private and won’t show you the very clear picture of peep that we have. But trust us, it’s a boy.

I am the mother of two sons. My boys. My wrestling, messy, chaotic future is set and I can’t wait to see it all.