Their first fight

The girls have had their first physical confrontation. "How?" you may ask. Well read on...

Janet was playing with Busby's new toy car. Busby was not thrilled with the idea, and tried to take it away. Janet did what she often does when she has something she doesn't want to give up, she runs for it and looks for a place to hide her head. This time she ran directly into my belly, which woke up her sister, and caused McCloud to start flipping and spinning all over the place.

It's an hour later, and McCloud still hasn't settled down.

I think it freaks out Busby and Janet to feel McCloud moving around in there, so they just refuse to touch my belly when I offer. Janet was once sitting with me on the sofa, and basically laying against my belly, when she was jabbed by the baby. Janet looked at me with the biggest eyes and kind of freaked out that there was something alive in there. Thank goodness she won't remember that. Until she reads this.

Enjoying the warmness

Today was unseasonably warm. Like 58 degrees at 8:00 a.m. in the Midwest in March warm. The Big Kahuna says "What's on the plate today." I list the 5 or 6 things I'd like to get done this morning, and he says "I was thinking of going to the zoo."

I'll be honest, at first I wasn't thrilled. Busby was in desperate need of a haircut, and I wanted to get to the grocery for the excellent chicken sale. I promised Busby I would buy him some new shoes today if he didn't cry while getting his hair cut. Plus I needed to make that physical therapy appointment that I've been avoiding. But I realized that with rain coming this afternoon, we should take serious advantage of the beautifulness that God provided us this morning. So we went to the zoo.

It was almost perfect. There were like 20 visitors there. The lions were happy to hang out and be roared at by Janet. As was the tiger. Busby loved every minute of it, and because there was no one around, he was able to run freer than usual. We went in the underwater dolphin dome, and again, because there was no one else around, the kids just ran back and forth and watched the dolphin show from underneath. We saw the sharks and the sea horses and the clown fish and the penguins. Janet seemed a bit frightened by the penguins, but she was also very tired at the time, so I can't say that I blame her. We got to see the seals being fed, and the trainers had them do a few tricks for us. Also, huge bonus: no line at the ladies room! Down side: no elephants or giraffes, which are Busby's favorite. But he was such trooper, and just kept leading us to the next exhibit.

And all was not lost. We got Busby's hair cut, purchased some new shoes, went to the grocery store, and I have a PT appointment on Saturday. The only thing I didn't get done today was the thing I forgot to put on my list, which is call the investment guy about Janet's 529 plan. No biggie. I'll call tomorrow, then I can get our taxes filed. (Yeah upcoming tax refund!!)

My Apologies

I sent an email out to about 25 of you to let you know about this blog. In my email, I referred to myself as a dork, and a few of you have taken issue with that.

Ok, I'm not a dork. But I have to be honest, setting this thing up felt kind of silly at first. So I poked some fun at myself. But calling myself a dork for blogging is, to me, rather insulting. That is, it's insulting to the bloggers that I read and admire.

So, my apologies to the likes of Julie, Julia, Tiffany, Anne and the others. And I guess to myself. It seems like time to cut myself a little slack.

Overheard at dinner tonight

"I'm not wearing pants." (Which was true. Don't look at me like that.)

"My baby's name is Farmer Pickles!" "No. No pickles." "I said Farmer Pickles, that's funny!"

I'm sure it's March 1

I cannot be the only person in the world today who went to change the wall calendar to March only to discovery that it's still showing January.

She's growing up and falling down

Janet had another first yesterday. She got out of her bed all by herself, and came looking for me. Pretty cool. Now I don't have to go in there to tell her she can get out of bed.

This morning she fell while climbing out of bed. I heard "I'm in pain" crying through my mostly unconscience fog which caused me immediately leap out of bed and move briskly across the hall to retrieve my crying daughter.

This resulted in 2 things. Now Janet would be laying in the big bed with me and Busby (Big Kahuna had to work this morning) and now I have this uncomfortable, almost strained muscle feel at the bottom of my belly.

I knew the day was coming that I would need to buy a maternity support contraption. I'm on minute 5 of hold with the local Babies R Us waiting for someone to tell me if they have the one I like from the website in stock.

Good news, they have it, and at the website price. I'm going to give this a shot over the 18 belt contraption my OB recommends, because it's about 1/2 the cost, and I have a BRU gift card! This is a must purchase if I'm going to make it through a grocery shopping trip in the immediate future. Especially a trip to Stuff Mart.

I want to skate, too.

We have these rigid plastic vent covers intended to direct the air flow more into the room and less at the windows. Janet has turned them into skates. She turns them upside down, and slides around the carpet on them. Busby has also taken up the practice. Now he's telling Janet to skate on the ice. I just told them to stay on the carpet.

This reminds me of Busby's recent first skating experience. (I wasn't there because (a) Janet had to nap and (b) pregnant + ice + skates = disaster.) We had Busby all excited about going ice skating, and Big Kahuna took him to the skating party. Skates were rented and placed on Busby's feet to which he immediately declared that they were "heaby" and didn't want them on anymore. Kahuna got him partly around the rink, then all was lost.

When they got home, Busby declared that he had skated, that he loved it, and wanted to do it again. Um, sure. Maybe in another year or so.