and the momma who grew them.
For little babies who are growing up fast
but still know how to snuggle and suck their thumb.
And for the Grandpa’s who hold them.
It’s been a whirling week.
Derrick started to build the kid’s play set. Luckily he had help because it took the brain power of three adults to muddle through the unmarked nuts and bolts, and to figure out that the English directions contained mislabeled parts. Thankfully the Spanish directions were right.
(“where is SB119? I can only find a SP119!)
I am thankful that the Spanish alphabet is so similar to the English, otherwise there’d just be a pile of wood in my backyard. Right now there’s still a pile of wood, but next to that pile is a very promising structure, standing tall in the rain.
Yes, it rained again.
I had just packed up all the boys “winter clothes”. It must be some Law of Nature to get all freezing when the winter warms are put in plastic.
Sheldon had his two year appointment. I told the Dr. that he was having trouble pronouncing his words, and wondered if he needed speech therapy. Since that appointment Shel has made me a liar of the highest form, talking in full sentences and saying things like, ‘TOO HEABY! TOO HEABY!” which, come to find out means, “too heavy!” and thank goodness I was able to figure that one out before he dropped a batman car on his toe.
Now that he can communicate, the fussing has dropped dramatically. All I can say is THANK GOODNESS because it was getting really rough there for a while.
I’ve been working on the baby’s room. I will post pictures as soon as I finish putting away the 90,000 baby blankets I have. Thanks to my friend Kayla (who never reads this blog) I also have three hundred pounds of baby clothes. It’s nice to be prepared. Thanks Kayla.
I’m calculating about four more weeks before this little dude makes his appearance. In the meantime, I’m nesting furiously and trying to think of a sleep contraption that would make sleeping comfortable. I’m pretty convinced that I have given up all forms of sleep and I stay up all night long, thinking deep thoughts. Derrick is convinced that I was snoring when he came to bed last night.
I’m thankful I don’t snore.
#449-459 of my gratitude list
p.s. #460 Q saw his first rainbow today.
I’m terribly behind in commenting and reading blogs. I would like to take this moment to pull the Eight Months Pregnant Card and promise to be back and typing furiously once I’m feeling less large. If you feel neglected, imagine my family, who has been mercilessly forced to eat a diet of sandwiches and spaghetti lately. I do lurk unapologetically though. I enjoy reading your posts, blogs are like a free magazine subscription, but with better writing.