2. While I was in the midst of my "my boy is growing up but wait I think he's going to fall through that ladder oh thank GOD he didn't" panic attack, I was lounging on the grass visiting with my nurse girlfriend and her painter husband. I just love them. There are so many things to love about these people that I won't even begin to list, but mostly, I love that Tim and I are equally friends with both of them. By that, I mean that while Husband Friend will usually call to talk to Tim, if I answer we can gab away for 10 or 15 minutes and then hang up and be satisfied and the same can happen in reverse. Do you know what I mean? The other day I was over at their house with the boys and Wife Friend had to leave to take the kids to get a haircut. When she left, although we were leaving too, in no way did I feel rushed to get out of there or uncomfortable being there just with Husband Friend. Another perk? Wife Friend is a nurse. So, even though she is the most modest, private person I know, there is nothing you can't talk to her about. It is comforting to me to have her around; however, I'll admit that sometimes I actually get a little nervous because she'll refer to something as a big deal that perhaps I didn't realize was such a big deal - healthwise - and then I run home and google everything I can find to figure out if I should really be as scared as I am about whatever it is. And let me just say, Googling things about your health is NEARLY ALWAYS A MISTAKE.
3. It turns out that Tim's new job has changed dramatically just in the month that he's been with the company. Hopefully he'll continue to enjoy the job and thrive in the position, but I just feel bad for the guy. Starting a new job is always an insecure time, but having things so up in the air just adds to that, you know? I'm praying for his peace of mind during this time of transition. If you think of it, I'd be thrilled if you would do the same.
4. Today when we got home from our picnic at the playground, I put Jake down and then Chris and I sat on the couch and shared a bowl of ice cream. This is not something that occurs very often, but I always enjoy it so much. He's turning into such a big boy and it's so fun to just sit and share some quiet time with him, just the two of us. Today he said to me, "Mom. People. Pop...you...girls...girls' mom..." When I asked him who these people were? Were these the people who love him? His response came, "yeah mom." Aw. That's right, buddy. And there are a lot more people on that list. I did call my girlfriend immediately to let her know how highly she and her girls ranked, though.
5. Speaking of the things that my chatterbox says, don't you just wish that you could tape record every little thing that comes out of their mouths? I think I've mentioned before, but Chris has started to refer to me and Tim by our first names. If I do not respond by the second, "Mom!" then he switches immediately to "Annie!" Today while I was on the phone with my mom, I could hear a little voice saying, "Mom! Mom! Annie! Me tell you!" When I got off the phone I asked him what he needed to tell me. It was nothing important, but boy was it cute. Just like 90% of the things that he says. The other ten percent...you know, the whining, the dolphin calls, the "NO!" I can do without. But 90-10 ain't bad. OH! And have I mentioned that when I call him "Buddybuddy" he'll always respond by calling me "Mommybuddy." MELT.
6. I think that Jake is on the verge of walking. He'll walk while holding onto your fingers and he can stand...well, for a little bit...by himself. I remember that when Chris started walking so many people cautioned me, "Oh you're in for it now!" But you know what? I LOVED IT. Life got so much easier once I could use both of my arms at the same time and I didn't have to bend down to pick up a little koala bear all the time. All that to say, I CAN'T WAIT for Jake to start walking CAN. NOT. WAIT.
7. Today when I left the house I actually found myself thinking, "maybe someone will break in while I'm gone. Then I can blame this mess on Those Terrible Burglars. Between packing (a little preliminary, but the house hunt has begun so I'm getting a head start) not being able to keep up because there's no nap time anymore and my pregnant self is just too tired by the end of the day, and the fact that this place is just too small for us so there is always clutter and clutter always looks dirty, I am slowly losing my mind. And then there's the matter of the carpet which, although new carpet has been approved, I REFUSE to do all of the work to get new carpet when we're just going to be moving in a couple of months anyway. I HOPE. Does anyone want to sell me a house?
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Love your blog name. Despite having three girls, we always get a kick out of potty humor. God bless!
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