Teach them correct principles

Do you ever catch yourself midsentence and realize what you are saying sounds ridiculous? Or that the lecture you are giving your kids is the one you need to hear yourself? Am I giving myself away here?

Tonight while I was trying to enjoy my dinner with Mr. M, the boys were shrieking with laughter at the new game they had invented. After several attempts to stop the madness, I finally sent Mr. M after them while I intoned, "We have a rule in our house and that rule is NO THROWING TOILET PAPER IN THE LIVING ROOM!" Except that I started laughing as I heard the silliness of the rule. I mean, who needs a rule like that? Mr. M pointed out that we needed to teach the principle of respecting the furniture and the living room, rather than creating rules. We could never create enough rules to keep things sane around here.

Instant Love

I called the hospital advice line this morning because I had some spotting, and the advice line booked me an immediate appointment. I felt really calm driving to the appointment, although not sure what to expect. Many women near and dear to me have experienced miscarriage, and I tried to prepare myself for the worst. Thankfully, the worst is not to be, at least, not today.

My tiny 3 cm baby waved at me today during the ultrasound. The doctor wasn't looking for just that second and didn't see it - it was only for me. Only 10 weeks old and already a sense of humor!

TTC : 17 DPO I POAS: BFP!!!!

Well, let's just say that if you know what I mean, you've probably read some of the websites I was frequenting regularly for a while.

If you don't know what I mean, here are some indications that might point you towards the right conclusion (NOT FOR SENSITIVE READERS):

1. Lime popsicles are my favorite food right now. I've had 3 today, and usually, I'm a one-popsicle-per-day girl, if that.

2. My first popsicle of the day doesn't really count because it got thrown up, along with the Polish pickles and pizza crust that I snacked on this afternoon. Alliterative, but yucky the second time.

3. I sleep A LOT. Yesterday, I visited my dear friend Greek Goddess and had a lovely time, BUT I missed my habitual 1 pm nap. I went to bed at 6:45 pm, woke up 3 hours later, ate a bowl of ice cream, and went back to sleep til morning. Today, I had a two hour nap while the boys watched Cars.

4. I think about food A LOT, mostly wishing my mom were around to prepare it because everything she makes tastes good. She could probably cook dirt and I would be drooling over it.

5. I have designated a place in my house where I throw up. It's my kitchen sink. I keep the left side clear so if I need to yak, there's space available. I always rinse everything down and spritz the sink with bleach water right away. (I never throw up in the toilet anymore. It's too awful.) I try to close my windows so the neighbors don't hear the demons being called forth from my stomach.

6. I have been to the doctor twice in the last few weeks.

7. If you haven't figured it out by now, this will clue you in. Scott has been telling people that "mom has a baby in her tummy". We are absolutely delighted and expect the baby to arrive sometime in November.

And now, it's past my bedtime:)

Life is good with sleep and exercise

I have been feeling so happy the past two days. It's probably because I am finally getting enough sleep. I've also been getting up earlier and walking Ethan to school. He holds my hand and we walk up the hill together, dodging cars, and wishing for more sidewalks. Yesterday, on our morning walk, Ethan told me all about Garfield's favorite season. Did anyone else know that Garfield loves fall? He loves the colorful, crisp leaves ..... because they remind him of potato chips. Ethan loves spring. He loves the blue sky, the flowers, and the sun. Me too.

In the afternoon, Scott and I walk back to school to bring Ethan home. (My total walking for the day is just under 2.5 miles! Woohoo! Another reason I'm feeling so good! ) Usually, Scott rides in the stroller (better workout for me). On the way home, Scott and Ethan like to run down the hill. Last Thursday, they were adorable. They held hands, told secrets, and raced together to each curb. Then they'd sit and wait for me to arrive with the empty stroller. We'd cross the street together, and they'd take off again, holding hands like best friends. It was one of those sweet, sweet times of being a mom.

Scott talks a lot about things he will do when he's a dad. Yesterday, on the way home, Scott saw someone mowing his lawn. "Mom, when I'm a dad, I'm going to learn how to mow the lawn." I told him, "You don't have to wait to be a dad for that. You can learn when you're a TEENAGER. Did you know that I used to mow the lawn when I was a teenager?" He was curious to know how long it would be before he was a teenager and seemed to think Ethan was practically there.

Over dinner that night, Scott announced, "When I am a dad, and my kids are grown up, I will tell them stories about when I was a teenager and I mowed the lawn."

In conclusion, I like my kids.

All things Italian...

Scott just walked over to me, obviously proud of what he had made: "This is an Italian trumpet. I made it out of marble race." He then demonstrated its sonorous qualities, marching through the house and blowing out something that sounded a lot like the USC fight song.

Ethan, not to be outdone, announced that he would be making an Italian trombone. While working on it, Scott slipped off the back of the couch onto Ethan's workspace. "And that is called Italian ooof!" giggled Ethan.