Playing Catch-up and Just Playing

Omigosh! I can't believe how long its been since I've blogged. How embarrassing! Its just been a fun and busy summer. I'm about 6 months pregnant and that shouldn't be too much of a shocker to anyone that reads this. I've been breezing through pregnancy #3 just like the others and am looking forward to our third peaceful, joyous home birth. We're taking hypnobirthing classes with Maran Perry and she is totally fabulous and the class is great. We took it before when I was pregnant with Francesca, but its good to have a refresher. We can't seem to think of any good boy names, so maybe we're destined for a trifecta of girls, which we wouldn't mind one bit. A boy would be fine because he would have such sweet sisters, he would turn out peachy, too.

Speaking of peaches, the peaches are already ripe and we've been enjoying them daily. Well - Francesca and I enjoyed them today, but Cecilia has some sort of gastrointestinal illness that manifests itself as explosive, frequent diarrhea. Its very tempting for me to go into the details right here, because I have honestly not seen anything quite like it, but I'll try and spare you the gore. Luckily, she stayed hydrated and hasn't had a spell since 5pm, so I think she's on the upswing. She's so good natured that even frequent, watery, mysteriously greeny-black-yellow, stinky, squirty poo doesn't ruin her good mood. She just goes about her day singing and whooping it up with her sister. This is the greatest age (I know all ages will be) but right now, they just play and play and play all day long. Pretending to be one thing or another or another. Yesterday Francesca said, "Cecilia! Let's play Petco!" And Cecilia doesn't miss a beat and says, "Okay, I'm Cynthia, the Veterinarian. Is your kitty sick?" Its so awesome.

And its been so hot outside that when we're not at Island Acres, The Palisade Pool (which rocks this year, minus the rude, lazy, chain-smokin' lifeguards) or Granny's house, we're inside playing in the coolness.

So - our chickens are getting big and Jackie's are already laying eggs. Our rooster (Tornado) hasn't crowed or anything yet, but I've been noticing him making some different sounds. Just testing his vocal cords, I guess. Mom is going to take him when he crows and probably the rest of the flock. They bought a shed to convert into a chicken coop so as soon as our Tornado crows, he's moving to EOM.

I don't have a car anymore because Andrew blew up his Grand Marquis, so that has been interesting. I find myself holing up here in Palisade more and more. The girls and I rock the bike trailer and once a week or once every other week, Andrew rides his bike to work so I can have the car. At first we were freaking out, but now that I'm used to having no car, I don't miss it a bit. We'll buy a little beater that gets good gas mileage as soon as we get our Tax Return, but who knows when that will be. (Yes, I filed my taxes late.) We walk to the post office and Bakery. Ride bikes to FFT for grocery odds and ends and coax our friends into hanging out at Granny's house so that we don't ever have to leave the Palisade Area. Perfect!

I can't really think of any other news. I'm going to try and blog more regularly. Jackie is inspiring me (at miminkogj.blogspot.com) And damn if she's not a crafty one, too. Watch out Amy Blake! Jackie's on the scene and she does ALL the work around the house! (Love the post about Hudson saying something like that - haha!)