Lame

Lame.
That's the word I would use to describe myself lately.
I don't cook, I certainly don't clean. I haven't made much of an effort with my friends lately and my husband told me tonight that he was going to go get ingredients at the store so he could make himself some banana bread and fresh pico de gallo. (not together, of course) He knew I wasn't going to do it! Poor guy.

*Sigh*

Honestly, all I want to do is sit on the couch and sleep or eat. Let me put it this way-it took an act of Congress for me to do just two loads of laundry today. Oh and the second load is still in the dryer.
But, I have an excuse....really I do.

There's a baby in my belly!!

Yep, I am 12 weeks preggo. Baby Garcia debuts on Aug 2nd, give or take some days. And although I have managed to escape the extreme nausea I had while I was pregnant with Kaleb, I still feel like I have been hit by a bus for most of the day.
The good news is I should start feeling more like myself soon because I'm entering my second trimester.
But for now, my house will remain dirty, my husband will stay hungry and my couch cushions will have my butt imprint temporarily etched in them.

And you know what? It's ok. For now. It know it won't last forever.

I will let myself relax, eat and dream of what this baby will be like. I will watch Kaleb play and think about what a good big brother he will be. I will take long naps with him and read him lots of books. I will sit next to him while he watches Wonder Pets and watch him smile at all his favorite parts. I will pick out moments in each day and vow to never forget them.
Actually, I can't think of a better way to spend this time.

Although I could clean up a little ;-)

Kisses for Kaleb

A few years back, Alf and I decided we would make it a priority in our relationship to always greet each other with a kiss when either of us returns home. It is a simple way to show our affection and it can do wonders to lift our spirits if we've had a bad day. We also decided we would always kiss each other goodbye every time we leave the house. Lots of kisses have become a Garcia family tradition and we have tried to maintain it as best we can (through the fights and all!) ;-)
In the last two years, Kaleb has picked up on all this kissing business and is quite a fan. The other night Alf was going to run to the store really quick for a couple of things and thought it would just be easier to slip out while Kaleb and I were playing. As soon as Kaleb noticed Alf putting on his shoes, he bolted for the garage door screaming, "Daddy, Daddy-Kiss, Kiss!" Alf, smiling at his boy's request, scooped him up in his arms and laid one on him. When Alf put him down, Kaleb then turned to me, pointed and said "Kiss Momma!" to which Alf was happy to oblige.
It was such a sweet, special moment that will forever be etched in my brain.
My hope for him is that one day he too will greet his wife and his kids with those same loving kisses. But for now, I will enjoy them all for myself...
Oh and I'll share them with Alf occasionally. ;-)