Last night I went to the consignment sale with my mom, and I had a very hard time not picking out only dresses. I don't know why, but I can't imagine little Ilse in anything BUT dresses. As mom pointed out, she needs pants to crawl around in, so I forced myself to buy some. Hopefully we got everything in the right size. I'm washing it all now. I bought about two and a half loads of clothes, and I can't wait to fold it all and put it away. I know, it's shameful that I want to put away her laundry and no one else's, but that will just be our secret, ok?
The boys made me so proud today. I completely and totally exhausted myself at the consignment sale. By the time I got home, I was fending off the exhaustion barfs. I successfully fended them off all night long and into the morning time. Then, I gave the boys an opportunity to make me proud by letting them play quietly in their room while Mommy took a nap. I won't tell you how long I napped, but suffice it to say, by the time I dragged myself out of bed I felt some better and decided to reward the boys with a special lunch (they chose Taco Bell pizza) and a trip to the park. We used, for the first time ever, one of our wedding shower presents-- a picnic blanket thing. It was quite the hit. Ivy had introduced the boys to picnics, so by the time I took them today, they had a pretty good handle on what we were going to do. Telling of our lifestyle, though, they did want to clarify if we were going to eat in the car before we got out at the park. :)
I sat nicely on that picnic blanket while the boys ran wild. There was some other child there at the park (I'm sorry if you are his mother and happen to read my blog) that I was hoping hoping hoping (!) did not rub off on Joey. I do not want him to go around shouting "To infinity and beyond!!!!" every time he slides down a slide on his tummy. We won't be showing those movies to the boys anytime soon.... we try to steer clear of movies in general.
I started reading a book my MIL gave me called The Fussy Baby book. I have to say, I hope Ilse is not as dramatic as the child in the book. I kinda don't think she will be since she doesn't seem to have too much of a personality as of yet. Perhaps she'll be like me and not come into her true personality until she's married. You just never know.
When we got home from picking Tim up, I fixed Joey's bike (he had tried to play crashes in it, something we don't allow) and then I let them ride for a couple hours in the driveway. I figured they were good and tired out after the park and bike riding, and I gave them their supper, showered them, and put them to bed. I intended to have them in bed 7:15 to 7:30ish, but I'm so competent :) LOL, that I prayed with them, came out of the room, and saw that it was only 6:45. Whoops! But I bet they'll go to sleep right away. Who wouldn't after a nice shower washing off all the disgusting Parmesan cheese, park germs, and bike germs of the day?
After I finish with Ilse's laundry, unless I get the bug to vacuum the living room (Oh my, I hope not!), I'll be joining them in sweet, sweet slumber, hopefully to be continued a bit into Saturday morning.... if Tim will be so kind. We'll see if I can entice him to take pity on this aching, tired old body. :)
I've started taking tylenol when I lay down at night just so that I can get comfortable. I was telling Ivy that sitting on the floor last night to take those hated safety pins out of all my purchases was a big mistake... not because of my giant tummy, but because my butt muscles feel like I've run 20 marathons. They do NOT want to move.
Tim and I are looking forward to my Dad's Men of Note concert to which we are going tomorrow afternoon. This is the first time in a long time Tim and I get to go together, and it's all because dear old Auntie Ellen and Uncle Stevie(!) volunteered to watch the boys. I've even managed to talk them into keeping them a bit longer so Tim and I can go to dinner. I think the salmon from the Cheesecake Factory is on my menu, not to mention that I told the babysitters I'd bring them some cheesecake. :)
On other topic:
Here's to hoping we make it through the last four weeks and three days of Ilse's womb growth without another cold, or other worse things that might, or might not, be going around.
And yesterday I finally, for the first time, got the remark that pregnant women supposedly hate, even though it didn't bother me at all. "Are you sure there's just one baby in there?" Yes, I'm sure. And I was told several times lately by strangers that I just look ready to pop. Isn't that funny. I don't think I look THAT finished with being pregnant. Still looks like a bit of an overinflated basketball to me.