Ah, the things that have occurred – and left me with no time to blog about them. I’m sure I’ll forget a few, but I’ll try to catch up.
Today Ruby and Eden are modeling for the Bass Pro fall catalog. Blaine was in the 2010 Fall Master a few times, should anyone care to see. He looks so entirely out of this element in hunting gear though… I had to laugh. Ruby’s modeling t-shirts and Eden’s modeling hooded towels today. Eden’s on cloud nine… and keeps telling me she’s going to be wearing her swimming suit under the towel “So I can be modest.” Can you tell we’ve been working on that one? It’s a hard one for me; I want them to learn to keep their bodies covered without thinking they ought to be ashamed… how to teach that???
My belly is huge. Blaine tells me he’s not certain if I was this big at this point with the others. With 10 weeks to go, I’m starting to wonder if I’ll be graduating yet another size in the wonderful world of maternity clothes before this is all said and done. So not cool. I’m still mowing the lawn these days though – it takes me about 5 hours over the course of two mornings to get it all done, and a nap is most definitely required on those days, but pressing forward… makes me hopeful the massive amount of weight I’ve gained thus far will “just fall right off” like everyone says. Weight falling off of me has not been something I’ve experienced in the past, but hey, I’m allowed to dream a little.
It’s 90 degrees today. The heat index is 105. The A/C has not made it to the top of Blaine’s to-fix list yet. I’m 29 weeks + 6 days pregnant. Feeling my pain? The gas line is still in progress. No hot water yet. Cold showers right about now aren’t really a problem though. Blaine’s promised me several hours of A/C during the photo shoot this afternoon though… and given me permission to go shopping should I feel the need to cool down in the meantime. Yep, that conversation was a funny one.
On the bright side, sun tea takes a whopping 12 minutes to brew properly. The other 12 hours I leave it sitting on the patio are just for good measure.
We’ve had a big black dog in our yard most of last week. I think it’s a rottweiler/great dane something or another. Big. It stands about waist (ha! if I had one…) high to me, and comes up to wherever the kids and I are at the moment and growls and barks. Blaine comes around and it runs away – all the way to our shed. I finally called the sheriff, unsure what I could do about it once I’d introduced myself to the neighbors. (That was a nice lead-in. “Hello, I just moved in down the road. Here’s my giant belly, there’s my MSC*… do you own a giant black dog?”)
*MSC = Many Small Children
So of course, once the sheriff told me I could do what I wanted to do to rid my yard of the big black dog, the stinking thing moved on. I was really looking forward to, you know, exercising my rights as a property owner outside of the city limits… but nope. But now I know! And as for the neighbors… they thought the thing was ours and were wondering about us, so I’m ever so glad we cleared that one up! Brady, teeny whimpy black dog that she is, isn’t going to post a threat to the neighbors, rest assured. No one who hears “Yorkie Poo” quakes in their boots, exactly… unless they’re a toad. She loves the toads… but they don’t love her so much.
We have a spy frog. Every night, once it’s dark and the lights inside are on, it climbs onto our living room window and eats the moths that our lights attract. It’s far more interesting than anything on the three channels we get on the tv. But a frog, on your window, night after night? One begins to wonder if it’s a spy. You know, because me, collapsed on the couch in front of a fan and under a ceiling fan after a long day… now that’s a sight to behold.
I’m missing many stories, but I’m drawing a blank and this post has grown plenty large. I had an entire blog written in my head after being unable to sleep the other night, itching with chigger bites – aha, there’s one of those stories – but beats me if I can remember what that post was about. As for the chiggers, blame them on the growling big black dog. It’s all her fault.