The Homestretch, Final Countdown, Bottom of the Ninth, whatever you want to call it

We are now just about 6 days away from meeting Deuce Pauley. I had a dr's appt this morning and she doesn't appear to be ready to make her entrance anytime soon so it looks like we'll be headed for the scheduled c-section next Tuesday, Feb. 10. I'm working on coming to terms with the scheduled c-section and keep reminding myself that the only thing that matters is that she's healthy and here and whichever route she takes to get here, won't really matter in the end. The good news is that we are in the final stretch and in less than a week, you'll get to find out her name!

In other news, my maternity leave is starting a little bit early because Will has had a bad cold most of the week. We are headed back to the doctor this afternoon because his cough still sounds like he smokes a pack a day. Will has developed this great technique for refusing any type of medicine you give him. He'll hold it in his mouth and then shoot it back out like a volcano. He then proceeds to spit for the next 30 minutes or so. Good times. I've tried mixing the medicine in choco pudding (yum!), shooting it into his mouth and wrestling him to the ground and holding his mouth shut and finally, using reason and cause and effect (Will, if you don't take this medicine, you won't get better) - you can imagine how well that one worked. SO, if anyone has suggestions, I'll gladly take them.

Just a few pictures from the week: I love this one because he looks so exasperated - "Mom, put the camera away, PLEASE!" He's also dressed in a typical Wyoming boy outfit. UW hat? Check. Camo shirt? Check. Sweatpants? Check. Slippers with footballs on them? Check.

Will's graps of the English language is moving ahead with leaps and bounds. Each day finds him saying something new and lately he's really started mimicking us. Good thing I wasn't emotionally invested in the Super Bowl because the only phrase he picked up was "jeeeez!" He likes to get Glenn to sit with him on the stairs and the command is "Dadda Sit!" Sorry about the open mouth food shot - at least it looks like it's going in and not coming back out.

We'll keep you posted on any news from the baby camp.