The last week or so I have felt so, SO pregnant. I know that I’m only 29 weeks and I’ve still got tons of growing to do, but I’ve reached the stage where putting on shoes and socks is really hard, and sleeping is getting uncomfortable no matter what pillow/blanket/sleeping position I use. To top it all off, I now have an amazingly wonderful toddler who wants to play Legos and choo-choos with Mommy on the floor. Mommy doesn’t do well on the floor. Once I get down it doesn’t take long for my back to start hurting, then I look like a beached whale trying to stand up again. I end up getting on my feet by huffing and puffing, then I have to catch my breath for a second before I do anything else. It is not a pretty picture.

There is a sliver lining to getting huge though! Adam is recognizing the whole “baby” thing more and more. He usually points to his own belly when we ask him where baby brother is, but it’s a start. And this happens too:



He’s a very active kid now, but when he wants to cuddle, the kid can cuddle! He scoots in under my arms and requests one of his favorite shows and it just melts me every time.

Speaking of melting me, here are some pictures from Christmas. There’s not much to say except that it was amazing! Adam had so much fun opening presents and actually wants to play with all of his toys. The house has been in a perpetual state of mess since then. I’ll admit that I’ve got some kind of nesting/decluttering antics going on and it’s hard for me to handle, but he’s having so much fun that I just wait until he goes to sleep and clean it so I can get a break.

I mean, who can say no to getting toys out when you get playing like this?

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It was definitely a Very Merry Christmas at the Williamson house.


Boys Only!

Last night Mike and I decided to clean out Adam’s closet in his new room. Until now it’s been a haven for our extra winter coats and linens. We figured if we were giving him the room he might as well have the closet too.

After we had it all cleared out, Adam wanted to see the inside. Mike crawled in with him and shut the door, declaring it their clubhouse. Even though he mostly just stood there, you could tell he was having a great time. I stood outside and knocked, and he would open the door and say hi to me.

After a few minutes Mike invited me in too, so I scooted in next to them. Adam looked up at me, then pushed the door open and invited me to come over to another point in the room.

“Oh you want to go play over here Adam?”, I naively asked my 20 month old boy.

As I looked back to get the answer to my question, I saw Adam closing the door and going back into the closet with Mike.

Yes, I was dismissed from the closet by my baby. Left out in the cold so he could have a boys only party with his Daddy. Mike and I couldn’t believe what had just happened! I was straight up kicked out of the club!

If it wasn’t already apparent to me before then, it was crystal clear to me: Adam is a daddy’s boy through and through. He loves that guy more than anything on this planet.

Don’t get me wrong, there is space in his universe for Mom, but I’m pretty sure a halo glows around Mike’s head when he walks in the room. The best part of my day is watching both of their eyes light up when Mike gets home. Adam sprints from whatever corner of the house screaming “Daddy! Daddy!” He throws his arms around Dad’s neck and hugs him so tight that Mike has had to figure out a way to ditch anything in his hands before Adam gets to him. It’s a beautiful thing.

I’m well aware that I’m gestating yet another boy, and I might not be the favored parent. I might just have another kid who follows his dad around with his toy tools and lays down next to him to check out wires, or the Christmas trees water level, or just to emulate the way he sees Dad lounging on the floor while they’re playing. And I don’t mind in the least.

Seeing this kind of love grow between my husband and my son is something I never expected, and it’s thrown me for a loop in the best possible way. Look how beautiful they are together. I can’t believe they’re mine.


The Great Santa Claus Crusade

I don’t know if anyone noticed or cared about the Santa Claus tree topper we have on the top of the tree, but he’s new. And I went through quite a few emotional ups and downs to get him.

It all started Thanksgiving weekend, while Adam was at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Mike and I went on a date and found ourselves stuffed full of Mexican food, and needing a place to walk it off. We went to a true hidden gem of a home store in Greensboro where we could have walked miles and still not seen everything. The Christmas section was extensive, and as we were perusing the aisles I noticed something I’d never seen before: a Santa Claus tree topper!

We don’t like angels as tree toppers, and all of the light up stars seemed cheap looking. Mike vetoed a big bow with pretty ribbons hanging down, and I wasn’t really digging a snowflake. This beautiful, pagan looking Santa with his lantern and bag of foliage was amazing! He didn’t even have the classic red Coca-Cola suit on. I fell instantly in love and wanted to buy it immediately. Mike did not.

So I agreed to try to find a Santa tree topper that lit up or something better to put on top of the tree. I looked around for a couple of weeks and everything was either over $50 or just didn’t work.

Last weekend when we were setting up the tree, I told him I had to have the Santa tree topper. He must come home with us do you mind if I go get him okay bye be right back!!

Off I went to the home store to get my coveted prize. As soon as I walked in I could see something was not quite right. The copious amounts of Christmas decor had been picked clean. Everything was on sale at almost clearance prices. It did not look good. When I got to the tree topper aisle my worst fears were realized: the Santa tree toppers were gone.

