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After a week of not doing being able to do much of anything (except incubate, as Kevin says), I figured that I would have accomplished something.  I'm not sure what I was expecting but my biggest accomplishment to date is falling in love with this sewing machine.  By the way, my mother never taught me to sew, and I have no idea what one does with a "serger".  Thanks to the Home Shopping Network (or as I like to call it HSN), I have to have this machine (and several other featured items).

Yesterday after the boys went to my sister's house, I resumed my post just in time for the great sewing event.  This amazing necessity won't last long at the Event Price of $699.95.  Free shipping and handling!

This whole experience is becoming incredibly surreal.  We're still hoping Baby Lauren will hold out for October.  Your guess is as good as mine though.

FIRE DRILL!

Last Thursday I started having mild contractions.  At 35 weeks and stress up to my eye balls, I wasn't surprised.  I took it easy on Saturday (thanks to my Angel of a Sister-in-Law taking the boys all day) but by Sunday things were "progressing".

The more time went by the more anxious I became because of all of the things I still needed to do.  The list was endless and the anxiety made the contractions even stronger.  Kevin got up and my parents came over.  And the contractions stopped.  heh.  We went to labor and delivery anyway.  I had a few contractions while we were there but the baby was fine and the progress from the evening had stalled.  Thankfully.

Now I am trying to delegate at home and at work.  I can stay on my feet for about 10 or 15 minutes at a time before the contractions start to get intense.  Kevin has been cooking, cleaning, driving and waiting on me all week.  I'm going a little lot crazy.  We made the baby a deal, wait until October (preferably the 10th) and we will buy you a yellow Corvette.  So far it is working so here I sit.

Thanks to Lauren, we are as prepared as we can possibly be for her arrival.  Possibly more prepared then when her brothers made surprisingly early entries into the world.  Next week may be a possibility but I am staying calm and quiet to encourage her to wait.  I think I'm the only pregnant woman on the block not trying to induce labor......

Learning a Lesson

greetings from vacation.... six miles from our house.....

Happy Belated Grandparents Day.  Here's a story that illustrates the joys of grandparenting:

Patrick:  You are so mean Mom.
Me: Good to know.  Why am I mean today?
Patrick:  You make me do chores and all that stuff.
Me: That's part of living in this house, we all pitch in and do our part.
Patrick: Well, I'm just going to go live with Grandpa, then I won't have to do chores.
Me: Don't you think Grandpa made me do chores when I was growing up in his house?
Patrick: Yes, but he learned his lesson.  Now he knows better.
Me: speechless.
Patrick: Maybe someday you will learn your lesson too.
Me: It will probably be the day your first child is born.

Keith 360

Ok.  I fixed it.  The blog is cured, partially at least.  You're welcome.



Next topic: Keith Fox.

HAVE YOU SEEN HIS GLASSES!    just when i thought he couldn't possibly be any cuter.  I haven't been brave enough to send him to school wearing them but he is doing a good job wearing them while he's at home (except when they get left in the Expedition and the radiator blows and it has to spend time in the shop.  ahem. this is why i sob.)

In other news, he can hear.  His speech isn't delayed enough to qualify him for services in Clovis Unified.  But he tested at a two-year old level.  We are hoping that preschool will help (no mommy to translate).  And we are working on exercises with him.  We are on the list for Children's Hospital (certainly not as convenient as going around the corner to school), but we won't hear from them for several months.

There you have it.  Two posts in one day.  And I fixed the blog. 

Buddies

Something is terribly wrong with my blog and I just don't have the energy to fix it (I did have the energy to make apple cinnamon bread last night, blog nesting just isn't it the cards).  But I'm blogging anyway because I fear that once the baby gets here some of these thoughts will be lost forever. 

Sometimes watching my boys is like watching a movie that I wrote on the back of my heart, a secret screen play that I never imagined watching.  Sure, they have their fights and scuffles (ask Kevin about the great "Pottery Barn chair stand-off") but they are so devoted to one another, so protective of each other and just really good buddies. 

Patrick was responding to a writing prompt at school: "My favorite person is......"  Who is his favorite person?  I thought it would be me (the person who according to other writing prompts cooks and takes out the trash), but no, it's Keith. 

Keith was responding a prompt at school: "A friend is....."  What is a friend?  "My brother."

I know I'm all gooey and emotional and pregnant but that is the sweetest thing.  When they are 16 and 13 and punching each other in the jaw, I will remember them when they were 6 and 3 and could sit side by side for hours on end playing Legos.  Now I'm crying..... I'm a mess.