These babies are getting very heavy. I can sleep only on my side. When turning from one side to another, I grunt in my effort. Getting out of bed takes at least three minutes (on a good day). My calves are constantly cramping. I can’t put my belly on the edge of the sink anymore to wash the dishes. Instead, I am standing with feet shoulder-width apart (to get myself shorter) and turned to one side (to keep Belly out of the way). It is not comfortable. Other than that, I have no complaints.
Taylor is putting her own clothes on. She takes off her diaper, picks out her pajamas, and dons them. Of course, she picks out the boys’ pajamas and doesn’t put on another diaper – which I don’t expect her to do. She walked into the living room on Saturday night wearing a pajama top and shorts. She wore them in a such a fashion: The neck was under her arms, covering her chest, and both her legs were in one of the shorts’ legs. Basically, she was wearing a tube top and a miniskirt. It was Saturday night. She probably thought that she was going out. It took ten minutes to coax her into wearing a diaper and the pajamas properly.
On Father’s Day, the boys presented Dad with a book: The Home Depot’s Home Improvement 1-2-3. After I came back from work, we rode to my parents’ house where we swam in the pool, played soccer, and watched Dale Junior win the Michigan race.
Ty asked me if Mother’s Day was on Saturday. He doesn’t remember this year’s Mother’s Day because we didn’t do anything or go anywhere. I took four naps that day – so I don’t remember it much either. We did have the Shepherd’s Pie that Dad made. Then he asked, “When is Children’s Day?” Ty, everyday is Children’s Day around here. You always sleep in. You always have a made-from-scratch breakfast. You ALWAYS get the day off from school! Children’s Day. *hmmph*
Kyle has become quite the poet – though not the William Carlos Williams type. “Bug, Rug, Lug. Hey, that rhymes!”
“Yes, Kyle. They all rhyme.”
At the grocery store, “Milk, Wilk, Tilk. Hey, that rhymes!”
“Yes, Kyle, but those aren’t, like, real words.”
At the bank (when it’s really quiet and full of people in business suits), “Gas, Ass, Lass. Hey, that rhymes!”
“Yes, Kyle. They rhyme.” Oh, my goodness.
July 6th, 2008 at 12:15 pm
go you! better not to make a big deal about Kyle’s new words – he does not seem to know that he said something that is best not said in public. in my experience if you (an adult) makes a big deal about a bad word then it becomes a big deal.