I thought about blogging about housework and chores, but I figured you were tired of it, dear reader, as I am --not doing it, necessarily, but writing about it --and so I decided to forgo the amazing description of laundry room cleaning and blueberry muffin making. But it was epic, dear reader. EPIC. Sorry you'll miss it all.
Instead, how about some randomness?
The house is decorated for Autumn! Huzzah! I have my scarecrows and pumpkins and leaves and dried corn all out and about and it makes me happy. I honestly think Autumn is my favorite season. I love the smells, the sights, the colors, the activities...it's a beautiful time of year.
What's your favorite season?
If I was being honest, I would plan my year like this: 4 months of Autumn, 2 months of winter, 4 months of spring, 2 months of summer. Yep! That's how I'd do it.
Interesting thing about my uterus growth (just stick with me). If you may recall, or if you've read my blog this long, when I was pregnant with #5, I tended to grow quickly. At 24 weeks, I measured 30 weeks. Panicked, the midwives sent me to get an ultrasound. I assured everyone that I was fine, the baby was fine, all was fine --nobody cared what I thought. Lo and behold, I was fine! Just a big boy. And a big placenta. At 32 weeks, I was still measuring at 30 weeks (or something like that. I guess I could look it up on my blog archives, but why would I do something so easy?), and so back to the ultrasound people I went. Again, I knew I was fine. But they didn't care. I had to have an ultrasound every week (or every other?) until I was 38 weeks. I ended up giving birth at 39 weeks, 2 days to a 9 pound 3 ounce boy. And a really big placenta.
My point? With this kid, I grew so quickly, so fast, I figured it was twins (among other reasons, like the fact I ovulate twice a month). But lately, I haven't changed. What I mean, is that I haven't grown. I feel like I've looked the same for weeks and weeks now. And that's when the last experience hit me over the head --Hello!? This is how you roll, man! I guess my body is just really good at setting up house early, so the fetus has room to grow. It's made me feel a bit better about the suspecting twins when I obviously was not having them. Well, not obviously. Because I thought it was obvious I was. Having twins, that is.
#3 has been pretty sick the last few days. High fever. Lethargy. No puking, though, hooray! He's on the mend, though. I think he might go back to school tomorrow. I know I've made this observation before (let's face it. When you've been blogging as long as I have, you tend to repeat yourself A LOT), but it's such an enigma having sick kids. On the one hand, you want them to be healthy, right? But on the other hand, they are sick, which means they tend to sleep more, which means they are more quiet. Less rambunctious. More apt to lie there moaning softly instead of sassing and deliberately disobeying. So, which kid do I want? The quiet, lethargic, obedient one? Or the loud, crazy, sassy one?
Of course, I want that sassy one, because it means the kid's healthy. But still.
Things I would have liked to have learned how to do, and still might one day if I ever get the won't-go-away urge:
1. Play the guitar
2. Dabble in oil painting. Or watercolor. Sculpture? Maybe pottery.
3. Knit. or crochet. Quilt? Maybe just sew on the sewing machine.
5. Water ski (maybe. I tried this a couple of times and never got up.)
6. Play the violin
What do you wish you learned or could learn or want to learn?
All the kids know what they want to be for Halloween. The girls have known for over a month. They usually start talking about it in April. Why? I have no idea. Honestly, I don't even know what's going on next week, let alone next month!
I like Mitt Romney. Just sayin'. There's all these candidates lined up to grab the Republican nomination, but I think Mitt has the best chance. Call me a capitalist, but I really believe he would do the best job --I think he could turn the economic crap around. Of course, this is optimism on my part. I also agree with Romney that we shouldn't just throw Social Security out as if it's all evil --I disagree with Perry on that. Does SS need an overhaul? You betcha! But the Democrat in me sees it as a good program --when done correctly.
Anyway. Whatever. I can't claim to know too much. I'm slowly learning, but I'll be honest --I've been a Romney fan since McCain took the nomination, but I'm no expert on politics. I haven't followed everything closely enough to debate with people about it, either. I have to throw that out there so the political debaters don't come and rip me to shreds. Because they will rip and I will laugh.
I told my cousin today that I've realized how I love water. It is my drink of choice! I don't like soda much, or juice, or milk, or lemonade, or sports drinks, or sparkling water, or...whatever. When I go out to restaurants, I get water. Brandon gets diet coke. When I'm at home and I'm thirsty, I drink water. I serve water with dinner. Water, water, water! I love it. It's so...watery. Ha!
Having a two-year-old is like having a blender that you don't have the top for.