Saturday

There's no such thing as a flattering angle right now.

Stromboli

Sunday prep

Family movie night

Sore ribs thanks to little ninja

It's about consistency

So today here is my post!  Must show a pic of Sampson (AKA Hulkie) soon.

Super Brief from Super Tired

Today...I bought a bunch of fruit at a sweet 13-hour sale.  Today...I sent out a slough of emails to take care of a ton of calling housekeeping.  Whew!  Today...I got to take a nap with my sick husband while my 2.5 year old went bananas pulling toys out and bringing them into our bedroom, even as my almost 5 year old used me as a chaise lounge of sorts.  Today...I made 3 chicken pot pies, 2 to freeze.  Today...will hopefully end on a high note of working fast and sleeping hard.

S-N-O-W

It was a weird night, as many are when one is expecting, but what made it especially weird last night was that Husband was feeling sick and up all night, so every time I woke up and he wasn't there I had to reorient myself to the situation.  However, I did notice it was light outside all night and was surprised to realize that the under an inch of snow we were promised was more like 4 inches.  The kids, especially Judy and Dragon, were in heaven.  Lots of giant snowballs created on the playground, I hear.  I had a go-go-go kind of day, which is really challenging lately.  I am starting to fall behind on housework and am hoping I get some nesting energy somewhere in here, because a clean house is essential for bringing home My Precious, hehe.

My adventure of the day?  Even though I was going very...quite...slow, I did a 180 when turning down the street to Quiet Man's school.  I reacted fairly well, especially considering Hulkie managed to continue his tantrum threw the spin.  I mean, could have paused in awe or fear for a second?  Nope.

Speaking of Hulkie, in my continued efforts of helping me realize he is not going to be my baby anymore (read big boy bed for the last week officially), I gave him a shorter haircut.  Husband and I realized we like him with a more babyish look/slightly longer hair than the usual buzz cut we do, but his hair had gotten so wild (cow lick baby!) that I felt it my civic duty to get it well under control.

Adios.

So Stinkin Cute

So, I have spent a whole lot of moula on this kid in the last month, like a whole lot.  Birthday, baptism, starting Cub Scouts.  Yes, all our choice, but it hurts a little.  And the Scout Shop, they are blood suckers, helpful blood suckers but blood suckers nonetheless.

I've been so surprised how excited he has been about Cub Scouts.  I was an Assistant Cub Master when he was 3 or 4 and I drug him and his 2 siblings to every single meeting pretty much.  I was not and am not in love with Cub Scouts, but when this guy put on his shirt and neckerchief...awwwwww!  I am glad he has a good attitude and is loving Scouts, at least 2 meetings in.

The Quiet Man is Awesome

A flurry of a day...but what was I to expect from the first day back from a school break?  The morning started off great though.  Waking up...stunk, but then I was getting ready, and The Quiet Man was shadowing me.  I came out of the bathroom, and he was asking me all sorts of questions.  Then I started lotioning my itchy swollen belly, and he got this totally amused look on his face and said, "That's your belly?  I've never seen your baby belly!"  He rubbed my tummy, traced some of my numerous stretch marks and said, "That's awesome!  Your baby belly is awesome!"  He even went to tell Dragon Master how awesome my baby belly was.  It just made my morning because, you know, I am not a glowing perfectly proportioned preggo babe, but my body is doing an amazing job growing our baby girl, and even an almost 5-year-old can plainly appreciate that.  Bless that little guy.

The day after that, too crazy, though Hulk and I had a very good time at my CNM appointment (baby's heart is so fast, 160 two appointments in a row because I grow them hyper and lively) and afterward and, well, Hulkie is in a crazy cute stage.  I could gush, but I need to get to work, so no gushing.

I LOVE MY KIDS!  

Six weeks Sunday

I don't know why, but I feel obligated to attempt what I consider clever titles sometimes for posts.  I started calling this 6 weeks Sunday because I taught Sharing Time to our primary children for the sixth time in a row today.  Keep in mind, getting up in front of people, even 3 year olds, scares me and I've had 6 weeks (December had 5 Sundays plus my counselor caught a flu bug of some sort at Legoland-yay for Legos, boo for contagious illness) in a  row of it, so I am feeling pretty relieved by now.  BUT, it is also around 6 weeks until I get to hold the little alien/stranger/BFF that now has taken over my body in my arms.  I can't wait!!!

We did have a special guest at our house overnight, quite a rarity, and the kids had a blast with her!!!

Sure, these may look like the same kids as yesterday, but they look a bit more bright eyed I think.

Hulkie-decided after over a year of going to nursery flawlessly from day 1 that he would do the I'm scared to be separated from mom.  Thank goodness there are some awesome guys and ladies in there because I left home flopping on the floor and pretending that he was traumatized when I knew within 1 minute he'd be playing away.

 The Quiet Man-arm pictured with what he has dubbed his "church bag" above and charming blue eyes below.  He thinks his so sneaky because he has a few fun things in his church bags, but I'm not a new cowboy to this rodeo.  Oh the contraband kids have tried to pull on me as we go to church.  Still, he carried his bag all day and felt quite special and only brought out his kitty LoveLove? once.

 Dragon Master-he insisted on ONE MORE PICTURE while still feeling super special about being baptized, this time with his CTR ring from Grandma A.  Look really close on his hand if you want to see it.  It is a spinner ring, a bit big, so I'm hoping he will keep it safe until it will stay firm on his growing fingers.  You can also see his brand new scripture case with engraved scriptures in it (you can't see that part).  He feels pretty proud of that and has been reading and marking last night and today.  The more good word they get the better, I guess.

 Then we have Judy Moody, who was bound and determined that Aunt Ja go to class with her and sit with her all through church.  It didn't go as planned perfectly, but they all do love Ja.  Me too.  And each of the 3 oldest are excited about their new classes (mostly just meaning they each got new teachers).  Should be a good year in primary, though I will be distracted in another month or so for a bit.