A short story about a PK

So I realize I just posted but I had to share this story with you all. Yesterday Christin was eating some goldfish. I heard her playing with them, making them talk and got closer to hear what she was saying. Here is what was going on.. .
Goldfish 1: Who would like to be next?
Goldfish 2: I would
Goldfish 1: Ok, I baptize you in the name of the Lord.
Goldfish 2 is then dunked in a glass of water and eaten and the process begins again.

I tried to catch her in the act but she was embarrassed once she realized she'd been caught.

Soon and Very Soon

So it appears our little boy is anxious to meet us. I had finally adjusted to the fact that he was going to be 2 weeks early giving me about 4 weeks to prepare. Then on Tuesday I started to bled. My doctors had told me this could happen so I wasn't shocked. They had also told me to go right to Our Lady of Lourdes and that the hospital would expect me and know all about my case. I have to say while the facilities at Lourdes leave something to be desired the people were awesome. When I walked in they knew exactly who I was and why I was there. Everyone from the Lady who cleaned the bed next to mine to the doctor (whom I'd never meet) was so sweet and wonderful that I actually look forward to seeing them again:)
The seeing them again is, however, coming much sooner than I expected. My doctors decided that the best thing for my and the babies health was to give me sterroids for his lungs (which they did in the hospital) and plan the C-Section for the 36 week mark, May 5th (that's right Cinco de Mayo!)
While I am so excited to meet this little trouble maker I am no where near ready! I now have 10 days to get my home, and self ready. Can I get AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! Normally I am the kind of person who will throw myself into cleaning and preparing in the days before my due date. This time I face a delicate balance of getting it all done without over doing it and sending myself back to the hospital. So what can you my friends and loyal readers do? 1. PRAY: for him, for me, for all of us. 2. If you happen to have an extra Merry Maid laying around (which frankly is weird but whatever) send her my way!

This may be my last post until after the baby is born!!!!!

PS. We have a name (we think) but we figure at this point we might as well keep you in suspense until May 5th;)

Wanted: 1 Mommy Bathroom

I have never really understood why people wanted more than one bathroom. Growing up with six people sharing the bathroom didn't seem that odd to me and who wants to clean more than one bathroom anyway?!?! One was fine for me. Until last month. I suddenly find myself symaltaneously potty training two children. Aidan, who turned 3 in February and had zero interest in potty training despite everyone's best efforts, suddenly must have realized that he only had precious weeks left to potty train at my house. If you've never trained a boy before lets just say it's like letting a three year old loose in your bathroom with a water-gun. In addition to Aidan, Lindsey has decided that she would like to be potty trained. If we let her run around naked she will run to the potty use it and then announce it to us all. While I find this wonderful she hasn't grasped the concept of wiping before she gets up. The result is tiny drops of pee (or tooty which is what she calls it:) on and in front of the potty. Fine, I can clean that up, when I know it's there. Sometimes, however, she will use the potty and run off to play without telling anyone (again thrilled about the independence). I will find the pee later.
So where does this leave me? Feeling as if I am constantly dealing with a dirty bathroom covered in bodily fluids. I don't feel comfortable in bare feet in my own bathroom! I find myself "holding it" just to avoid having to walk in there or at least waiting until I have enough time to scrub with some clorox wipes before I go. I know I shouldn't complain. I should just be thankful for the potty training that is going on, however, I can't help but find myself dreaming of a blissfully clean bathroom all for me. With no pee on the floor or seat, a place I can be barefoot and wipe my hands on the hand towel knowing only I have used it. . .Everyone should have dreams.

Who do you think he looks like?

Well, we had another ultrasound yesterday and finally got a good picture, (we haven't had, Leo, our usual tec. in awhile). While I was talking to the doc he apparently was just trying to get us a good picture to take home. We love Leo:)
I honestly think he looks like someone in the pic but I'm not saying who:) What do you think?!?!

Food Monster!

Lindsey always is eating, however, she likes junk food and sometimes it can be hard to get her to eat her healthy food first. If you've heard the kid say "cookie" or "cake" you know what I mean! Anyway, we figured out that if we tell her to be a "insert food name here, monster" she will happily eat anything. I realize this is a little Christmas Storyish (Show Mommy how the piggy eats) but hey, it works. Now that I'm working on #3 "works" is good enough for me. (no pun intended but that was pretty funny wasn't it?!?!)

I'll leave you with one of my favorite quotes, I can't remember who said it and I'm not going upstairs to look: "Before I had kids I had six theories on raising children. Now I have six kids and no theories!"