BROTHER SASHA

If any of you have wondered how much a 2 year old really understands the coming of a sibling, allow me to shed some light :)
So for months, I've been asking Taylor what we should name her brother when he gets here and her reply has always been, "Sister". So recently, when I've asked her what we should name him because he'll be here soon, she said, "What you mean, Mommy? His name is Sasha!". I've told her that Sasha is her cousin and that her brother is another little boy that will be here and he'll be really tiny. There are perks to her not understanding though; lately she has taken to actually helping me pick up her playroom while saying, "Hurry, Mommy! Let's pick up toys so when Brother Sasha gets here we can play!! He's coming soon!" Hmmmm....
So I imagine there will be some blatant disappointment on her end when a little ball of pink skin, squinty eyes, and non-stop hunger ends up being brought home and not her fun-loving, huggable, playful cousin Sasha :(
I am also getting to peek into the window of my actions by watching Taylor. The other day Taylor went and sat down in her Scooby-Doo chair, sighing dramatically, and rubbing her belly. When I asked her what was up, she said, "Sasha is kicking again. I need to rest a minute."
Good lord, this little girl is going to be mighty confused for a while when her brother finally gets here! Although, she seems excited and tells me often that she has a "big job" to do when he gets here because she wants to change him and feed him and scritch his back :)

Happy Independence Day!!

So, we went up north (only an hour north :) and stayed in a cabin over the 4th, which was....interesting. The "cabin" was actually a double-wide trailer, and would not be considered clean. Most everything in the "cabin" was uncomfortable and half-broken---and made the term "toddler-proof" very much just an ideal. The first day, we missed the napping window so it was a long day already, then we ended up at the Waupun Urgent Care for some crazy infected spider/mosquito bites on poor Taylor's body. They were swollen to the size of golf balls and getting redder by the minute. So we left with an antibiotic prescription, Caladryl, Motrin, and Zyrtec. So after the first day I was thinking the rest of the weekend was going to be a bust, but she ended up sleeping for 12 hours/night and taking 2-1/2 hour naps each day----and since her not sleeping was my main fear, I was much more relaxed!
The rest of the weekend was just running around outside, going into town for ice cream and parks, and, eventually, swimming. Taylor talked about going "swimeem" all weekend, and since the town we stayed in is literally surrounded by a lake (as well as correctional institutions, but I digress), I assumed there would be at least one public beach.....there was not. So I finally found out the town has a public pool which we went to and that was probably Taylor's most favorite hour of the weekend :) They had a big pool that was beach-entry and never got above 2 feet deep so she was able to run around like crazy and she had a blast!! So, needless to say, we won't be going back to Fox Lake anytime soon, but Taylor had a good time and she at least got one little family vacation as an only child before her world turns upside down with Junior Pants coming into the picture :)