If You Don't Like Raspberries, Don't Look!

Yep. My boys love blowing raspberries. And my belly is the perfect firmness, ripe for the fabulous "ppppfffftttthhhhpppp" noise.

And, because you already think I'm super amazing, here's a little poem I made up that you'll love (or you'll love me anyway, in spite of my poem) :

'Twas the night before baby, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The mom had cleaned everything,
Except the gross floor
Though her pelvis was hurting,
Then she said, "Hey, no more!"

The boys were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of baby sisters danced in their heads.

The dishes were done,
The hospital bag packed,
The camera batteries charged,
Not a thing did she lack.

The mom enjoyed her final moments with three
While baby girl kicked in her stomach with glee.

The excitement arises,
The moment has come!
In the morning I'll be drugged;
From waist down I'll be numb!

And then it's all over,
And soon I will birth "it"!
We'll see our new baby-
The waiting well worth it!


I know, I'm totally Dr. Seuss in the making!

Nesting Gone Wrong

Dear Duckie shower curtain:

I'm so sorry I accidentally maimed you. You were a good curtain. You've been with me since college. I've loved you, and moved you, and enjoyed the privacy you gave me.

I didn't want to hurt you. Actually, I was trying to clean you, and thought I'd take the easy route and put you in my clothes washer. I didn't know you would take it so hard.

Well, so long, Duckie. It's been a wonderful friendship. I'll have to try and replace the irreplaceable.

With love, your brokenhearted former owner, Nat

Name that Villain

Jakob: Dark Vader! (used to be Dark Wader)

Brock: Garf Weeder!

Troy: Raaar!

You know, I think it really would make more sense if he was "Dark Vader". After all, he doesn't join the "Darth Side", does he!

Baby Update

Guess what? My countdown thingy is officially wrong after today's doctor visit! My little girl has been resting her head on a nerve or something, and it's made what was a slight discomfort after long-ish walks into excruciating pain at all times across my pelvic bone and into both of my legs. So, my awesome doctor has taken pity on me and will induce me this coming Sunday-Mother's Day! YAHOO!!! Unless I go into labor sooner, which is a possibility given my boys have all come about 2 weeks early. But Sunday is the end of this long, long, long pregnancy! *sigh* I love modern medicine.

The Ghostlight

Do you own Cars the movie? If so, go to the feature "Mater and the Ghostlight". Very cute.

We've been setting up Jakob's and Brock's new room downstairs. Their new room is HUGE, and there's a ceiling light in the middle, but near Jakob's side it's a little dark. So we bought a lamp. It's a touch lamp, which reminds me of a lamp my Grandma Watts had when I was little-I thought it was the coolest thing that you could just touch it and it would turn on.

But...this light turns on by itself. I'll touch it off, and then a minute or so later I go in the room and it's on the lowest setting. What's up with that? I thought maybe it was the boys turning it on, but nope-they were out of the room this morning when it turned itself on. Kinda creepy. I tried the bottom plug of the same outlet, and same thing. So...maybe I'll try the other outlet in their room? Or we just live with a possessed lamp, I guess.

To Catch a Thief and Other Walmart Woes

Before I start, I just want to say "To Catch a Thief" is a good movie. Cary Grant, Grace Kelly, and directed by Alfred Hitchcock? Wonderfully classic.

So. On Saturday we went to Walmart. Some people hate it, some people love it. I'm indifferent, though their diaper and formula prices are lower than at Winco, and since I'm a one-stop shopper kind of person, that's where I head. I also don't like going to Winco by myself because they don't bag your groceries; so I just get done loading them up when the cashier finishes at the same time, and then I feel like I'm holding up the entire line while I attempt to bag my groceries myself, and then I just feel stupid. I like to feel smart while I shop, like, "Ha! The cashier put my bananas in the same bag as my frozen juice! I could totally bag better than that!" Catch 22, really.

While I was loading groceries on the belt and Pete was off finding a clothes hamper for the boys' new room downstairs, Jakob decided he wanted a Snickers bar. So he puts it in his pants. No, not in his pants pocket, in his pants, sandwiched between undies and jeans. Gross, I know. The lady in line behind me saw and informed me, thank goodness. So I bought it because putting it back would just be sick and wrong. We attempted to talk to Jakob about stealing, and what that means. And he replied, "But I just wanted some chocolate." Yep, totally my son, a chocoholic. I think he gets it now, that we have to buy stuff at the store when we want it; we don't just take it. At least we caught it before we left the store.

Second Woe: When I went to Walmart last Monday (sometimes I feel like I live there!), I was in a super rush, buying groceries while Jakob was at preschool. And since I can barely walk, rushing doesn't really happen; I go at a shuffle. So I'm attempting to load my groceries on to the belt as fast as my fat belly will let me bend, and Mandy comes into the line right behind me. I haven't seen this cute girl since high school! I felt really bad, because I wanted to talk to her, but I was trying to get everything done and not get to Jakob's class late. So I kind of feel like I blew her off, not really talking all that much. Mandy, I hope you read my blog, and I apologize for not chatting. We'll have to meet up sometime, just not at Walmart. Or Winco. Maybe we can share a Snickers bar.

For Sale!

Who wants to buy a husband and three kids?

GRRR!