The Crafts

While no one in this house, even the person carrying the baby, knows when he or she shall make their grand entrance, it is fun to predict. And here are those predictions: CJ wins the prize for most creative by guessing a 200 lb, 10 inch boy whom she wants to name, and I quote, "Hippo Cone Poop". She laughed hysterically at herself. Kate hopes baby is a girl and that we will grace her with the name of Christine. I don't think she knows one single person named Christine so I have no idea where she came up with it. If you look v-e-r-y closely at the words on the other side of the prediction page you may be able to see some potential baby names up for consideration. Yes, that's right. We don't have a name yet but we're getting closer. (I imagine my mom, if she reads this blog post, will be Sherlock Holmes style examining the photo with magnifying glass in hand.) We're at three, 3, THREE days and counting. I don't care who's prediction is right o

This past Friday was a gorgeous day. So gorgeous that I decided to surprise the girls with an impromptu stop to my own personal happy place, Hickory Hills. (Disclaimer: my real happy place is probably sitting ocean side on the beach but this is as close as we could get in a short 10 minute car ride.) I have some mad love for this place. Seriously there is almost no one else there when we visit. The girls run like free range chickens and I take in the peaceful views. Of course, this time of year we have to sometimes play a little goose poop hopscotch. We don't actually touch the goose poop, we just bounce over it in attempt to avoid stepping directly in it. While no one has fallen in it YET we have come dangerously close. Thankfully I wised up and tossed TWO buckets and TWO shovels into the van this time. CJ filled her bucket with rocks, dirt and sand while Kate dug for 'buried treasure.'  I just love the light out there. Plus the photo subjects are pre

The half-n-half I use in my coffee, that sits in my fridge, expires at the end of this month on September 30th. And each time I open the refrigerator and find it staring back at me, the only thing I can think is, "will that half-n-half still be sitting there when this baby is born?" Will it still be fresh or will my big belly and I have thrown it out only to buy new. Earlier this week I opened a new package of contacts that are technically supposed to last only two weeks. Will these be the contacts I'll be wearing when I find out if my third child is a boy? Or will I be viewing my newest little girl in a different pair of contacts? Who knows. Read this as less dramatic and more impatient. Just yesterday Matt made a comment about there being only three more weeks until the due date. I very quickly corrected him that there is in fact only two NOT three weeks remaining. He proceeded to then correct me by saying there is actually two and a half to which I respond, nope...

Well hello there old friend. If my blog were a tax form I would have been throw in federal prison by now. I am behind; delinquent in filing a blog post of any kid...quality or crap. But what's a girl to do when she hasn't really found the motivation to write something? That's right...avoid it! Procrastination pumps through my veins in heavy doses lately. I'll blame pregnancy and not total laziness. Pregnancy and subsequent laziness hasn't stopped us from venturing outside the comfort of home. Nope. We have been having ourselves lots of fun...most days. A couple of weekends ago the family and I hit the well traveled road to Matt's mecca; Ames, Iowa. You'd think a married man's heart would lie with his family and that is mostly true for Matt but I'm quite certain a good, solid 60% of his heart beats for all things Iowa State University. ISU's first football game of the season was our motivation for making the drive and we decided to make