The addition.

While the blog title may be deceiving, 'the addition' I'm referring to is not house business (for once), although I wish that addition would hurry up and take place.

We are adding another member to the Munce family! Dave and I are excited to announce that baby #3 is in the works and is expected make it's grand entrance sometime in late October. This pregnancy has definitely been the hardest on me so far. Between nausea and exhaustion, everyday has been a challenge. Not to mention the rest of the excitement going on in our lives. I will be 14 weeks on Monday, so I'm hopeful that the first trimester symptoms will begin to subside.

I had an ultrasound on Monday and was relieved to get a great report. I am officially advanced maternal age which makes me high risk, so needless to say, we are hoping for a very uneventful pregnancy and delivery. Im under no false illusions that once this baby is born, my life will be more hectic than I could ever imagine as I will have three kids, three and under, but we will survive :).

Here are a few photos of the newest member of the Munce family.

Baby's profile with its hand by its nose. 

3-D image of the previous image. Peek a boo! 

Baby's footprint. 

A move and a boys trip.

We made the transition to our little rental last week and overall, I'd say it went pretty well. The kids were busy at Maggie's on moving day so Dave and I could work together and get as much done as possible. There is a train track that runs next to and behind the house (it is literally a stones throw away). So we woke to trains the first night, the whole house was vibrating. Needless to say, that is something we will have to get used to.

Dave was on call the following day so I took the kids to Miss Jaspers' playtime and went to my parents' house to clean, vacuum, change sheets, and pick up dog poop. What a morning. I was so efficient, and so exhausted by the time it was all done.

Months ago, Dave booked a boys weekend to see Greenday get inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. At the time, it seemed great and really fun and awesome, however, when the timing coincided with the move to the rental, I nearly blew my top. We were in new surroundings, I was not feeling very settled and I was overall just over the whole being out of our house deal. He left on Friday and I pulled up my big girl pants and made it through the weekend. The anticipation is always so much worse than it actually ends up being. The house was gradually feeling more homey by Sunday. The kids and I hardly woke up to the trains by the end of the weekend. Dave returned on Sunday evening and by Monday morning he claimed he was over the rental and ready to move out. I got a good laugh out of that as the kids and I had been there for nearly a week and he had been there for maybe 24 hours.

Seven weeks and two days until we move home (not that I'm counting down or anything ;).

Crazy hair. 

Bowling party for Sully's buddy, Rhys. 

Picking up daddy from the airport. 

Star Wars fun with Rhys. 

Tubby time at the rental. 

Hall of Fame induction. 

Ringo Star's drumset. 

Souvenirs and smiles. 

Wrapping up Riverview.

Its hard to believe we have been here for almost 10 weeks and it is already time to move on. Since we have been here, Sully has given up diapers and his crib, both sure signs that he is a big boy. Unfortunately the crib transition has not been smooth, at all, in fact, it has been an absolute nightmare. Unless one of us lays with him until he falls asleep, he will come running out looking to play, it is exhausting, to say the least. Bedtime is when I wish we were home and had our own bedrooms to retreat to. Since Sully and Greta are currently sharing, we feel like we need to do whatever possible in order to assure he doesn't wake her, which results in us completely catering to his every whim. Transitions, phases, call it what you want, we need to get on to the next one, asap. I like to think of myself as a pretty patient and fun mom, but I am neither of those right now. Spending an evening at work has never felt so amazing.

We are off to a small rental beginning on Wednesday and we will stay there for 8 weeks. Everything is on schedule for us to move back in to the house on June 13th. I go through weekends (usually weekends Dave is on call) feeling desperate to be home, to have my own space and to feel settled. I am looking forward to this being the last move before the last move, and having open shelves and closets to move in to. I am not looking forward to living next door to a set of train tracks and not having a dishwasher. Everything is temporary, I keep telling myself that, I can do anything temporarily... Now if we could just get Sully to sleep!

We will miss my parents' house. The old familiarity of things, the amazing outdoor space, the huge kitchen and the cozy living room. I am a bit bummed that we wont spend any time here while my dad is here as the kids talk about him so much (I use grandpa's potty, I take a tubby in grandpa's tubby). We are grateful for the time we did spend with my mom here, when she was home. I feel like the kids developed a deep space in their souls for her, something I will appreciate for years to come, that and the fact that she made room for us in her quiet space without question or hesitation. There is no doubt that we will be frequent visitors once we have moved out, don't worry, mom ;).

Easter at the Willard farm.

Prezoo smiles (Sully wore his monkey for the monkeys :)).

Eating duck food.

Matching fleece jackets, Greta loving the hand me downs. 

He loves his basketball shirt, this is his third day
in a row in it. 

Shooting hoops in the driveway. Don't you love the
basketball net holder (the tree)?!

The Magnolia Tree blooms. 

Backyard fun.  

Watering grandma's flowers. 

The usual order of things, Sully leads, Greta is always a few steps behind. 

Popcorn night while mommy is at work. 

Popcorn night gone wrong.