Melanie ~ look at me with starry eyes...

I just found out a friend of mine left his wife and is filing for divorce. So bummed for them. He's now going carless, which means no more rides from the airport for me. (and it's all about me)

Reagan has been doing homework all morning. I gave some serious consequences (apparently losing her music is her currency) and she finally did all her work perfectly. She can do it really well when she knows she actually has to.

We scored a VCR on freecycle. We were just talking about how we wanted one, for some movies we have packed away. We probably just need to buy them on DVD or rip them eventually, but then the VCR was listed and I figured "Why the hell not!". Tim's going to pick it up this afternoon.

The other day someone was giving away over 60 BG cloth diaper inserts, I tried to get them, so I could split them up between me and a few other cloth diaperers, but they were gone by the time I got home. I'm her backup, pending pick up.

I made a roast chicken for dinner last night, so I have soup stock going on the stove and beans soaking on the counter. Soup for dinner tonight, with crusty bread.

Baby is fast asleep.. yay.

Reagan is almost done her AR reading, yay.

I'm going to get myself a cup of coffee.

Bad news: Paxton bit me today and twice last night

Good news: He doesn't have teeth yet

Bad news: He laughed at my reaction

Good news: I didn't freak him out with my reaction, a friend's baby went on a nursing strike when she scared him by her reaction to biting. Mine likes the boob too much.

Good news: Went for a walk around the neighbourhood with Reagan, Paxton and Tim

Bad news: Freezing cold wind, so we only went for a short one

Good news: Snowed today

Bad news: It's almost all melted already


Reagan's teacher sent home tons of her work, some of it she did okay on, some she did really well, quite a bit she failed, but for silly things like forgetting to use a capital letter, or not following the instructions (circling the word and not writing it, when the instructions said to do both), or spelling words, that she knows how to spell, wrong. I wrote out every single word she spelled wrong, or ones where all her letters are the same size, but the k or l should be taller. She'll practice writing those out and then I'll test her on them. Tim is reading over the sheets so he has a good idea of where she's making errors and he can help her study.

ETA: GOOD GOOD NEWS: Paxton has been asleep in his stroller for about an hour, hoping for another hour ;)

Reagan and I went out for a last little girls afternoon before baby comes. Since I can no longer really touch my toes properly, let alone paint them, I went and got a mini pedicure and I got Reagan's nails painted as well. They only charged $6 for Reagan's which rocked, and she had fun. The best part? The giant massage chairs we sat in while our feet were being done. My nails look all pretty, shimmery and dusky purple. Reagan's are purple sparkles. I had to laugh when I was reading a blog and a midwife said "I can tell when my moms are going to go into labour, when they show up with their nails done". Oh, please let it be!

Now the fun is continuing with math sheets! Wee! Heh, she's actually not being resistant to her work sheets this summer, and she already wrote her journal entry. As soon as she's done, we'll head over to Amy's for a swim. It's stinkin' hot here again. Not sure if it's in the 100's like it was last week, but it's plenty hot.

Tim tried to help Amy with fixing their pool pump, but it wasn't something they could do. The service people think it's something in the lines and they probably need to be flushed out. Bummer.


I'm sore today, probably from a busy day yesterday. Last night I could not get into bed. I could not lift my leg enough to actually do it. I finally had to sit down on the bed, and I still couldn't lift my legs, so Tim had to lift them for me. It hurt too bad to do one at a time, so he lifted both at once. It feels weird to be that helpless. I'm better during the day, but by bedtime, I'm just so sore. It is so good to have him by my side.

I keep having these weird thoughts that there isn't really a baby in me, that it's just a tumour, or that I'm never actually going to give birth, that the contractions will never start. It's silly, but it's my brain on drugs baby.

I just taught Reagan how to do Chinese skipping rope. Is that name still politically correct?? Man, I loved that game when I was a kid. I did a few and realized I get winded a little faster than when I was a kid!! Luckily I was smart enough to show Reagan how you can play with two chairs, so I wasn't stuck with my legs in skipping rope for hours. I'll have to remember more of the skipping songs, and teach them to her, so she can teach her friends at school. We were intense, we used to even put the skipping rope up around our shoulders! I have no idea how I jumped that high.

She has been so well behaved all weekend, which just makes it so much more fun around here. She's doing math games with her dad right now, with an awesome attitude. I asked her to clean something and she just said "sure!" and jumped up and did it. I think kids are honestly happier when they have nice boundaries and expectations laid out for them.

Her cousins are running late, but the house is nice and clean and I have coffee buzzing through my veins, so I think I'm ready!! Woohoo! Sleep-over time! Too bad it's raining!!