I finished my Christmas shopping for Jason over the weekend. He will either love what I got him or hate it. I guess I'll find out soon enough. He finished his shopping too...and I have a suspicion he went over the budget. Granted, I may or may not have gone over the budget as well but...hey, I'm pregnant...I can't be held accountable.
We went to 5 Guys Burgers for dinner. They have these incredibly massive hamburgers and enough french fries to feed all of ...well, to feed my brother Jared. One would think I would be completely satisfied with that meal. One would be wrong. By 11:00 that night I was starving. S.T.A.R.V.I.N.G. I thought about what might taste good to me. I ended up toasting a bagel and covering it with tuna fish. Jason laughs at me. He can laugh at me all he wants. Because even while he's laughing he will still go to the store and buy vanilla ice cream and root beer so that I can have a root beer float.
In other news, I fired my sister from being my pregnancy counselor. As it turns out, she neglected to give me some very vital information about being pregnant. Information like 'you will feel like your stomach will explode at any moment because of ... to put it bluntly ... gas.' Also, she neglected to tell me that my stomach muscles would feel like they are being ripped apart. In her defense she claims that never happened to her - not once in her four pregnancies. But still...
I'll probably hire her again tomorrow, but as of last night she was fired.
Speaking of pregnancies...and babies...I'm going to steal a picture off of Facebook and post it here, for you to see. Hopefully I won't get fired from looking at pictures on Facebook. Hold on a moment while I attempt to break and enter.....
Is it really breaking and entering when I left a message telling her I was going to post this picture?
This is my sister's friend (the sister I just fired). They were BFFs in high school. She's a twin with a boy. My sister is also twins with a boy. The boys were BFFs too. Oh...and I went on a date with their older brother once. I knew it wouldn't last when he sped right over a railroad track, completely disregarding the stop sign. And considering the fact that my cousin was killed by a train...but that's not part of the story.
Sadly...the two little ones in this picture were once three...but I'm sure they will grow up hearing how much their mommy and daddy loved their sister.
I love everything about this picture. And I'm so amazed by this mommy's strength.
It wouldn't be a proper Monday without a tale of Trouble would it?
Here's a recent picture. She's just making herself comfortable while her cousin explains the rules to the game he's making up.
My sister made bread twists for dinner yesterday. Bread twists that were twisted around wooden sticks.
Trouble thought the stick made a perfect magic want. She spent the entire meal waving that wand and turning people into horses, frogs, and princesses.
"Abra Cadabra" is what she tried to say. Instead it came out like..."tadabra tadabra..." except not that. Baby Sister and I can't say it how she said it. Trust us...it was cute.
After Trouble tired of playing Fairy God Mother she took her magic wand and hit it against her glass full of water. Every few minutes my sister would reach out and swipe Trouble's wand, causing Trouble to go in search of another.
After Becca had confiscated the last wand Trouble said, "HEY! Give me my wand." Becca smiled and said, "You made me the queen remember? And the queen says 'No More Music.'"
That little Trouble..she stood on her tip toes on a chair, to give herself as much height as she could, and pointed her finger at Becca and said, "Tadabra tadabra, I turn this queen into a frog!"
Even at midnight when we should have been asleep, Jason and I were still laughing about Trouble's antics.
I think I'll spare you any more -
Except this: after dinner last night I was taking a nap in the living room. Trouble came and climbed into my lap and snuggled herself into me. She said, "I'm going to take a nap too." She put her arm around me and whispered, "I like you." And then, just as I was almost asleep, that little Trouble turned into a rooster. She sat straight up and "Cock A Doodle Dooed' as loud as she could and said, "It's morning Well!"
Bless her heart.