I lost the list

I decided to get organized and keep my house tidy, so I made a list of weekly chores (clean bathroom, clean kitchen, wash sheets, wash floors, etc.) and assigned each a day of the week...sort of a flylady-inspired act. Well it was all going just great until I lost the list. I don't want to do the wrong chore on the wrong day! I'm going back to my original premise, that if your house is TOO clean, you probably aren't having enough fun.

First Day of Preschool

I am excited about having two mornings a week toddler-free, and Trevor is thrilled so far with Sandcastle preschool and his teachers. He is in a class with six other boys and no girls! Here are a few shots I got of Trevor, Oliver and George on their first day. You'd think I would have been all choked up, but really I was fine. I have to admit, however, that I did miss the entertainment he provides.

Third Annual Coast Camping Trip.

I am just now getting around to posting a few pictures from our camping trip at South Beach last month. Enjoy the pics, I don't have much to say about it except it was a good time. Trevor's finally big enough to run with the pack.

Encounters with nice people

Now comes the squishy feel-good part of my blog...it doesn't happen very often, so enjoy it while you can (or skip this one and wait for the return of the usual sarcasm.)
Trevor and I were out at Radke's, our favorite local blueberry picking spot, and were just leaving when an older gentleman smiled very kindly upon the sight of my protruding belly. "When are you due?", he asked, to which I replied November. "Well you look beautiful. We had a lot of kids and I always thought my wife looked beautiful when she was pregnant." He said this in such a nice grandfatherly way, not pervy or anything.
"Oh, how many kids do you have?" I had to ask.
"Eleven living," he replied. I told him I was one of eight, so I couldn't imagine having an only child. Then he said something startling. "My wife was one of forty-seven."
Well, that sort of shut down the conversation for me, not out of disgust or judgement or anything, I think I just had to let that figure register without delving anymore into the hows and whys of it. Although thinking on it, I'm sure there were multiple wives (oh my, I sure hope so!)
Getting back to my point, though...I'm getting to the complainy stage of this pregnancy (I feel like a sausage, I've got enough extra rolls to feed a family of eleven, my glute hurts, I burp eighty times a day, none of my bras fit, etc, etc.) and I've been a real grumbler even though heavier times are yet to come, with two more months to grow and grouch. I always admire women who can pull it off, manage to make pregnancy look like a fashion statement, but I tend to dwell too much on the negatives when it's actually kind of cool to have a little creature hitching a ride everywhere. So I have decided not to complain to anyone except my ob/midwives and maybe occasionally the husband since he had a little to do with my current condition, and if people want to remark upon my beautiful glow, I will embrace the compliments. So, go ahead, bring on the praise. (Pictures of my gorgeous belly later on this blog, ha ha, not really.)

Trevor's New Faves

1. The usual toddler stuff: doing everything himself, from start to finish...which isn't usually a problem, but sometimes (often) I need to get to the toilet FAST and he's still insisting on unbuckling himself, opening the car door himself, climbing out of the car, walking towards the house, etc., etc., which makes me question the wisdom of not having a porto-potty in the driveway. NO, but a with a slightly more sophisticated delivery now...I say we're going to the post office, he says "I want to NOT go to the post office." He was very anxious on a recent trip when I said we were going to go through a tunnel: "I want to NOT go through a tunnel," he kept repeating, until finally we drove through the tunnel and he was relieved "It's not dark in there!"
2. Singing songs and reciting nursery rhymes...he even has a chant that I'm pretty sure he invented; it goes something like "sobber nobber tops!" I am not allowed to recite it; maybe I'm not saying it right? Does anyone know that one? He loves "bah bah black sheep..." and will recite it from start to finish, and today I had to repeat the old woman living in the shoe about 12 times.
3. Asking me a million questions about people we see walking down the street. What's that guy doing? Where him going? Where him live? Where him hat? Him worker guy?