Our chickens FINALLY laid an egg! Monday, we were out at the chicken coop and Cecilia said, "Sunburst, PLEASE lay us an egg!" I guess it was the please that did it. Although its more likely that the Black Star, Sippy Sippy Sophia laid the egg, because they're sex-link chickens, bred to be both easily sexed and be egg laying machines, Francesca is positive that it was laid by Sunbrust, because like Sunburst, the egg had little speckles on it, so OF COURSE it came from the Plymouth Barred Rock! Only the chickens know for sure.

Afterwards, Cecilia clapped a round of applause for Sunburst and told her, "Good job Sunburst! Good job! Thaaank you for the egg! Good girl, Sunburst!" It was so sweet

Just when I was about to give up on the chickens, they went and laid an egg!

And here we are enjoying the lovely fall weather. The 80 degree day was a bit much, but I'm not complaining! We've been enjoying more time indoors, playing family (pretending to be Marie, Lily and Tucker or Jodi, Ben and Skylar and Ava or Jessica, Grace and Avery.) Cecilia is gravitating towards being any family with a small baby and she carries our life-like baby around all day, nursing her, rocking her and wearing her. Meanwhile, Francesca is usually a sibling or wife. Cecilia tends to be mommy or daddy. It was really funny when she was Ben and Francesca was Jodi and Ben had to go to work. They hugged and kissed goodbye and Cecilia left the room for work. Moments later, she returned and exclaimed, "My work is closed!" So she took the day off to spend time cooking meals for the children with her wife, Francesca/Jodi.

I'm about nine days away from my 'due date,' or estimated birth day, as we like to call it and I wasn't feeling much different until I went down Jackie's slide today. I think I knocked the baby's head down into my pelvis. Until today, the head was just to the left of my pelvis, but not engaged. Now, I'm pretty sure the head is engaged because I can't sit comfortably in the rocking chair, with both girls on my lap at bedtime, without throwing my legs over each side of the chair in a spread eagle. Nice. I'm hoping to go all the way to October 30th, at least. I'm so tired of everyone saying how small I am, that I'm hoping for a ten pounder, like my mother-in-law. Not a 13 pounder, though, like her second child. Yowza!