I haven't gotten everyone called yet, but . . .

We're expecting another baby! Right around Valentine's Day. Are we excited? yes. Stressed and overwhelmed? yes. Reprioritizing everything? yes.

Several people have told me that I need to post the conversation we had when we told the kids, so here it is:

On Father's Day, after our bedtime prayers, we asked the children, "What would you say if we told you that Mommy had another baby growing in her tummy?"

"Liar!" was Michael's gut response. (I say this to him when I know he's teasing me.)

"Why do you say that?" I asked him.

"Because you and Daddy always say that 'Four kids is PLENTY' " he responded with a cute, mimicing exaggeration of the word plenty.

Robert and I smiled and laughed. "Well, yes, but sometimes God just gives you another baby anyways." I responded. "Isaiah, what do you think?"

"I think I want it to be a boy." Isaiah says. Michael was still looking at me speculatively.

"Elizabeth, what do you think?" I asked. She walked over to me, looks at my tummy and then looks at me and says,

"There's a baby in there?" I nod. "Can I give it a hug and a kiss?" she asks.

"Yes" I answer. So Elizabeth bends down and gives the baby her first hug and kiss.

Isaiah interrupts and says, "Actually, I think we have enough boys around here, I think it should be a girl." Which is my guess too. Caleb was just mosying around, going from one lap to another, one chair to another. He's not very good about sitting for the Bible story and prayer time yet.

Michael continued to doubt us, so I asked Robert to go get my sonogram picture. Robert shared it with Michael and though there's really nothing you can see in it, Michael's seen them before, and it was enough to get him to believe us. However, he remains uncommented about his opinion.

A couple days later at family night, I asked Michael if he'd like to make our announcement to the rest of the family during the before meals prayer; his answer: "No, let Isaiah. He's more excited about it than I am." Isaiah was thrilled to make the announcement and did so very nicely.

So . . . a request: I don't like saying "it" for a whole pregnancy, and I don't want to find out this time (haven't talked to Robert about that yet). While my guess is a SHE, I also don't want to say that throughout and be wrong, so I was trying to come up with an inutero nickname like Amy's cute 'Boo' for her Halloween-due baby. Anyone got any good ideas for a Valentine's-due baby? or a fifth-due Trujillo?

Happy 5th Birthday Isaiah!

Happy Birthday Isaiah! I can't believe that you're 5 years old today! And for some reason you LOOK older today as I'm preparing these pictures . . . it's probably my mind playing tricks on me. . . You still have your ornery as ever smile though!

So, the party started as most Trujillo birthday parties do, with Mark and Jenny coming over early to help decorate the birthday cake/cookie in this case. (And, they weren't all that early today, but since they were registering for their due-in-3-weeks- baby that they just found out about YESTERDAY (YEAH!), I guess that was excuseable . . . :) )

Isaiah had been discussing a dinosaur birthday forever, then it changed to Transformers and "octimus rime". However, when we went to the store, he decided upon Star Wars, (mostly because mommie let him get a mask and an inflatable light saber -which, BTW, we didn't even make it around to inflating- to go with it). We decided the cookie should NOT have all that black icing on it, and should simply say "Happy 5th Birthday!"

As you can tell, the birthday child always gets to help with the decorating,
and they love every minute of it!

And Mark always "does the icing" . . . This translates to: squirts remaining icing STRAIGHT INTO OUR MOUTHS!

Thanks Jenny and Mark for taking time today to help with this again! I know you had alot on your minds and to do lists today. Thanks for taking the time to make Isaiah's day extra special!

Then we went on to the opening of the gifts. He got several things, and we've played with most already. He tried on his shoes and said, "There's even room for my toes!"

Right now the kids are practicing for "Sliding Sorry".

When we asked him at supper, what his favorite gift was, he didn't really pick one. Instead, he just listed them all off. I was impressed that he remembered them all, and surprised that he didn't really have a favorite. . .

I love their faces as they tried to figure this one out.







