My BFF's Jackie and Amy threw me an awesome baby shower on Saturday at Mom's house. It was really sweet and fun. I'm so thankful to have such nice, kind, generous women in my life. I admire each and every one of them and thank my lucky stars to have them my life. The Ft. Collins crew (Kathie, Dr. Uncle Boppa Steve, Liv, Hayley, Wils) was missed, but hopefully we'll see them in November? I can't believe that I'm less than three weeks away from my due date! Awk! I swear though, that my belly is getting smaller . . . I'm going to wrestle up the tape measure tonight and re-measure because the baby DOES seem oddly small for this late in the game. I keep saying that I gain a lot at the end, but I'm 35 pounds and counting. I went to my family doctor for a second opinion and he said, "Well, you're just all baby," and couldn't believe how much weight I'd gained, "Where is it?" - - - "In my butt!" My old boss, Bart thought I was having a boy with both Francesca and Cecilia because he noted that my butt had gotten a lot bigger. If my butt was a lot bigger then, then I'm REALLY packin' now. Another sign pointing to a boy baby? Hmmmm . . .
The girls want to ride their bikes EVERYWHERE. I have to be really creative to get them to just walk, "Let's walk so that we can collect leaves and make a leaf book!" "I know! Mom! I can collect leaves and put them in my bike basket!!!" (Crap.) "But, Francesca, you ride your bike so fast, you might pass right by some really beautiful leaves . . . let's walk, and you can take THIS basket!" (Phew!) Cecilia rides her skuut bike just as fast as Francesca - well Francesca can ride faster, but Cecilia always seems to make sure she's out in front and un-passable. Francesca nearly took her arm off on a fence tonight, trying to pass before the fence began. Cecilia is into Andrew these days, which is so nice. If he gets home at a decent hour (7:00!) then he inhales some dinner and puts the girls to bed. "I want Daddy to sing me his love songs." Cecilia said tonight. "Daddy sings you love songs?" I asked. And Cecilia bursts out into song, "My Daddy looove . . . My Mommy looove . . . My Francesca love . . . my two cats loooove . . . " and then she added Granny and Boppa. Her pitch amazes me - but doesn't everything amaze us about our children? Francesca made an "atmosphere" where she keeps her special things. Her vocabulary cracks me up. Today she said, "She reluctantly picked up her chap stick and put some on," as she narrates her life. It is such a crack up.
My rooster, Tornado started humping the crap out of Sophia today. Poor thing. And he won't shut up! I didn't think I would tire of hearing his happy crow, but man - okay, okay, okay! We get it! You're getting laid and you're happy, but do you have to crow every fifteen minutes? Maybe this means that she'll start laying eggs soon. Seems like Jackie's started humping and egg laying about the same time. I keep asking anyone in my neighborhood if they hear him and they usually say no or they say yes and its cool. I guess most people are working during the day or they're not outside as much as we are? I'm totally surprised that nobody has been by to complain. Maybe I should petition to make roosters okay in town? I mean, this is a town with a train running through it, and dogs bark all day and night . . . what's the harm in a little cock-a-doodle-doo? Pardon me, while I go tell the neighbor's dog to shush . . . roosters sleep at night. Tornado will never make a peep after dark . . . roosters rule!
So - there's the literary update, as soon as I unpack the box with the camera cord in it, I'll post a photo update . . . oxoxB
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