"ba-oons!" and my lefty

we love balloons. LOVE. THEM. and coloring/drawing--which has been done pretty exclusively with the left hand for several weeks now...

the fair

my farmboy (the hubs) hates the thought of missing his beloved county fair. so though this wasn't Cass county glory, it was our local fair--and it seemed a sufficient introduction for our littlest one to his roots.

28 wks

here it is. as popularly requested. the bump shot. this may be the first and last one you get...just so you know.

and yes. I'm sure there is just one in there*.

and yes. I'm sure I have to wait until October to have this baby* (I didn't have the heart to tell this particular spectator that technically my due date was in november?!)

what can I say...I have big babies.

*if you find yourself in a conversation with a pregnant lady, try refrain from these questions. I'm sure she feels large enough.

yours, mine, ours

Jonah's been into labeling...everything. Really, he's just into establishing the possession of all things. Anything he sees gets an owner. Most things are either "mom's" or "dad's", occasionally "Jonah's", and possibly a "grandpa/ma's" (I believe he adequately labeled grandma's car the other day). To give you an idea...

While folding laundry, every item gets told their dutiful owner: "Dad's shirt, Mom's shorts, Jonah's suit" (which is an especially exciting find, because, could that mean, we're going to go swimming?!)

Laundry detergent: "Mom's"

Lawn mower: "Dad's"

Nail polish: "Mom's"

Ladder hanging in the garage: "Dad's"

Van: occasionally "Mom's" but mostly "My van!"

Any chevy: "Dad's" (what can I say, this kid knows his auto logos...especially his beloved toyota...)

M&M's in Target: "Mom's" (so I went through a slight peanut butter M&M phase early in pregnancy, I'm over it, but he must have a good memory...)

Ice Cream: "Dad and Mom's" although, today a picture of an ice cream cone got a "Dad!" not sure how Ben manage to snag that one (oh, and our poor kid has a dairy allergy, I'm not depriving him of one of the best tasting substances on this earth, don't worry...)

And the ski goggles hanging in the basement stairwell?: "Mom's". because, yes. yes I do wear them when I cut onions. And, yes. They work amazingly...

survival mode

With Jonah's new found "ability" of scaling the side of his crib, we've all been a little short on sleep around here. So today, we're surviving with a little of

this:

this:

and this:

(which if you haven't downloaded, for free, yet...you must. right here.)

the great nighttime debacle

I'm not a superstitious, don't believe in getting 'jinxed', really, none of that. But given the "I'm so thankful Jonah goes to bed so easily" I gave Ben last night around 9pm, one must think that the subsequent events were....ironic?

The thunderstorm that landed on top of our house at about 1:15am proved a couple things. Jonah doesn't like 1) thunder {understandable} and 2) the dark {power outage}. So, after putting the terrified little stinker in between us in bed, the next several hours are a big blur of getting my eyes poked, having a hot little body lay right on top of me, rocking a 21month old who only wanted to read "books!", listening to the aforementioned 21month old scream from his bed, Ben sleeping on the floor next to Jonah's bed, then Jonah and Ben "sleeping" on the floor next to Jonah's bed, then more crying from bed, and more eye poking, and whining, and flipping oneself out of his bed and opening his door, and finally (at appox. 4:55am--but who's keeping track) sweet sleep. Was it foolish of me to think he may sleep in? Probably. Because at exactly 8am (like every other normal morning) he was up. and ready to go.

So, while (I hope) you've gathered some humor from my night, I will be laughing after we've had naptime--a long one....

knock on wood?

Happy Birthday, Benny!

It was Ben's birthday about a week ago--and since he had a meeting on his actual birthday, the celebrating kind of got extended over various evenings throughout the week. Plans to go out got postponed due to a broken a/c (do you remember how hot it was last week?!) which thankfully ended up being a quick and relatively inexpensive fix (especially compared to the "we'll probably need a new air conditioner and I bet they won't be able to replace it for another week" that we were both anticipating). So on the hottest of evenings, when the house was 90+, we did one of Ben's favorite things--went to the movies. And what movie would you want to see if you were 30something? Probably Winnie the Pooh--especially if it was your kiddo's first trip to see a film strip.

We could harldly make it to our seats we were so excited...

watching a movie is serious business. Don't be fooled though, my little mover had to try out about every open chair in the theater during the movie's duration...thankfully, there were about 6 other people there--with other loud/young kids--I don't think we severely disturbed anyone.