Big Day

March 31st was a big, busy day in our family. The boys and I went with my Grandma to Kings Orchard in Plantersville to do some strawberry picking.  It was a chilly morning, hence the jackets, but beautiful and sunny.  Perfect picking weather.  I've wanted to go for a couple years now, but never made the time.  Now that we've gone I'm definitely going back.  They are the MOST delicious berries I've ever eaten.  The boys picked quite alot and we ate them every day for over a week, at almost every meal.  I hesitate buying any at the grocery now, they'll just taste so bland!



Carter showing off the beginning of his loot.  He filled that box up - about 7ish pounds worth.

Cole ran everywhere and finally wanted in the wagon, he became a lazy picker but at least I didn't have to chase him like usual.

Here's a video of Cole babbling to Grandmama while picking berries.  Some of them were really stuck to the plant and you couldn't get it off.  If you listen closely you can hear him grunt and say "Uh Oh."  He's so cute.

That afternoon Brian and I took Carter with us to our big ultrasound at the doctor's office to check on the baby. By now I'm sure you all know we are having a boy.  We are very excited.  I've heard several cute replies like "those Sheltons must be working on a basketball team" (Brian's brother has two sons under the age of 2), or "now you'll never have to do yard work again, the boys will do it".  But my favorite has definitely been that I'll remain the "Queen of the Castle"  That is definitely true.  Though, the title of Queen sounds a little prissy.  I'm definitely a down and dirty Mother of Boys and I pride myself on that.  I'm very excited about doing this a third time.  I think the only person a little disappointed was Carter.  He really wanted a baby sister.  I think it's because he terrified of having another handful like Cole :) Cole gives him a run for his money!  But it's been 3 weeks now and he hasn't mentioned it since that first day.  So I think we'll be okay.  He does want to know what the name is going to be.  As does everyone else.  The big question now is will I pick another C name.  Or rather, will Brian and I pick another C name :)    I like to wait and name my babies once they're born but my girlfriends who are throwing me a shower are BEGGING me to tell them ahead of time.  Hmm, we'll see :)

Carter was so excited about going to the ultrasound, or as we explained it to him - an xray of the baby.  The tech was showing us all the body parts - "here's a leg, here's the head, here's an arm" And when she played the heart beat and showed us the heart, Carter wanted to know where God was.  He was concerned that God wasn't in the baby's heart.  We always talk about how God is in our hearts and when they showed a picture of the heart, he really thought he'd see God.  It was the sweetest moment.  I wish I had it on video.  I told him that when the baby was born he'd have to tell him all about God, how much we love God and how much God loves us.  And then we'll know that God was in his heart.  Oh, the thoughts of four year olds. 

He also prays for the sweetest and funniest things at bedtime.  He starts of thanking God for the "WONDERFUL" day - he emphasizes wonderful.  Then moves on to telling God his favorite part of the day, he'll throw in a please make "fill in the blank" person better, and then end with a thank you for making his Mommy, or his Daddy, or the baby in Mommy's tummy.  Then, because Cole doesn't really talk, he asks me what Cole wants to pray for.  I'll give him an idea but he ALWAYS says 'NO, he doesn't want to pray for that."  He wants to tell God, "Thank you God for his milk, thank you for his pacifiers, and thank you for his crib."  In that order.  Every night.  And if I suggest that that is what he wants to pray for, he'll still say no and just change up the order.  Super sweetie!

Back to the big day - we went out that evening and celebrated with Matthew and Allison.  They were in town for a wedding shower that Alli was co-hosting.  That was the first time we'd seen them since they'd announced that she was pregnant too.  She is 4 weeks behind me.  And is having a completely different pregnancy than me.  Hey, maybe she'll finally give the Wilcoxsons a girl - who knows.  The poor thing has been sick the entire time.  And can't eat anything spicy.  Holy cow am I the opposite.  If it isn't packed with flavor, don't even give it to me.  I order everything extra spicy, or extra onions, etc.  And even will admit to eating a jalapeno cheeseburger for breakfast on more than one occasion.

I go back for another ultrasound on 4/28.  This little guy was moving around so much they couldn't get all their measurements.  So we need another one just to be safe, although they assured me they saw nothing abnormal - it's just a check list of measurements.