Wednesday, Wednesday

I need to get my butt out the door to do something grocery shopping--and thrift shopping--now that the weather has calmed down. Have I told you what awesome friends I have?? Two of our closest friends (along with a few other local couples, not us because I'm 7 months pregnant...) went on a cruise this week. And since Jeff drove them to the airport (you know, cuz that's where he works), they left their car with us with a "I'll leave you my keys so if you want to use it next week, you can run out!" Wow, thanks! Without it, I probably would have missed the annual meeting at church on Sunday. And now, I can run out today since yesterday was really snowy and then I babysat in the evening. (For some other really good friends. Who, btw, brought us a roast for our freezer since we fed their kids supper. Seriously, these are the kind of friends we have. I'm not sure that I deserve them.)

So, while I try so hard to hurry out the door (sitting on the couch, drinking hot chocolate, yeah I'm really hurrying), Adrian is playing hockey and telling me about his trip to the zoo. Last August.
"Papa was zooming the ban [van]. The pigs were getting in the dirt. With their nose!"
I just realized he said all of his r's in that conversation. Lately, he's been pretending he can't say them. He talks in this weird, fake voice, "drive the caaw," "chaaaange ma diapaaaaw." It's really kind of strange, but I realized recently that one of his friends talks like that so he must think it's cool??

Since I'm all over the place, I might as well keep going.

I've started having those dreams where I forget about my baby. He was only a few weeks old and I recall checking on him during the night, but he never woke up to eat. Then, all of a sudden, it's 11 o'clock in the morning and I still haven't fed him and he's nowhere to be seen. I start spazzing out, yelling, where's my baby? Jeff's brother, Dave, is holding him like, uh, hello, right here and I'm all mad because no one brought him to me yet, he's doing totally fine. Oh yeah, and we named him Bentley. And, somehow, it took us about 5 days to realize that my sister has a Bentley and we can't actually name him that. We were embarrassed even in my dream. Oh and guess what? We still haven't figured out a name. Maybe in one of these dreams, one will come to me. ha.

Oh my goodness. I am so excited to have another little bebe. It's amazing how much more excited I am this time around. I think, with Adrian, I just didn't know what to expect so I wasn't THAT excited. I mean, I was happy, for sure, not trying to send the wrong message here. But now, I am just PUMPED to have another little baby, for Adrian to have a brother, to actually see what it's like without being in a haze. Those first 6 months or so with Adrian were an absolute blur. And not because it was so busy, but because I just didn't know what I was doing, I was learning so much everyday. Trying to figure out how to best care for that little guy. We'll see how it goes this time.

Ah, well, I'm off, it's already 10. Have a super fabulous day! I know we will! (How can you go wrong with thrift shopping??)