Saturday, April 30, 2011

Busy Day

Today was house cleaning day. I wanted it to be a really good one, so I spent some time this morning creating a game. Using the kid's road-rug, I made different locations on the rug represent rooms in our house. We would spin the spinner to see which room to "drive" our cars to, and from there picked a card that said what job(s) the family would do in that room. We were supposed to see how many cards/jobs we could get done during a song. Turns out, not even one job. Asher lost interest basically immediately. Brennan did pretty good, but we still couldn't be very fast. After the third spin, we dropped the game completely.

Brian ended up pulling out all his belongings and going through EVERYTHING, which meant I had to do the same with mine. Now, the house looks pretty much zero cleaner (you know how "organizing" makes things worse before they're better?), but it is lighter, with Brian taking a (literal) truck load of stuff to Goodwill and after having dumped several large garbage bags into the dumpster. Whew! This Mama is TIRED!

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Movin' Right Along

Things seem to be progressing. At my 39.2 week check-up today Dr. Rampton exclaimed how very, very low our daughter is and I'm just about 3 cm dilated. He said, "boy, you are just right on the cuff of labor." I'm supposed to call him at home tomorrow morning before he leaves for an overnight church outing, but it sounds like we might break my water on Sunday. He believes that will be enough to get contractions started and I can then enter the hospital with the anti-inductionists non the wiser :-) Of course, once we got home from said appointment Brian said he sort of prefers the idea of waiting for events to happen on their own even if it's after Rampton has left for his trip to Utah. (I will almost assuredly have this baby before the time Rampton is to return one way or another.) Here's the pros of waiting: Asher came on his own and labor, though excruciating, was only 2 hours. If I'm induced, I suspect things will take longer, but I'll probably get to have an epidural and skip the pain of the final stages of labor, including pushing. It's so tough to decide! What would you do?

Saturday, April 9, 2011

I Think I Have a Serious Problem

Brian’s off craigslisting for me for me today.  If I like what I see in person, we’ll be the proud owners of another couch. (And if I don’t like what I see, we’ll sell it ourselves.)  My Mom commented recently that if we ever move away she’ll miss our entertainment value – our constantly changing assortment of furniture.  What?  I don’t know what she’s talking about.  In our 7 years of marriage Brian and I have owned or borrowed only…

7 couches, 5 entertainment centers, 5 dining sets, 6 computer/office desks, 4 rocking chairs, and an assortment of other furniture from coffee tables to dressers to drafting tables. (Oh, and 6 vehicles plus a motorcycle.) Yeah, I don’t know what my Mom is talking about.


Thursday, April 7, 2011


Apparently Brennan needed to make up some sleep debt. It’s 11:00am and I still haven’t seen him. I’ll have to wake him up when I’m done with this though to get him off to school :-)


One night about 2 weeks ago I really wanted the the boys to go to sleep sooner so I put Brennan in my and Brian’s bed to be moved after Brian got home from McGraths. Around 12:30am I went upstairs to put something away and saw that Asher’s light was on. When I entered, I had to smile when I saw his sleeping spot of choice.

About a week before that, Brian and I were getting ready for bed and when Brian opened our closet Asher came falling/stumbling out having been sleeping in the rubbermaid bucket of shoes. He said only “you woke me up!” accusingly as he grabbed his blanket and walked back to his own room.

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I was standing holding this chair for about 30 seconds before noticing what was living in it in its folded position. I guess that’s why people usually put these chairs back in their bags.

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054 Asher wanted some belly shots of his own since he was taking some for me.

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