Just One of Those Days

The one thing that really bothers me about pregnancy is my emotions. I like to think I'm pretty strong and can keep it together but during pregnancy I wear it all on my sleeve. And then there are the days where I am on the verge of tears for no apparent reason. It's really aggravating. Then people who mean well say nice things like, "Are you okay?" or "Can I do anything for you?"* and it's like a dam bursts. It's really embarrassing because truthfully I'm fine but the tears leave others unconvinced and I just feel stupid. Meanwhile people are probably thinking I'm either really ungrateful for what I do have or that I'm just plain crazy. Either way, I doubt I'm enjoyable company. That's just what's on my mind today.

*While I was typing I accidentally wrote, "Can I don anything for you?" That was funny to me - like someone would ask if it would help if they changed their clothes...

Hip Hop

This one really cracks me up. This is the last dance that the girls learned and it's a little...okay, way too fast for Kenley. We'll have to work on her rhythm!

All She Want To Do is Dance, Dance!

Last night was Kenley's dance recital. I enjoyed every minute of it. It was so fun to see my little girl doing something that she enjoyed and something that is so dear to my heart. I cry everytime I see anyone performing dance. I miss it so much!

Kenley had fun dancing. Right before her 1st dance she started crying because her headband had fallen off and they had to bring her out in the audience to me. I was so worried that she was going to be too upset to dance, but she pulled it together and the show went on. (The bribe of ice cream after the recital may have had something to do with it.)

All year her dance teacher has told the girls to "find a piece of tape" and Kenley really takes that to heart - even if someone is already standing on hers.

Kenley worked really hard to learn all 3 routines and I think she did really well. She is the youngest in the class and one of the smallest, but I think she put on a BIG performance!

Way to go, Kenley! I love you!

Democracy...Ha!

I need an electoral college in my family because I lost to the popular vote.

Jeremiah and I went back-and-forth so many times about whether or not we would learn our baby's gender at the ultrasound that we finally put it to a vote. (If you took our poll and thought you were helping us make up our minds, um, you weren't.)

I explained to the kids that we could learn from the doctor with "pictures" or we could wait until the baby was born to find out if it's a boy or a girl. When we put our hands in the air, Kenley and Jack voted for both options, so that method didn't work for us. Instead I had them stand on my left side if they wanted to learn at the ultrasound and the right side if they wanted to wait. Jack and I were the only ones to vote "wait." Since I'm the only one on my side of the issue who actually understood what I was voting for, I lost to Isaac, Kenley and Jeremiah who are babies themselves and just can't wait.

Ultrasound tomorrow! Maybe we'll go with the "Find out but annoy everyone by not telling them" option. :)

On No, I've Lost It

This morning I read on a friend's blog that her son wants a poop cake for his birthday.

I left the following comment:

I've heard of diaper cakes, but a poop cake? You should also serve cow pies and buffalo chips. (Is anyone else laughing, because I'm starting to tear up!)

Seriously though, I can't stop laughing. My laughter is so intense that it has turned into a wheeze with a few blips of audible laughter. I don't know why it struck me as being so hilarious but I will be calling on this thought all day to keep myself in high spirits.

Mommy's Asleep, Let's Get the Camera!

Last Tuesday I was so tired. I woke up and got Isaac off to school and then laid back down because I just couldn't keep my eyes open. Kenley and Jack woke up so I had to get them taken care of and then I laid down on the couch. The kids entertained themselves until Isaac got home from school and I got up just long enough to feed them lunch. Then I put Jack down for a nap and told the other kids it was quiet time. I hit the bed again and didn't get up until 4:00. By the time I got out of bed the kids had already let Jack out of his crib. I was thankful that they had let me sleep. Later that day I told Jeremiah about how it had felt like the day of the living dead for me. He asked, "What did the kids do?" Since I had only been semi-conscious all day the only answer I could give was, "I don't know."

Then somewhere between Tuesday and yesterday I realized I didn't know where our camera was. I asked Jeremiah if he knew its whereabouts and Isaac gave a quick reference to when he and Kenley, "took a few pictures." We finally located the camera and I found that "a few pictures" turned out to be 106 pictures! Most of them were of things like the carpet, wall, TV, and toys with blurs of kids running through the shot. I'll be deleting most of them, but here are a few that made me laugh.


Obviously pretending the sleep. And, honestly, who doesn't want a picture of their brother's bum?

I suppose it is a good sign that at least they were having fun!

I love the I'm-trying-so-hard-to-look-sad face.

Back Online

Yay for people who know what the heck they're doing on computers! Bye-bye you stupid virus.

Anyway, here are a few mental notes I've made over the past few weeks in hopes of posting once our computer got repaired.

While going through Isaac's backpack I found a paper with the instructions "Write the numbers 1-20 in the rectangles." I looked at each of Isaac's numbers and noticed a small, scribbly circle after each number. As he got into the double digits the scribble was between the two. "Are you trying to write a decimal?" I asked him. A grin slowly spread across his face and he sighed exasperatedly as he answered, "Mom. You don't get it. The numbers are farting!" Really...I should have known...

I made some frozen pizza of the "cheap" variety for lunch. One of them was ambiguously labeled "Mexican." Isaac was hesitant to try it because he could see onions and green pepper on the top. After a few bites he ran to get himself a drink and when he returned he declared, "Those Mexicans sure do like spice!"

Kenley has decided that the baby will be a girl and that we should name her Kenley. We've had several discussions about the confusion that would undoubtedly cause. (I have to add here that Kenley has, unfortunately, inherited my stubbornness.) She maintains that we need two Kenleys and that we'll easily tell them apart because one of them will be a baby. No matter how many times the issue arises Kenley will not budge. At least we have a few months to work on it.

I have an ultrasound on May 19 and Jeremiah and I are constantly wavering over the decision of whether or not we want to learn the gender. (Am I the only one who says gender? I just get sick of people asking "Do you know the sex?" I really want to answer, "Do I! That's how we got the baby!" Also, I don't want my children picking up on the word "sex.") Anyway, right now my vote is to wait until delivery but we may not truly decide until we are right there at the ultrasound.

My kids seem to have inherited my "charmed life." Yesterday they emptied the candy bowl of all the real candy leaving behind only candy canes that we have probably been collecting since our first Christmas together. Some friends of ours invited us to a "Siete de Mayo" party (since both wives had to be at mutual on Cinco de Mayo.) Although ours were the only children present, they had a pinata. So each of my kids came home with a large bag of candy and now our candy bowl overfloweth.

I mowed the front lawn today and started on the back lawn. The weather has not been too cooperative as far as good days for lawn care and so this was the first time this season I have dared to take on the uneven backyard with the GPLM (Gwen-Propelled Lawn Mower.) Even at the tallest setting the grass was too tall and thick for me to easily push the lawn mower. I decided that the effort on my part alone would guilt Jeremiah into finishing the rest. Throw in the fact that I'm pregnant and I should be setting myself up for a great Mother's Day gift!