Yeah, I know....

I've lost your interest, haven't I? Not posting much and my little blog has become boring. I don't know why...I just haven't been spending much time on the computer. Too busy fluffing the nest, I guess. Exactly 2 weeks from this very moment that I type this, my littlest boy will be in the process of being born (or just a few minutes old). That's so exciting to think about and yet still so abstract.

So here's what's been going on with me. Last weekend I went out shopping with my mom and grandma (*waving* Hi, Mom!!). Grandma paid for a yummy lunch at one of my FAVORITE places to eat (Sweet Tomatoes) and Mom paid for me to get a desperately needed haircut. I had a great day spending time with them and getting out for a day. Little did I know that Sweet Hubby was working his little tail off at home....cleaning.my.entire.house! My house was frightening. Dirty, messy, cluttered....it was terrible. And I just haven't had the energy or strength to do anything about it. I cried about it because I was so overwhelmed and BEGGED for a maid. I wasn't sure how I was going to clean the entire thing (with the two Sweet Tornadoes following behind me) before the baby came. So he left the kids with my dad (Hi, Dad!) and went home and spent the entire day cleaning and surprised me with it. It really is clean. Not just the "It'll do because I don't want to do it" clean. But for real...couldn't (and wouldn't) have done it better myself! I feel like a brand new woman and I've been working MY little tail off trying to keep it that way for at least the next 2 weeks.

After much drama and anxiety, we finally have a new car seat. We weren't sure we were going to have anything to bring this child home in and Target was giving me panic attacks about it. But we have one and it is now ready and waiting in the van. I have the sneaky suspicion that we're beginning to look like a clown car when we go places....

Two cute stories about the Sweet Boys and the things they say...

They found a new pack of stickers they wanted to play with the other day. Zachary loves stickers. Loves them! So I opened the new pack and handed over a sheet. He promptly covered his entire upper body in the entire sheet of stickers. I quickly whipped out the camera...to which he quickly flashed his best smile and said, "CHEERS!" It's 'cheese', honey. Saying "Cheers" too much could get Mommy in trouble....

Stephen's apparently hearing impaired and I had no idea....he was staying with his papa the day Sweet Hubby was earning brownie points and he and Z were watching a movie. Papa was in the other room and Stephen hollered to him that he couldn't hear the TV. Papa told him they could hear it because he was in the other room and he could hear it. Stephen told him he couldn't and Papa asked why. To which Stephen replied, "My ears are too small!" Poor kid....genetics suck, don't they?

I'll try to be better about posting...my life just isn't that interesting. I figure it'll get a lot more exciting in a couple weeks...

Of Elephants, Show and Tell and Being Homeless

You know the saying "a memory like an elephant"? I have no idea what that means. But if the elephant's have an impressive, almost absurd memory, then Stephen fits that description.

Last night in the car, he was almost dozing off and looked at me and said, "Mom, you remember when we did Show and Tell?"

"Um, no." Wracking my brain trying to think of when he did show and tell since he doesn't go to school. Church? The day he went with my mother-in-law to the school she worked at (in February)? I can't think of anything...

"And Zachary slept in the Pack'n'Play and I slept with you."

"What?"

"What's it called? Show and Tell?"

DING! goes my lightbulb!

"Oh, you mean the HO-TEL!"

"Yeah, yeah...the hotel...we stayed at a hotel."

But I'm still trying to think of the last time we stayed at a hotel. Over a year at least. Then he starts talking about his Auntie Alison and the stairs and how she gave him a banana.

"What??"

"And we watched Playhouse Disney! Remember, Mom?"

"No, sweetie, I don't." When did we see Alison while we were staying in a hotel....and why does he remember watching TV?

DING! goes the other lightbulb!

"OHHHH! You mean when we stayed at Auntie Alison's apartment. That wasn't a hotel, that was where Alison lived."

"Yeah, yeah....we stayed with her because we didn't have a home."

WHAT?!?!

"No, sweetie, we had a home, it was just really far away so Auntie Alison let us stay at her home."

This whole scenario had to be a year and a half ago. He was 2. I don't remember half the details of that weekend. But Sweet Hubby is telling me that he's right. He did watch Playhouse Disney and Alison gave him a banana. Not to mention that the whole conversation was kind of random. There was no purpose in that walk down memory lane...I guess it just crossed his mind as he was dozing off.

Makes me worried about what he'll remember about me and his childhood....