Today was a beautiful spring day - sunny and about 70 degrees. 

Delaney took a shower this morning because she is "just so BIG".  David said he wanted to shower too, but he ended up just rolling around naked on the bath mat.  Then we piled into the minivan and went to a playground for the morning. 

We ate PB&Js on the deck, then David took a long nap and Delaney played while I worked.  When David woke up we went for a "long bike ride" which really translates into about 75 feet up the sidewalk.

In honor of Cinco de Mayo, we had chips and salsa. 

We're trying to get the kids to sleep in their new bunk beds in a shared room, but so far to no avail.  I think David thinks the whole thing is a playground structure and doesn't associate it with sleeping.  Someday.........we have time.

This morning, Delaney (age 4) snuggled up to me and her first waking words were:

Delaney:  After I snort, I cough.

Me (still half asleep):  Huh?

Delaney:  After I snort, I cough.  See?  disgusting snorting noise then cough cough

Me: wow

Delaney:  Yeah, I snort then I cough.  It's a pattern.

My new mantra is, "Someday, I will miss this."

With my constantly expanding belly and to-do list, it is my way of reminding myself to Stop and Smell the Roses, so to speak. 

For instance:

When they are both fighting to sit in my lap while we eat lunch, I try to remember that someday they won't want to be seen with me - nevermind cuddle.

When they are hitting "repeat" on the CD player and listening to Pachelbel's Canon in D for the 700th time while they dance around the living room, I try to remember that someday Delaney will play that song at her wedding while I huddle under a table sobbing uncontrollably.

I'll write more examples later.  Right now I have to go figure out why things are suddenly eerily quiet...

At any rate, saying "Someday I will miss this...someday I will miss this...someday I will miss this," seems to be much better than screaming "SERENITY NOW!!!!" which is what I was doing before.

We finally got our tax refund deposited into our account yesterday, it was so thrilling!  Especially because, due to a paperwork snafu, I thought I might be investigated by the IRS and never paid anything.  But yesterday I checked my bank account on line, and there it was!

So, I sat down and paid the water bill, registered the new minivan (another story for another time), cut the final check to cover our new vinyl siding and paid a credit card bill.

And. It. Was. Gone.

My life is so utterly exciting and decadent!

I'm laughing at my "About Me" section that says I'm sick of people stopping me in the grocery store to say, "Wow, you are going to be busy."

I wrote that when I was pregnant with David and Delaney was 20 months old.  Now that Delaney is 4, David is 2 and I am 6 months pregnant, when I waddle through the grocery store people don't say anything.  They just stare at me with a look that says, "Jeez lady, don't you know they sell condoms in Aisle 2?!??!"

I am 33 years old and just cooked my first ever hard-boiled egg yesterday.  It's (obviously) not hard to do, but I've never really liked them so I've just never ever made one.  I even had to look up in a cookbook how to do it!

I sprinkled it on the Chicken Cobb Pitas I made for dinner last night and, I have to say, it was delicious!  And I was so proud, you'd think I had gathered the egg from the henhouse myself.

My husband wasn't too impressed.  He said he made egg salad in college all the time...

After suffering for a week with some pretty severe sinus pain, I finally broke down and went to the doctor.  (I didn't have a fever so I thought that meant I didn't have a sinus infection.)  Turns out it was a sinus infection and after 24 hours on antibiotics I felt like my old self again.  Woohoo!

And it just got me thinking....Antibiotics Are Awesome!  First of all, I can get back to my life pain-free.  Secondly, people used to die from these little infections and we are 100% better in 24 hours.  We are so lucky! 

I am so sick and tired (no pun intended!) of people complaining about the healthcare system in the US.  We should be on our knees thanking the people who came before us.  We have antibiotics.  We have vaccines that save our kids from horrible, horrible diseases.  We have MRIs and out-patient surgery and epidurals for childbirth and x-rays and advil and the list goes on and on.  Yes, it costs a lot of money.  But isn't your good health worth it?  And why does everyone all of a sudden feel like it is the government's job to keep everyone healthy?  I'd rather have the responsibility for my own good health.

I am SO GLAD it is finally March!  February is my least favorite month.  Always has been.  When I was in school my grades always went down in February.  Now I just get mopey.  

It's not that I hate winter.  I actually love winter - sledding, skiing, ice skating, etc.  In fact, I think I have more outdoor hobbies in winter than summer.  I really can't put my finger on what it is about February - maybe all the gray days or something.  At the very least - I'm thankful that my least favorite month is also the shortest!

On a side note that is totally unrelated.... I wish they would distinguish non-organic food into two sub-groups.  1.  Food that has just been grown in fertilized soil and 2. Food that has been sprayed with nasty pesticides, etc.

I don't mind eating food that has been fertilized, but I'd love to do away with anything that has been sprayed/treated with chemicals.  I don't even know why I've been thinking about this so much lately - I can't afford to buy all organic food these days!

A candy bar!

   

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