Strange things have been happening.

First of all, we brought this little girl home from the hospital:



Perhaps not strange to us (except at odd moments when it seems a little unreal), but definitely strange to W1 and L1.

They have been handling it in their different ways.

L1 is gentle, affectionate, and concerned when H1 cries. And he doesn't want her to be bored, so he brings her reading material:


W1 tests his boundaries, and reacts with a little strangeness of his own. Among other things, he decided that the broccoli in the fridge would make the perfect snack (having never before let broccoli cross his lips):


And insisting that it was the backyard that had to be shovelled, not the driveway:


Despite all the strangeness, we are slowly settling back into normalcy.

Doing well

Mom and baby are eating and sleeping quite well.

Sneak Peek

6 Lbs 19 inches

Thanksgiving

a.k.a. Don't Worry, No Baby Yet

a.k.a. There is No Longer a 20 lb. Turkey in My Fridge, Just Leftovers



We had a lovely Thanksgiving with friends. The turkey was done on time (I had some anxiety about this), all the food was delicious, and we had great company.


The lame part? We only took two pictures the entire day!

One of the raw turkey:


And one of W1 and L1 ready to help with the cooking:




The most exciting part? The police officers and their dogs searching our street for the idiots who robbed the Domino's Pizza around the corner.

a small equation

(if you don't care for pregnancy specifics, click away, click away!)




3 cm dilated + 80% effaced + 4 more weeks until due date = kinda uncomfortable*




In other news,

L1 recently started referring to himself by name. Except that he pronounces it with an Sh sound at the beginning instead of an L. Unbelievably adorable.

W1 and L1 have a new pastime. They run around the dining room table while holding up their shirts and pounding on their bellies. And yelling. If they start applying war paint, I will begin to worry.

I recently finished a book that did not portray President Harry S. Truman in the best light. So, since I have been meaning to read the Truman biography by David McCullough, I just checked it out from the library. And nearly got a hernia lugging that thing out to my car. Now might not be the best time to start a 1000 page book.






*According to my OB, baby girl will make her appearance "in the next two weeks". Cross your fingers that it will be next week. If not, what am I supposed to do with that 20 lb. turkey in my fridge?

On a rainy day like today,

we all find different ways to amuse ourselves.

W1 and L1 do a surprisingly good job of keeping themselves busy and mostly out of trouble.

The only major mishap today is that they both (independently) fell halfway down the stairs. Mostly a bumpy slide on the backside with an abrupt stop at the end, but scary, nonetheless. Of course, they were both wearing only socks, and our stairs are quite perilous.

I managed to amuse myself by getting a lot of cleaning done, not raking the leaves (because, yay!, I had the perfect excuse!), eating some of the chocolate chip pumpkin cookies I baked yesterday, and taking a nap while W1 played at a friend's house (thank you!).

R1, of course, always has plenty to keep him busy at school. In fact, I'll have to ask him if he even noticed that it was raining at all...

Lately,

it has been unseasonably warm. Allowing us to finally:

Rake (some of the) leaves, and then sit in them.


Prune the tree (you know, the one that had branches resting on the power lines to our house. You'll have to ask R1 how fun that was.).


Prune the raspberry and rose bushes.


Sit barefoot and eat the very last piece of Halloween candy.


And, speaking of Halloween, we never posted a picture of W1 and L1 in costume. W1 was a knight, and L1 was a dragon. Which, depending on the day, pretty much describes their relationship.

And there was very nearly real bloodshed trying to get a picture of the two of them together.




A note to self for next year: Don't explain in specifics how a weapon is used.