Some Good Things

My kid is so helpful. He likes to help make dinner and he sets the table. He puts his clothes away and makes the bed. He's so good about saying please and thank you, it sometimes surprises me. He loves trucks more than anything. He can't stop talking about excavators and container trucks. If there's a prayer to be said, he wants to say it. And he loves the snow. First thing yesterday morning we had to make a snowman tall, tall, tall. I am one lucky mommy. Nobody better say I won't get another like him.

Wes has stepped up his game the last little while as well. He's done more dishes and stepped in with Dylan more, giving me time to just sit. Or screw around online.

Both mine and Wes' mom are awesome and willing to watch Dylan anytime. I'm especially grateful to Wes' mom right now for thinking that my butt isn't any bigger. She may be deceived by proportions, but it's a kind thought.

Women Athletes

We're kind of hit and miss watching the Olympics. I personally prefer the Summer Olympics because I like to watch the muscles in motion. I'm a dork that's over-fascinated by how the body works.

We've been watching mostly ski racing and they're pretty intense. But what brings a tear to my little eye is the passion shown by the women when the finish a race. The men kind of look for their time and give a "good-for-me" face. But the women cry and scream and kick. And you can tell that they put everything they had into the race.

I've Been Thinking

1. Self and Shape Magazine workout videos are the best. Anything by Crunch is a waste of time.

2. Last Chance Harvey is the most boring movie I've seen, possibly in my existence.

3. My house is oddly staticy

4. The above makes my hair a little fly-away, but really I just don't like this length. Grow hair, grow.

5. I want to re-do this room I'm sitting in before the baby comes. Not a huge priority, but I really want to.

6. I need to finish my 2009 scrap book before the baby comes or it won't get done.

7. Heaven bless Shutterfly for hiding my lack of talent.

8. If I get much bigger I'm going to have to buy new maternity clothes.

9. The last month or so of gestation is excessive and unnecessary.

10. I love accountants. They make life easy.

Happy Day...Not Quite

Dylan walked into our room this morning an announced, "I happy day." What a way to wake up, since Wes and I really struggled to sleep last night.

After 1 hour back at the Springview I realized, I want to come back. We went to Sunday school at our new ward, and like most of the lessons, it was power point. Seriously people calm down. I personally haven't seen very many spiritual power points in my day. So, let's cut out the I-know-more-church-facts and get down to the spirit of the lesson. As usual, I sat alone during RS. This is probably my own problem. I don't need new friends, I have them back at Springview.

Good Job

Dylan was sitting at the counter while I did the dishes yesterday. When I finished he started clapping and told me "good job, mom." I got the same reaction for making a sandwich. My son obviously gets praised for doing things he's supposed to. I'm just glad he can hand it out as well.

Feelin' Gutsy

So like most people, I'm afraid this baby is a girl. Not the boy I've been hoping for. Since it's due 2 days after Easter, I bought Dylan's Easter outfit early. I probably won't get around to it later.Purple and green are Wes' favorite colors. I got a purple shirt to go under it. He'll look handsome as usual.

However, this little dress would look super cute with it. Can you just see the pictures? So I bought it today. I saved the receipt, I can take it back. I'm due in 1/2 the time of the return policy. I hope Wes doesn't read this, because who buys a dress when you don't know the sex of your baby?

Also on an Andrea might be crazy note; I thought I was getting itchy. I'm here to say that I'm not. I don't even have my lab test back yet, but I'm telling you I was going nuts, but now I'm fine.

Is It Possible to Have a Responsible 2 Year Old?

Dylan has been very impressive today. I'm not saying that he didn't still have moments where he's a pretty typical 2 y/o.

Today while I was vacuuming the basement, he finished lunch then put himself in bed. I got up there as he was pulling his covers up. He had a poopy diaper so I had to help him out a little, but I was proud of him for knowing that he needed to take a nap.

Then tonight after a couple helpings of spaghetti snakes and green beans, he knew Mela needed to be fed. I kind of blew him off because I was talking to Wes, then we heard the clink of food in her bowl. He had gone in by himself and dished her out some food.

I love this kid who's so good at taking turns, but not always sharing. Who likes to put the soap in the dishwasher and turn it on. Who typically has a long list of things and people he's thankful for in his prayers. What a great and slightly silly kid.