I’m 17 weeks pregnant and feeling pretty good! A little tired, but not sick and feeling occasional little nudges and kicks. Sooooo sweet. It’s only about a week until we (hopefully) find out if it’s a boy or a girl. I’m mid change in clothing… don’t fit in non-pregnancy or pregnancy clothes well yet. We have an exciting month planned with multiple birthday activities planned for Anna and Easter. Two trips for visiting family are included in that and a whole lotta regular at-home days.
I’ve had two great months with my grocery budget… but I spent $160 of my total budget in my FIRST grocery trip this month. Ouch. I need bread, fruit, veggies, applesauce and more milk at LEAST before the month is up. There are a couple good stock up sales I want to hit too – butter for sure and bread if I can find it. It’s time for me to start watching for hamburger and chicken sales… though I’m not out of either yet. I have several big grocery expenses coming up and I really want to leave room in the budget for them – peanut butter in vast quantaties, a gallon of local honey, and we’ve been offered a share of beef that will be butchered in the fall, so that will be a big chunk of change there. Sigh. Well, we shall see how it pans out.
Brian was singing “Oh my darlin’, Oh my darlin’, Oh my darlin’ Maggie Rae” as he drove. Maggie pipes up and says, “Hey! That’s me!”
“Yes,” Brian says, “You’re my Maggie Rae.”
“No,” she countered, “I’m ‘oh my darlin’!”
These days decisions by Maggie are made with these words: “Yes. Actually, No.”
Anna has learned to whistle at 4 1/2 years old. She’s quite good now! Can’t do a song yet, but she can get pretty loud!
There’s this knock knock joke my dad told Anna:
“Knock Knock.” “Who’s there?” “Dwain!” “Dwain who?” “Dwain the bathtub, I’m dwowning!”
So fast-forward six months with me, because this joke still hasn’t died. It just sounds like variations of this:
“Fork!” (or other random things”
“Fork the bathtub, I’m flowning!”
Have I mentioned that Jordan is taking a step now and then all on his own?
Also – don’t sit on the floor if you don’t want a smiling, slobbery boy to come throw himself grinning in your lap. It’s equivalent to, “Hooray! Play with me!”
All for now!