Still Hangin' In There

Or, at least, trying to. Here we are. Almost 3am the morning before my due date, and still no sign of this kid wanting out. I'm starting to think that my changing Tigger from "Piglet" and tentatively reserving it for this kid was an act of revelation, i.e. maybe she's just nervous ("Oh! D-d-d-d-dear!")?

Anywho, yesterday (Friday) was a very productive day! Our whole-house fan got installed and I'm running it as we speak, since it's finally below 75 degrees outside. I had swept the entire house in a fit of nesting earlier yesterday morning, only to remember about the impending installation as I was scooping up the last specks of dirt. Oh well. At least my house was totally clean for a few hours. And it made for fun times with Pooh and Tigger.

They spent SO MUCH TIME playing with that box! Pooh would stick his finger through the hole in the top and Tigger would climb up and try to capture it. The ensuing laughter on both sides was adorable.

Then we canned jam! We made three - count 'em three - tasty varieties, and I'm not telling you what they were because that would spoil Christmas for my family! But suffice it to say that they are dang tasty. I'm so grateful for the help I got from my mother- and sister-in-law, as I have never jammed before and would've totally botched it following Pinterest's advice. They also helped me stay mostly on top of the mess as it accrued...
Ah well. At least my house was totally clean for a few hours ;)

My current conundrum is how to get all these white peaches off my tree and into someone else's house?! There are so many, and I already have a freezer full! Will we have time for Pooh to do a decent harvest this morning? Will I last long enough to take them to church and announce in Relief Society that they are free game and there are plenty more where that came from, please come by? Do I want to "last" that long?! Will I be home for them to come collect?! So many questions!!

Another conundrum I ran across today was the loss of a particular little notebook in which I had planned out meals for the weeks I'd have family over. I had some old, some new, a shopping list, the whole shebang. And it's missing. So I tried to cobble together what I remembered (ha!) and only just now remembered a few I hadn't re-written. Oh well. Maybe I'll have time to run to the store for the extras on Monday... Sigh...

The Final Countdown

I would say I couldn't resist, but who are we kidding? I was DYING to plug this one in!

My pregnancy update emails can't seem to agree (ever) and one is pretty much on track while the other thinks this baby is currently on its way out. After reading the "Congrats! You're 40 weeks" email, I just had to post this for y'all.

Let's see, I'm awake (again), experiencing some strange acrobatics, and congested like I'm back in the late first-early second trimester. I seriously thought her time had come earlier when I was up and she was doing - gosh, I don't know what this child was doing. But it was crazy, it was active, and it HURT! So I tested it out, moved around, walked, laid down, and then fell back asleep, so... yeah, false alarm. Again.

In the meantime, Tigger is showing us a whole new world of baby-proofing that needs to happen. He climbs and unloads with abandon, which is okay until it's my bookshelves (both the climbing and the unloading), so mothers with experience in this area, I invite you to not hold back. Advise me! He's flippin' adorable, though.

See?

Oh, and he loves water. Did I ever mention that?

Seriously, this kid loves getting into stuff.

He's got practically all his teeth, which means if you've got some PB&J smooshed on your finger that he wants, watch out! He'll get it, and you won't like it.

Let's see, what else is new...? Oh yes! We discovered that we not only have two peach trees in the backyard, but they're both white peaches. Quite disappointing to us both. Pooh was hoping for a bit more of a variety, and I was hoping for tasty yellow peaches.

Roo <-- not a fan of the white. 

Tigger does not care. It is fruit, and therefore it is delicious, and it is his. He may be willing to share his binky with Pooh (sometimes), but fruit is off-limits. In fact, the act of your eating fruit is in direct violation of every law of the universe. It is his fruit, not yours.

We believe this to be his opinion on all food, but that varies from day to day.

Well, I think that's it for me. Time to try for another hour and a half of sleep before the young slave master awakeneth.

Early Morning Trending and Water Works

Ok, so, here's the thing: if we were to exactly follow this trend of early morning rising then I've got at least another month gestating here.

This is unacceptable.

It could just be that I took a 12hr decongestant last night and my body just couldn't fight it anymore. Here's hopin'!

In other news, (and no, I probably won't be filling in the gaps in timeline here, so if you don't know and you want to, you know where to find me) Pooh got a job teaching Chemistry! Woot! He starts early August and he seems pretty stoked about it, if really distracted by all the Scouting he's doing. He was called as Assistant Scout Leader (putting him over the 11 year olds, including our nephew, mwahahahahaha!) and just in time for "Scout Season" as I like to call it.
He's on a campout right now, so it's been me and Tigger since yesterday morning. We've had quite a fun time of it, though.

We had a play date with a friend's grandson who was, sadly, not feeling well and wasn't up for much playing. One of these days we'll get Tigger socializing. He will play with others. He will! 
Anywho, we went to Lil Boy's grandma's and then over to HER mom's to swim in their new backyard pool. It was 3 feet deep and big enough for us adults to sit in and still have room for the kids. It was fabulous! Tigger thinks the water is the BEST thing in the WORLD! When momma was taking too long to get in, he just rushed over to momma's friend and insisted on being let in. She was more than happy to oblige and teach him the ways of going underwater (with momma's approval and supervision). Even when his poor little teeth were chattering he didn't want out. The only thing that enticed him was the sandbox.
We finally got him home for an early afternoon nap, which he had to be roused from nearly 3 hours later. By then, his aunt and cousins were over and we had dinner, and played, and made brownies with ice cream, and he got to play in more water (yay! Bath time!), and finally snuggle down for the night. 

So, good thing Pooh's fully employed, because it looks like we're going to be enrolling this little boy in swim lessons sooner, rather than later.