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Yesterday I did housework.
Not sure what is wrong with me. I would claim to be nesting but I don't think that happens until the third trimester. Can't really say for sure because even pregnancy has never prompted me to clean like a crazy woman. So, maybe it's a virus? Like some kind of clean freak parasite taking over my body?
I actually unloaded
reloaded the dishwasher. Washed the Crockpot. Got dinner in and cooking with plenty of time to spare. All before 10am! Dinner finished cooking at exactly 5pm on the dot.
Which is exactly when my husband declared it was time to take the kids swimming in the still too cold pool. So, we kept dinner on warm and I watched my crazy shivering family splash around for an hour. They had a blast!
This morning I realized that somehow, during the course of the day yesterday, half the dining room table was mysteriously cleaned off. I have no memory of these events. This leads me to conclude that the parasite theory is indeed valid.
You will be happy to know that today I am fully recovered and back to my usual housecleaning avoidance at all costs ways.
Though I really do need to do a load of laundry. We have a busy weekend ahead of us full of going places that require suitable attire and not superhero feety pajamas.
Where can I find that parasite?
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See this rocking chair?
It was mine when I was a wee one. Then my
generous parents thought they would give it to my children so they could enjoy it and someday pass it down to their own children.
Unfortunately, I was a much better behaved child than my own children are. I chalk that up to the good parenting I received.
Might as well have been raised in a barn.
They have yet to grasp the concept of
in chairs. Rather, they seem to believe that all furniture was created to be their own personal jungle gym. Every day I hear the creak of my favorite little rocker, threatening to give out and crumble into sawdust. I turn to see my son standing in it while attempting to rock hard enough to launch into orbit. I begin to have convulsions.
It also doesn't help that the chair has become the favorite item to use in a "friendly" game of tug of war. See, now both kids love the chair. Even though they have several other child sized chairs and adult sized couch, loveseat, recliner at their disposal, only the rocker will do.
Finally a compromise is reached.
Good for their friendship. Still maybe not the best for the chair.
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Have I mentioned that my son is obsessed,
with the baby in mama's tummy?
He takes super good care of the baby. Pats my tummy while talking and singing to him/her. Makes sure I try a variety of foods, to see if the baby likes them. Doesn't really matter if I like them or how morning sick I might feel. I should still try them for the baby.
He watched a Gerber commercial and was quick to inform me that I needed to eat lots of fruits and vegetables because babies need them to grow. (When I informed him that he also needed to eat
vegetables he disagreed.)
He checks my tummy every morning to see if the baby is growing. He informs me EVERY morning that the baby has grown "
a whole LOT
" overnight. According to the app on my phone, the baby is currently the size of an apple. Apples weigh about 6 lbs, right?!
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This is the picture he drew of the baby.
He might be a little too observant for a 5 year old. Especially since this is the only actual picture of the baby he has seen.
|Worst sonogram pic ever?
He did go to the Dr. appointment with me and was in the room when the sonogram was done. He played his video game the entire time and never looked up. A week later he asked me. "Mama? When we went to the doctor, did they put a baby in your tummy?"
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Facts of life according to my son. Mama goes to the doctor and they put the baby into her tummy. Baby grows inside her tummy. Then we go to the hospital and the doctor cuts the baby out.
I would like to clarify that we have never used artificial insemination. All my babies got in my tummy the good old fashion way. Via stork.
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My husband just sent me a text letting me know that Bruce Campbell (Bruce Campbell!!!!) will be at the "Fan Days" convention in October. I will be the 9 months pregnant woman waddling up to the booth to meet the great Bruce Campbell, star of Evil Dead, Evil Dead II, Army of Darkness, Old Spice commercials, and, you know, he was in the Spider-man movies and some other stuff.
The convention is Oct. 19-21. Which settles, once and for all, that this baby can not come before Oct. 22.
I am so excited!
Possibly even more excited than I am about this month's Comic Con with Patrick Stewart. Patrick Stewart! Believe me I am excited! I might have sort of named my child after him. Sort of. In a manner of speaking. Don't worry. His name isn't Patrick Stewart. Or Stewart Patrick.