Ya Plant Corn, Ya Get Corn.

We didn't eat at the dinner table tonight. We grilled out tilapia and pineapples with rice and veggies. It was awesome. The veggies were a medley that I steamed in their bag in the microwave for 5 minutes. Love those things.

So Justin and I are watching Jeopardy and Gabriel is in his high chair and we're chatting and all of a sudden Gabriel says, "Mommy. I got a veggie in my nose!"

Oh great.

I walked over to him and plugged the left side of his nose and said, "Blow. As hard as you can." And what do you know.... out flies a pea across the room.

Disgusting.

The funny thing is. I distinctly remember getting a peanut stuck in my nose when I was about Gabe's age... maybe a little older.

Thus, the title of this blog.

A Third Child???

No, no... don't worry, I'm not pregnant!

I took both of my kids to the grocery store with me, by myself, for the first time the other day. I had been scared to do this because my newly-turned 3 year old son, Gabe, has a tendency to run off, hide, and tell random strangers that his baby sister likes to eat Mommy's boobies. I seriously prayed as I left the house. "Please God... just let me get both kids back home without losing Gabe, or having to scrape him off the candy isle screaming, or....ugh. Amen."

We arrived, I put Zoe in her carrier up top and sat Gabe down inside the cart. We went STRAIGHT to the Publix bakery for a free cookie. This buys me about 10 minutes. Thankfully, Gabe eats slow. I zipped up and down the isles in record time, piling the groceries on top of Gabe. Got to the check out. And the wonderful bagger lady helped me to my car without even asking if I needed her to. ROCK ON!

But what about my third child? Ahhh.....yes Good ole' diabetes. It's like having a third kid to worry about sometimes. Diapers? check. Sippee cups? Check. Extra clothes? check. Blood glucose meter? Juice for low blood sugars? Extra pump supplies? Batteries? Lancets? Dexcom? And then there's always that nagging feeling when you DO forget something... "Do I turn the car around and go get it? Or do I chance it and keep going?" If I start to feel funny I have to stop and test my blood sugar (or these days look at my CGMS) "Am I high? low? Do I need water? Juice? Is this headache totally unrelated to diabetes and just a result of being an over-tired new Mom?"

Can you tell I'm a little frustrated today with the big "D"? Sometimes we have these days

*end rant*

I love my first two children with all my being. The third I'd give away in a heartbeat. Any takers? ha.

Zoe And Justin

Today Gabriel begged me to let him test his blood sugar. I showed him the lancet and told him it would hurt. He kept persisting. So I did it. He didn't even flinch. He thought it was so cool. He was 110 about 30 minutes after eating milk and a banana. Good reading. I pray daily that neither of my kids ever get diabetes.

My husband is a goofball, but his girls sure do adore him. Our daughter, Zoe, is absolutely in love with him. I love watching her crack up when he makes funny sounds and faces for her. Enjoy!