Is there a word or words that you hear a lot? When I taught school I heard “Mrs. Lamar” a
gazillion times a day. Now I no longer
hear that word, yet I am still being called by little people, just by another
name, “Momma”. I have considered changing
my name a lot lately. I often wonder how
two little people could have so much to say or need something so often. All.
The. Time!!! I walk out of the room and I hear “the word”…
“Momma”. I promise I have learned an ungodly
amount of patience since becoming a mom, but sometimes I want to blow my gasket
when I hear them hollering, “Momma”.
Then when they are asleep at night I miss these two little faces, but
love the quietness I hear.
People, I feel fat, sluggish, worn-out, swollen, and all
those other fun pregnancy related feelings one can have at the end of such a
journey. BUT, I am holding on
strong!!! I might be all those things,
but I am in no way telling Sister Lamar to come any earlier than she has
to. To be perfectly honest, I hope my
water doesn’t break like it did with the boys and I can leisurely go to the
hospital on Monday morning without being in a frenzy like panic! Here’s me in my robe….
My sock line
The other day I went to Babies R Us for a few last minute
necessities. When I
wheeled my bus, the suburban I am still trying to learn to drive and park, into
a space I saw this sign and it was glowing like a gift from God!!!!!!!!
I wonder if my hubs, the Representative for District 8,
would write up a bill requesting such?????!!!!!!
A sweet friend made her sister in-law a baby door hanger for
a shower a few weeks ago. I commented on
it and she made me one too!!!!!!!!!!!! I
love it. Annie is officially ready to
come.
STORY TIME….
So if you've been reading my blog you know that Trey and I
sold our house in the spring and have been living in a rental since April. During this time we have seen a few uninvited
guests around our house. Last Friday I
walked into the bathroom, and BOOM a mouse ran from our closet and escaped into
a hole by my side of the cabinets. I
panicked and immediately rounded up several mouse/bug sticky traps we had.
The next two days I would turn on the lights and inspect the
bathroom closely before making my way in there.
Sunday morning I got up, checked the sticky traps, and then went to talk
to Ford and Bitty. After several minutes
I decided I would go back to the bathroom and put on my contacts. I walked in the bathroom, headed for my side,
and when I was within 6 inches of the trap the DAMN MOUSE, yep I cussed on my
blog, jumped out of the hole and plopped right on the trap. I screamed bloody murder.
I flung open the bathroom doors to see Trey jumping out of
the bed in a panic that was right on the same level as I was on. However, he wasn't flipping out because I saw
a mouse, oh no, he thought I had the baby in the bathroom or that something was
wrong with me. I continued hollering
there was a mouse in the bathroom and at the point his demeanor completely
changed. He went from worried to
ticked. I made him mad because: #1 he
was still in bed at 7:00 AM when he should have been up, #2 He doesn't like any
yelling or such, and #3 I made him think something was terribly wrong.
Well people, it was!!!!!!!
When a mouse almost attacks your slipper when you are within inches of
it and sticks to a trap things are NOT OKAY.
I continued to FREAK OUT because the little beast was struggling with
all its might to free himself from the trap.
I was yelling that if it got off I would really go nuts. After threatening to call neighbors for
backup, Trey got the mouse and took him outside.
I guess since that didn't put me into labor nothing
will!!!!! Oh and the picture shows the mouse and next to the rodent is a hunk of peanut butter because apparently they like it.
Tomorrow, Wednesday, is my last doctor visit before Annie
comes. Since my part of the state has
been having inclement weather (ice) my dad insists that he is driving me to the
doctor. I gave in and let him. The parental units had threatened to move in with me this
week while Fancy is in Jackson, but I refused such. So I guess I’ll appease him and let him drive
me to my final appointment. Should Annie
come before Monday, I won’t be posting again, BUT if she stays put you might
hear one last post from me before “The Crazy” hits!!!!
And for your enjoyment and pleasure here are the birthing stories from Ford and Bitty.... read if you are bored....
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