Tuesday Tidbits

I am officially baked. I don't think I have anymore room in my body to gestate baby. I am almost 35 weeks....let's get this party started. Of course, I start to panic when I think about dealing with three children every day, but I would really like to breath again and maybe roll over in bed without pain. My c-section is scheduled for April 19, only three more weeks.

Last night the husband took the kids outside and I settled into my new Shabby Chic sheets ready to watch How I Met Your Mother (which wasn't a rerun) and New Christine. I was looking forward to it. Turned on the tube and our CBS station had two Frasier episodes playing instead with a little note scrolling across the screen saying that the two shows I was looking for would be shown at like 2 in the morning. WTF? Our tv stations here do that all the time and I have never figured out why. Asses. Yeah, good thing I have tivo, but I am sure it will be erased before I ever get around to watching it, and what do the poor folks who don't have tivo do? That kind of crap is just ridiculous. Another reason I hate Houston.

The penny you ask? You're all thinking it was Adam aren't you? Nope, guess again. My SIX year old swallowed a penny. Of course, we've been waiting for something like this to happen as he can't keep things out of his mouth. I mean, he licks poles when we pass them, he is so gross that way. Anyway, he found two pennies out in the street that day and I had told him to put them in his bank so his brother wouldn't find them and swallow them. I should have led him there and watched him do it. Instead he bathed them in his mouth most all afternoon and at one point did his usual acrobatic couch flip (which gets him in trouble everytime) and as he slammed back onto his back those pennies went for the intestines. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. He ran upstairs and I heard wretching, first thinking he still had that stomach bug, but he ran down crying a few seconds later asking me how he could make himself throw up and I knew. My first instinct was to go for the ipecac but good old google steered me away from that and after a call to the pediatrician we were steered away from the ER as well. I kind of wanted to go to the ER to scare the hell out of him, hoping to teach him a lesson, but it was a Friday evening and that couldn't have gone well. I have no idea if he passed those pennies or not. I was not about to dig through his poop all weekend, I just couldn't do it. I just assume it's gone and hope for the best. Of course, I caught him yesterday with some paperclips, some tiny plastic army men guns, and marker tops all in his mouth, so it's just a matter of time before he does it again.

Any guesses on what the baby might be? Care to guess what it's name will be? I am thinking about giving out a prize for anyone who guesses correctly. I still have tons of garage sale junk I could mail away.

Adam is now saying Eza. That's our dog, Ezra. He also says "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding" over and over. Jacob taught it to him. I have no idea why, but that's about all he'll say. I still haven't called the speech people, trying to get through this ADD mess with Jacob first. One medical crisis at a time please.

I made some three chocolate cookies last week. Even the burnt ones were good. They are very much bad for you with all the butter and shortening and all, but you know what they say....everything in moderation. I am going to post it on my recipe blog when I find the time. I highly recommend them.

Happy Tuesday!