Killing Time

Before I get into all the details about Miles' birth and photo bomb you with newborn cuteness I have to back up to what we were up to before he arrived. Killing Time is a fitting title as I was really starting to lose it toward the end there and felt like I was being held prisoner in my own body. As the days passed, my ability to do things dwindled. This was my usual position, reading books to Nolan, watching tv and napping. 

I was feeling really anxious about taking Nolan out of the house on my own, fearing that I would go into labor and not be able to get home in time. Thank goodness for weekends! When Pat was home I could be brave and venture out for some family activities. We went to the park down the street from our house quite a bit.

Nolan got a big brother bike from Yaya. He's still pretty hesitant to try it out but talks about it all the time.

And to make up for my lack of adventure during the week I would bribe Nolan with super special outings to places like the cupcake shop and Menchies. This day was extra special though as we were celebrating a potty training success...pooping in the potty! It hasn't happened since so I think it was a fluke.

Nolan was incredibly patient with me despite my total lack of parenting/guidance/entertainment the last 3 weeks of my pregnancy. He was really a trooper about accommodating me and my ever changing hormonal moods. But I will cherish all the extra cuddles we shared those last few weeks and always be grateful that he showed me mercy.