completely unrelated...

*photos courtesy of Emily and Lizzy. Not too bad, huh?

So this is me...at 32 weeks. Mostly for posterity's sake and for my friends and family who aren't around and able to enjoy this vision of plumpness. :) I really am feeling quite good, just tired. I'm finding that every other day, I have energy. I exert energy one day, by maybe emptying the dishwasher and running ONE errand, then the next day, I am too tired to get off the bed. I have solved the heartburn issue! Tums are bogus. I have to come right out and say it. They just don't do the trick. One pepcid AC before bed every night sure does though. The doctor told me yesterday that my uterus had suddenly jumped in size...meaning a large but early baby. Wonder if he is right. I'm not sure how I feel about delivering something large. :)

Found this in the girl's room this morning. I love that they are pals. That they are protective of eachother. It brings a lot of joy to a mother to see her children loving one another.

Molly is obsessed with Easter. Actually...the hunt. I got baskets and eggs out last week. We have been hiding and searching for her little plastic eggs over and over and over again. "Decorating" them too...which means filling them with candy. She'll find whatever she can around the house...runts, whoppers, apple jacks, dandelions from the front yard. I love seeing her so thrilled about something. Right now, she is at my side, jumping, and telling me it is time to look! :)

Daddy brushes HER teeth at night, she gets to brush HIS!

And lastly...my little boy. Had another learning experience yesterday. He was running late for art, had forgotten to finish his little assignment, and couldn't find it either. He knew his teacher would be mad, or at least disapointed. We turned the house upside-down looking for it. He was so worried. I was too, but told him he needed to start taking better care of his things. That this was HIS responsibilty, and his mistake. He understood. As he peddled off on his bike, I wanted to run after him. I wanted to tell him to just skip art today, to save him the shame of disappointing his teacher. But, he was still willing to go, so I was willing to let him. We kept looking after he left, and Emily found it. She and Lizzy rode it over to his lesson on their bikes and he was so grateful. Teaching them important lessons SO often entails a little bit of pain. That is so hard for me. SO hard.