I almost forgot I had a blog until I remembered today that I had a blog. I wish I could have stayed on top of it this summer, documenting all the fun things we did, all the funny things the kids said, etc. but I didn't.
If everything goes as planned, between now and the end of September we will be moving out of this house, moving into a temporary apartment, then moving into a new house and somewhere in there having a new baby boy join the family. With so many variables and with the luck that seems to follow us places, it might not happen that way but as of today, that's the plan.
I get exhausted thinking about it so most of the time, I don't think about it and instead sit down and enjoy a big glass of ice to chomp on with my feet up, ruining the $600 worth of dental work I had done a few years ago from chomping on ice. I think the cashiers at Holiday know me and know what I want when I go into that store. "Here comes the pregnant lady who will ask for two bags of ice for $3.50." they whisper to each other, I'm sure.
In other news, I recently switched the family over from cold cereal to oatmeal for breakfast. After going through 2+ bags of cereal per week at $6 a pop, I made the decision to switch. An $8 double pack of oatmeal from Sam's will last us a good month. Except I don't like oatmeal so I don't eat it but I'm the mom so that's okay.
This third trimester insomnia has turned me into a real live goon and one morning while I slept in, Chet had gotten up with the kids and made them breakfast; his first time making them oatmeal. When I finally rolled out of bed a few hours later, he looked pleased with himself and bragged to me that his oatmeal that morning was a hit. He explained the delicate process he used in preparing the feast, first by using milk instead of water to make it extra creamy. Then, he added some butter, a dash of salt, a dallop of syrup and some brown sugar. He said it was the most delicious oatmeal he had eaten and in fact, the kids loved it and ate every bite.
That afternoon after he left to work, I heard a different story from the kids.
"Mom, you should have seen the oatmeal Dad made this morning. It was disgusting."
"Yeah, he put butter in it and it tasted so gross."
"I had to put it in my mouth and swallow it so fast before it touched my tongue! Otherwise I probably would have puked!"
The kids haven't stopped talking about the terrible oatmeal. Every now and then while I'm making breakfast, they will ask me if I'm going to put butter in it, with a worried look on their faces.
Today, Avery asked, "What do the bad guys in jail eat for breakfast? Oatmeal like Dad makes with too much butter in it?"
If everything goes as planned, between now and the end of September we will be moving out of this house, moving into a temporary apartment, then moving into a new house and somewhere in there having a new baby boy join the family. With so many variables and with the luck that seems to follow us places, it might not happen that way but as of today, that's the plan.
I get exhausted thinking about it so most of the time, I don't think about it and instead sit down and enjoy a big glass of ice to chomp on with my feet up, ruining the $600 worth of dental work I had done a few years ago from chomping on ice. I think the cashiers at Holiday know me and know what I want when I go into that store. "Here comes the pregnant lady who will ask for two bags of ice for $3.50." they whisper to each other, I'm sure.
In other news, I recently switched the family over from cold cereal to oatmeal for breakfast. After going through 2+ bags of cereal per week at $6 a pop, I made the decision to switch. An $8 double pack of oatmeal from Sam's will last us a good month. Except I don't like oatmeal so I don't eat it but I'm the mom so that's okay.
This third trimester insomnia has turned me into a real live goon and one morning while I slept in, Chet had gotten up with the kids and made them breakfast; his first time making them oatmeal. When I finally rolled out of bed a few hours later, he looked pleased with himself and bragged to me that his oatmeal that morning was a hit. He explained the delicate process he used in preparing the feast, first by using milk instead of water to make it extra creamy. Then, he added some butter, a dash of salt, a dallop of syrup and some brown sugar. He said it was the most delicious oatmeal he had eaten and in fact, the kids loved it and ate every bite.
That afternoon after he left to work, I heard a different story from the kids.
"Mom, you should have seen the oatmeal Dad made this morning. It was disgusting."
"Yeah, he put butter in it and it tasted so gross."
"I had to put it in my mouth and swallow it so fast before it touched my tongue! Otherwise I probably would have puked!"
The kids haven't stopped talking about the terrible oatmeal. Every now and then while I'm making breakfast, they will ask me if I'm going to put butter in it, with a worried look on their faces.
Today, Avery asked, "What do the bad guys in jail eat for breakfast? Oatmeal like Dad makes with too much butter in it?"
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