We’re alive – and well again. And the laundry is almost caught up. In Ruby’s words, “Why Liberty not puke in her puke bowl? Why Liberty puke in her bed? I puke in my puke bowl.” Yes, dear girl, you are far more experienced in the art. I’m so sorry.
Sterling escaped the bug. He’s the only one who did. He’s oh so proud of his accomplishment. Hoping that lasts.
Joplin is about an hour from here. Tornado death count was at 116 last time I heard it. Feeling God’s protection right about now. How terrifying that must have been.
22 weeks along today. Starting to waddle, avoiding bending over. And here the fun begins. Baby’s quieter than most of mine have been, so far. It’s fun to speculate on personality.
Someone asked me today if I drive a “Jon & Kate plus 8” van. Nope. But given the “full” status of my 7-seat mini van, I can’t wait. More room. Oh, the glory of more room. I have the feeling, if and when that time comes, I’ll be the one parking at the far end of the lot, in the pull-through spot. Just a hunch, since Saturday, in the pickup, I was at the far end of the lot to avoid having to park it properly. But the story gets better…
I had Liberty and Eden with me, stopped at the store with the pickup and was then headed home. We’re headed past the nice-houses development (some of you know the one) on our homeward route when Eden announces she’s going to be sick. She’s my #2 carsick kid – not as bad as Ruby, but we’ve had our share of stinky moments compliments of Eden. The windows were down, an Escalade following a little too close for comfort, and I couldn’t stop anywhere safely. “Out the window, Eden!” I hollered, and, um, the Escalade backed off. Way off. And when we got home, the hose was necessary. Um, ew. But it certainly livened up the trip home.
LOL!!! I’ve always wondered if that would work in a pinch. I bet the Escalade pays more attention next time, too.
It does – well, even. But I’m so glad we were in the pickup. Thinking the wing-out back windows of the minivan wouldn’t have been so good.