The Blessing and Curse of Co-sleeping

Quick Update-We made it to Utah! It was a long and arduous process, but we did it. Thanks to all those that helped us! Flights were interesting. We had a ton of bags so the airline lady thought she'd help us and pre-tag our bags so we didn't have to drag them all the way through security; however we didn't hear that part and did it anyway. Our second flight was severely delayed due to the fact that the airport wasn't ready for a plane with stairs. Seriously? We left almost an hour later because of communication problems concerning the fact that our plane had stairs you had to climb in order to board. But without that delay we wouldn't have had to run to our last connecting flight. And what is moving overseas if you don't have to run through the airport?

Co-sleeping. I know, a lot of people have varying opinions on whether you should co-sleep with children or not. Tyler and I kind of fell into co-sleeping with Michael due to living in a one room O'hana for the better part of a year. It isn't that we didn't have a crib for him, he just refused to really ever sleep in it. And things weren't bad, especially after we got a bigger bed, but now that we are back to sleeping on a full sized mattress instead of a queen... I can't do it! It isn't just the fact that Michael is a lot bigger now, or that he is constantly kicking. I think the biggest problem I have now is that I'm six months pregnant and uncomfortable, like always. It is ridiculously hard to sleep when one baby is kicking my insides and the other is kicking, wiggling, and sometimes even headbutting me in his sleep. This is the curse of co-sleeping. So what do we do now? We have to try to get him into his own bed. (Preferably his own room). That, however is going to be an adventure in and of itself. So what blessings have come from co-sleeping? I think the biggest blessing that has come from this situation is the bond I have with my son. He is the most loving and caring little boy I know. And although that can be a bit of a hassle sometimes, it really is sweet. When I am feeling bad or have a migraine, he is always worried about me and gives me hugs. He always wants mom and dad to be happy. The other night when I got up to go to the bathroom (because pregnant women pee on the hour) he cried and screamed until I came back. After that he had a death grip on my neck for the rest of the night. But it really is a blessing. I wouldn't change our decision to co-sleep. However, I don't think I would ever do it again. Nope. This next little boy will always sleep in his own bed during the night. Now the question is how I can say no to this little boy?

Stress, Tears, and Ouchies

Why can't moving be easier? Or could we just put off moving until we have a little more money? (Wouldn't that be the dream). However, I think moving will always be stressful. Right now we are facing the final four days of living in Hilo, Hawaii and still have things to do. We have things to ship, things to sell, and packing to do. Although it doesn't seem like a long list, it's hard to manage when money is tight. The more I even think of shipping our few boxes to the states and how much it is going to cost to check baggage I'm mortified. We have yet to sell our car, which is by far the most important thing that needs to go. And it is because of this that I just wish this whole ordeal was over and done with. The more stressed I become the more I cry. Only fair for a pregnant lady right? But the more stressed I become, the more of an attitude Michael seems to have and the more he cries when things don't go his way. But I guess that is understandable, he feeds off of my energy; so the harder it is for me to be happy, the harder it is for him. Does that make me a bad mother? Haha. I'm just not sure how many breakdowns my dear husband can take though... He puts up with so much from the two of us and asks for so little in return. I wish I could give him something to show how much I appreciate his patience. Through all of the stress and tears, I always find time to worry about my little boy. It seems like the more attitude he acquires, the more of a temper he gets. Not to mention he is becoming more and more adventurous. Combined these two things really scare mommy. I know that it is important for him to fall down and learn the importance of getting back up. But could we please do it without breaking anything? We've already face planted on the sidewalk and head-butted the wall multiple times. I guess Heavenly Father really was looking out for this kid when he gave him a thick skull. But what is there to protect mommy from all the scares that come from having an overly adventurous and temper prone child? Anyway. I think it suffices to say, I will be very happy when this is all over. Please enjoy these pictures of my amazingly cute little boy

need to take more pictures... he grows up too fast