Update

I know I haven't blogged in forever but I warned y'all......it's been a rough couple of months. School is kicking my quickly-growing butt. Somehow I put off all of my hard classes till the last 2 semesters of my MBA career. And when I say hard.....I mean HARD. And what is it about getting old and realizing how unimportant grades are? When I was in high school, I never made a C, barely made B's, always strived for A's. Never skipped a class- such a goody-goody. College- made mostly A's & B's, a couple of C's- never skipped intentionally, only if circumstances were dire.  In my grad school career, I have calculated just what grades I have to make on my assignments in order to just pass. Plus, I try to skip class as much as possible. But with these super hard classes, I can't skip because they're subjects that have to be explained to you in detail- like Financial Accounting. I effin hate Financial Accounting. Ugh. Anyway, I am supposed to graduate May 2011 so this semester plus the Spring semester left. Cross your fingers that I pass all my classes.

My pregnancy has developed the same back pain as with Tristan. This time I prepared for it. I bought these memory foam cushions for my chair at work and my chair at home where I do all of my homework. I have 3 heating pads, one that travels around the house with me. I also have been trying to do the Wii Fit exercises that are aimed at my back but with a 15 month old, working full time, and going to school, it's becoming increasingly hard to fit those exercises in. Basically I avoid social activites that are not required because if I can't bring my heating pad and/or cushion, it's going to be miserable for me. I know, I have the worst attitude for a pregnant woman. I don't care. I know millions of woman deal with this pain all the time. I don't care. I have chosen to be selfish with this pregnancy and think about myself mainly. So that means a lot of social interaction is turned down for my sanity. Sorry.

Tristan is growing so fast. He just had his 15 month check up and his head (he's got a big head) and height are in the 75 percentile. The doctor thinks he's going to be a tall boy. He looks ridiculously long when I am holding him- me and my short heighth plus this increasingly large belly. The boy has really gotten his personality overnight. Sure, he had a personality before but now he's actually capable of being funny. For example, our babysitter disciplines him by making him sit in the "time out corner". I approve of this because it teaches him somewhat of what he is doing wrong without scarring him with physical pain. Anyway, the other night, I did not allow Tristan to eat M&M's before bed because of how much sugar he was about to intake. But he saw Vincent grab some and eat them after I told him no. He was very upset and proceeded to push Vincent across the floor. We couldn't figure out what he was doing until Vincent ended up in the corner. He put Vincent in the corner! It was awesome. I couldn't stop laughing! It seems that his sense of humor popped up in the last few weeks. I love it. I know most parents are scared of their kids being sick or having physical problems but I was always scared my kids would have no sense of humor. To me, that is the worst. I relate to everyone I know with humor so if I my own kid didn't have humor, how would I relate??? It would definitely scare me. But thank God, Tristan has a sense of humor. He finally got a "real" hair cut where I allowed most of his hair to be shaved off. It was hard but it looks soooooo much better now. It's funny how you don't realize how terrible something looked until it's gone. :) He's also about to get a toddler bed and Vincent and I are dreading that. He already tries his hardest to get out of his crib now when we put him to bed so I can't even imagine what will happen when he can. Also, our doorknobs on all of our doors aren't those round ones but the ones that have a handle that sticks out to the left that you push down on. Yep, he's figured those out. And no, there's is no way to "block" him from doing it like there is with the round doorknobs. Oh yeah, and did I mention the stairs are right outside his doorway? The same ones he thinks he doesn't have to crawl down anymore but instead try and walk down, which he can't do? Needless to say, we're avoiding this transition.

Other than that, everything is going good. Baby is fine. Vincent is doing a great job of picking up where I left off with the house and Tristan before I became overwhelmed with classes so that helps a lot! Oh and we're still trying to sell the house but we think we're going to take it off the market, build another room, and then put it back on the market and still hope to sell it before the baby is born. Who knows? At this point, I'm ready for anything so it doesn't really matter to me.

I have taken some pictures of Tristan recently and played with them some in the new photo software that Vincent got me. I love playing with the photos but I definitely know that I am no pro. So don't judge.

And fyi, I post everything on Facebook so if you're not on it (Aunt El), get on it to get even more pictures of the little guy.
Here are the pictures: