First LSU Game...

First off, I'm going to pat myself on the back not only for posting twice in a week -- much less one weekend -- but I'm actually pretty timely with my topics instead of playing catch-up. Go me! So yes, as I mentioned in my post yesterday, we took David Scott to his first LSU game last night. But first, we had to make a quick trip by the Urgent Care to have his foot looked at. Rewind to last Thursday. I noticed our boy had an ant bite and a few mosquito bites on his foot/ankle. The area was red and swollen and warmer than the rest of him, but this was not his first time to have a sensitivity to bug bites; Scotty apparently had similar issues as a kid. I couldn't find the topical Benadryl so I just rubbed some cortizone on it and we went on about our day. Friday, the area looked normal so we really didn't do anything to it. However, as were getting dressed for the game yesterday afternoon, we noticed his "bite-foot" was bruised looking (purpley-red) and said it hurt when Scotty pressed on it (he had not complained about it at all during the day). So, not knowing what was wrong, we made a pit stop by an Urgent Care place by the apt pre-game. Ugh. Those places are cesspools of germs and I just hope and pray that we don't get whatever ailed a couple of the poor, puking kids had who were waiting along with us. I tried not to breathe as much as possible.

Anyway, we finally got called back to our own room where we waited some more. But then the doctor came in and kind of anti-climatically said that he's just had a severe allergic reaction to the bug bites and the blood from the earlier swelling was now settling further down in his foot as pulled by gravity. Yay! So off to the game we went.

As with the Saints game, there were multiple bathroom trips throughout the first half, but distractions with popcorn, ice/water, the band, Mike, and cheering meant that we got to stay until almost the end of the third quarter. DS had a good time once again. This time, there was no mid-game nap, nor did he fall asleep on the way home, and actually didn't go to sleep til almost 10:30. Scotty delusionally asked if the boy might sleep late this morning. I laughed at him. Sure enough, about 5:45 this morning, I hear, "Mama! I'm want to come in your room!" So we let him come on in and all slept a few more glorious hours.

We have all been enjoying the slightly cooler temps and are looking forward to fall.

Football Games...

Scotty and I took David Scott to his first Saints game last weekend. He enjoyed it. And we tried to. But it's kind of hard when you're when your toddler has to go to the bathroom (3 times before the first half was even over), and the three and a half of us were sharing our two seats. Good times. David Scott went to sleep right after halftime and slept until halfway through the 4th quarter. At that point, we became fair-weather-fans, noting that the Saints were not going to win, out kid was asleep, and we wanted to avoid the mass of people who would be leaving at the end of the game. So we left. And leaving the Superdome and NO was...not bad. Our boy enjoyed himself (while he was awake) and that's all that matters. However, I probably will not make it to another game this season. After walking all the way across LSU's campus at 5 months pregnant in the hot sun the previous day, and then going to the Saints game on Sunday, this Mama was beat. I'm looking forward to watching games from the comfort of our home (we close on Monday!!!), in my jammies, for most of the season. But not today. Today/tonight, we are taking DS to his first LSU football game. It should be...interesting...but fun!

It's a...

B-O-Y!!!  We are so excited that David Scott is getting a little brother!  Baby Boy will be here before we know it. And yes, we have a name -- Andrew Wright Rainwater. His name is inspired by both My family and Scotty's. Andrew comes from Anders - and since my nephew is Anders, well, we're not trying to recycle anything.  Wright is the last name of Scotty's grandparents, more affectionately known as Mamaw and Papaw.  And although Papaw passed away just before DS turned one, I know that he would be thrilled that another part of his name lives on in his second-born great-grandchild. It has yet to be determined if we will call him Andrew (my choice) or Drew (his Daddy's preference). I guess we'll just wait to see if he looks more like an Andrew or a Drew once he arrives.

We got several good ultrasound pics including the money-shot confirming his gender. Here's another pic of the baby -- thumb-sucking and all: