nesting: population me

in the past week i have been on the pregnancy crack also known as nesting. normally, i have the ability to drag out a home improvement that would take a normal person several hours or a full day into a multiple week long project. it's a talent. i'm like the last 10 minutes of a basketball game: my projects tend to stretch into a 2nd week. 

BUT

not recently. 

in the last week i have:

1. sanded and repainted scarlett's dresser.

2. hacked up and removed 3 shrubs.

3. weeded and trimmed the rest of the bushes in the front yard.

3. put down 10 bags of mulch. i still need about 10 more. thomas stacked all the bags in the garage so all i have to do is nudge the bag with my hip onto my dolly so i can wheel them around the yard without really even exerting myself. 

4. painted baby X's room. when i painted scarlett's room it took me nearly a month. this room took me only 4 hours. if i could bottle up my hormones and sell them on the black market i totally would. i even have plans to paint another room next week. 

5. made a skirt for scarlett out of some fabric scraps. sure, it's at about the skill level of a trained monkey, but i made it and used MATCHING THREAD(which is unheard of), my seam gauge to make sure my hem was even all the way around, a measuring tape for measuring and an iron to make it look nice. next thing you know i'll have an etsy shop. or not. 

this guy

has now lost 2 baby teeth without knowing it. i think i could probably safely say that this guy has also swallowed 2 baby teeth, since we have never actually seen any teeth come out. we've only seen the empty gap left by the former occupant. 

*on the way to school this morning*

the first tooth was lost on january 6th sometime between breakfast and 1pm while reagan was at school. i'm assuming lunch was the culprit. i noticed the gap in his mouth whilst i was filling up at the gas station on the way to a doctor's appointment. i had to reassure him that the tooth fairy will still come without a tooth under the pillow as long as we write a nice, legible note explaining what happened(and legible is rather subjective at our house as thomas has the scrawl of a serial killer and my handwriting looks like wet spaghetti noodles). so, today after school we get to write another nice, legible note about losing a tooth. the tooth was in his mouth last night at bedtime. both thomas and reagan took turns trying to wiggle it out and i hid my face in my shirt trying to not throw up because loose teeth are SO gross. this morning during breakfast i noticed it was gone. so i'm off to get some nice shiny quarters so the tooth fairy can fulfill her duties. 

just the 3 of us

‎"I am satisfied that happiness in marriage is not so much a matter of romance as it is an anxious concern for the comfort and well-being of one’s companion. Any man who will make his wife’s comfort his first concern will stay in love with her throughout their lives and through the eternity yet to come” ~Gordon B. Hinckley 

this is what poor thomas has to put up with every night. just the 3 of us, thomas, me and my body pillow. sometimes he has to help push me over into a new position if i my back and hips lock up. the darth vader breathing has not started yet. i am a lucky girl to have him. i especially enjoy when he brings his blackberry and some work to bed with him. puts me right out. i don't know how he can stay awake. sometimes i start to nod off just looking at his work.

doesn't everyone want a picture of their 29 week pregnant fanny on the internet?

simple pleasures

this girl finds pleasure in simple things.

simple pleasure #1- a marshmallow hello kitty lollipop

simple pleasure #2- a purple belt "tied like mom's"

simple pleasure #3- going to the stake dance i was chaperoning and dancing with her dad. i REALLY dropped the ball by not getting their tickets to our local "daddy daughter date" before they sold out. we both sat in the car and cried about it. i cried the loudest. i had to scramble to come up with an acceptable alternative. my very lame alternative was dinner and wasting money at an arcade(i do not like arcades. ivalue my small coinage too much.) followed up by dancing at the stake youth dance. poor thing thought it was great. i think the trick to having your kids like simple things is to constantly disappoint them and then the semi-fun things really seem incredible. bytheway, both kids also really like going to drop off the recyclables at the recycling center. now that's a party!

simple pleasure #4- liking her brother so much that 10 minutes after she and daddy left for their date i get a phone call to meet them because she didn't want this special date to happen without reagan. apparently during dinner, that girl also informed daddy that, "thank you for making me feel special daddy. next time, even mom can come."

and this boy did NOT want his simple pleasure to be disturbed by my commemorative photo taking:

simple pleasure #5- enjoying m&ms and potato chips in large quantities.