Then it was time for blowing out the candles. (Thanks Amy for picking up my camera for this!) He was all business at the beginning.

But then, he didn't really like the candles Grandma Cheryl gave us to use. They said Sparkler Candles. Elizabeth said that it looked like fireworks on his cookie and Isaiah said "I don't want any of those like that." Well, his face says it all really . . .

Then he warmed up to them.

And blew them out with only a little difficulty.

Finally, at supper we asked if he had a good birthday today. He said, "Well, no, 'cuz Daddie gave me too much cookie and ice cream" with a completely serious look on his face.

We can never win!

I forgot to mention earlier, he's been counting down for awhile now, checking the calendar. Two days ago, he informed me that he was saving his K-State shirt for his birthday party. I was impressed that he had given it so much private thought and planning. I didn't realize 4 year olds did that. Anyways, point is, he was really anxious for his birthday and party, and he really was looking forward to it. Thank you again everyone, for the card and gifts, and for celebrating his birthday with him. He had a great day!

Caleb's Cute Quirk

Caleb, our 4th-but-you'd-think-he-was-an-only-child child, has a cute quirk. He likes to twist my hair. Anytime, anywhere. Here I was hurrying to get Isaiah ready for his ball game (which, if you'll remember from Isaiah's t-ball blog entry, isn't a great time) and Caleb decided he needed some reassurance.

So he came over and was searching, searching,

found my hair, pulled it out of the pony tail and TWISTS. Twist. twist and pull. twirl. pull. twist.

And then the other day I found this . .

He thought Lizziebear was Mommie laying with him and was twisting her hair!

Oh, I'm waking her up taking pictures with the flash on! Oops!

OK, honestly, sometimes this is a little bit of an annoying quirk when he pulls my hair out of my ponytail, or creates a rat and PULLS so that his fingers can go all the way through again. But more often than that, it lets me know that he loves his Mommie! It's amazing and nice that such a little thing can be so comforting.

Michael's coach pitch pics

Michael is playing coach pitch ball at St. Mark's this year. It is quite different than the Y ball he's played the last couple summers- VERY DIFFERENT! He's loving it though! His team is made up of going to 2nd and going to 3rd graders (Michael's going to 2nd). He plays catcher and outfield and 3rd base. . .

Though he hits my and Robert's and mom's pitches in our yards, he bats about 50% at games :). Here he's made a great hit and runs to make it to 1st! Great Job Michael!!!!

Notice the backs of their shirts- last names and numbers and everything- WOW! Big league stuff! :)

I spy a Trujillo

The other morning, I got up early to leave for tutoring, and here was the scene when I left. Can you spy 5 Trujillos? Look closely . . . Michael's hard to find.

Yes, we have a family bed-some mornings, not always. And, yes, I was in that open spot and SOMEHOW I got out of bed without waking anyone- to Daddie's delight, I'm sure!

Isaiah's t-ball

So Isaiah's in t-ball again this summer. This year he's playing for St. Marks. He argues and fights with me every time it's time to get dressed, however, he loves it once he gets there!

IN THE FIELD: In this particular picture he's playing right field . . . and not particularly paying attention. However . . .

When the ball came to him, he WAS ready and he DID stop it, stand, and make the throw to first. (Didn't make the out, don't remember why. . . ) GREAT JOB ISAIAH!

AT BAT:

Isaiah has been getting good hits (they do strike out after 3 missed), but often (whisper)-he's too slow- and gets thrown out at first. In last night's game, he made it on base at least once, maybe twice. But the one time I'm thinking of, he ran all the way around the bases (they pretty much only move one base per batter) but for the final batter, the other team had the sense to throw home for the force and they got him out. . . Better than the runner before him though (instead of running home, he ran straight from 3rd base to the dugout, so when they threw home, he was definitely out!)

Finally, Isaiah, smiling and showing how much he loves the sport (sorry it's sideways, I turned it twice, but when I download it/ or upload it, whatever, it keeps coming up sideways!) Big smile for all his fans! :) We love you Isaiah!