About a dozen angels were left standing, but then I saw something. A reddish coat sticking out from behind a skirt. It was a Santa! But not the one I wanted. This guy had a bright red coat, a horn and a bag of presents.

This is not the guy that I went there to find!


Too red and white. Not forest-y enough. Just not the guy that I fell in love with! I took him off the shelf anyway because damn it I was leaving there with a  Santa Claus tree topper whether it was the perfect one or not!

In a last ditch effort to find the one I wanted, I wandered around the Christmas displays at the front of the store. There were four giant wooden platforms with various Christmas decorations, trees, statues, etc on them. I remembered seeing some of the toppers there so I thought I’d give it a try. I went through the first one. Nothing. Second, still nothing. By the third one I was steadying myself to buy the second-best Santa and be happy that I could even find one. It was like the giant room of knick knacks that Dorothy has to go through in Return To Oz to find Tik-Tok. (Bonus points if you actually know what I’m talking about.)

Then I saw it. Just like Dorothy finds her beloved Tik-Tok, my beautiful Lantern Santa was staring at me from the platform! And at the exact same time, a sweet old lady started reaching for something in its general vicinity. Noo!!!!!

I seriously wanted to do a Die Hard action move and jump in front of her to grab that Santa. Then I’d jump up, shout obscenities about it being MINE! All mine!!!

I didn’t though. It turns out she was reaching for an angel just above Santa’s head. Heck yes nice lady!!! Thanks for leaving my Santa alone! I kind of, um, lunged at Lantern Santa at that point, and held him just a little too close to my chest.

“I can’t believe I found him!” I exclaimed, to nobody really but Sweet Old Lady was still right there.

“Oh that’s nice. I’m glad you did.” replied Sweet Old Lady, very nicely making no mention that I was a crazy lady hugging a Santa Claus tree topper in a home store.

I returned Horn Santa, bought Lantern Santa, and off we went so he could take his rightful place at the top of our tree.


He rode up front with me because he’s family now.

And he looks awesome at the top of our tree:


Christmastime is HERE!!!

Ok so I might just be a little bit too excited about Christmas this year. I can’t help it though. Even though it’s not Adam’s first Christmas, it’s the first one where he’s aware of things around him. Far from being a tiny terror ripping apart our pretty things, he’s completely embraced them and loves having them around.

Last Saturday was Mike’s birthday, and we celebrated with family decorating day. We haven’t had a real Christmas tree since we move to England, so we went out to a tree farm to pick one out. It was cold, dreary, and Adam was sick, but that’s nothing a good carry in a wrap can’t fix.



Adam was so comfortable, it was a shame that picking out a tree was so easy. After Mike tore me away from a lady asking about baby wearing (a slippery slope that I can talk about for HOURS), we had a tree in less than ten minutes. Paid for it, had it put in the bed of Mike’s truck and off we went.

We got the tree set up and lights put on Saturday, but waited until Sunday to decorate it. Adam felt that it needed some water first though.


Then let the decoration commence!






Adam was a very good decorator. We bought kid friendly (AKA non-breakable) ornaments so he could help us, and he took to it like he’d been decorating trees his whole life. Notice a few, um, extras at the bottom of the tree. Apparently his snowman bag really needed to be up there.



Oh, and then he serenaded us with his harmonica.


In the end, this tree is gorgeous and Adam doesn’t feel the need to rip stuff off of it. I’m okay with that.


And Adam seems pretty proud of his work.


You did good, kid. Merry Christmas.

My (First) Baby

Last weekend Adam was at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. To celebrate, Mike and I cleaned the house, painted Adam’s new dresser, and organized the boys’ rooms. We really wanted to get Adam into his room as soon as possible so there’s minimal change in the months leading up to baby Tater’s arrival.

In all of the organizing and cleaning, I found this impossibly tiny hospital bracelet.


Like, impossibly tiny. Not only is this thing smaller than I ever remembered, but it’s not cut because it slipped off of Adam’s wrist before we could get to it. His hand was smaller than this tiny wristband.

This kid is so not a baby anymore. It takes finding things like this to remind me that he’s gained 15 pounds and over a foot in height since he was born. He definitely doesn’t fit into the 0-3 month clothes we just pulled out of the garage, and there’s no bottle or binkie to continue the illusion that he was just born yesterday. “Mama down peese” is his request of choice when he wants me to get on the floor and play cars with him. “Up. Cook.” when he wants to make dinner with me. And so many more that I can’t even keep up with the words coming out of his face.

We were even able to put him into his new room this week and it wasn’t even a thing. Adam was just like, okay cool this is my room now. No big thing.

This week he started sleeping for more than half the day. Then he got a slight cough that today erupted into congestion and a fever and a cough. Despite being miserable, Adam’s personality is still there. He wants to read and play and go outside as much as possible, stuffy nose be damned.

There is that time, though, when my first baby needs to get on my lap with Bear and Little Bear and cuddle the crap out of me, and I’m so there.

Because my first baby is still my baby and always will be.