Preggie

Realizing that if I don't blog it, some of my best and dearest friends don't know....
I'm preggie.

Filled with joy. I'm having a girl. Eight years since I had a girl. Sobbed on the sonogram table. Ruby can't wait to meet Ivy Anderson.

Due end of January. Every day trying to forget it. Pregnancy feels lousy.

Yesterday was early dismissal from school which meant

1. Ashton with Cade's guidance unplugged the bread machine after the dough cycle and never let it finish rising and baking.

2. The kids decided to make Rice Crispy treats while I was on top of the fully extended two-story ladder changing a light bulb and vacuuming spider webs. When I got down they had added all the ingredients (but only half the Rice Crispies) without melting the butter or marshmallows and Cade was trying to push super mallowy treats into the pan. I tried to work in the remaining Rice Crispies and somewhat salvaged the lot. Next I set to cleaning up PAM spray inside drawers (what?), cereal crunched throughout the kitchen and several sticky pans.

3. Ashton forgot to start the dishwasher but remembered to empty it, dirty dishes and all. Oh joy for me to reload all the dirties and start it back up again and then unload it hours later.

4. Wyatt, encouraged by the naughtiness, ran around far too long without me changing his diaper because whenever I neared he would yell, "I don't stink, you do." Thanks two-year-old.

Amazing what can happen in four short but LONG hours. When Jeremy came home I had managed to salvage the house but not me.

I love school.

Heard and Said

Heard around the the Anderson home...

Ashton calls Jeremy on the phone.
Ash: Hi dad! So, How was your day at work.
Jeremy: Fine Ash. How was your day?
Ash: How much money did you make today?
Jeremy: I don't know. I've never figured it out that way.
Ash: Well, tomorrow will you figure it out and let me know how many quarters you made?

After soccer practice...
Ash: Mom, did I do anything you didn't like today?
(We're working INTENSELY on sportsmanship) because heard very loud from sidelines last week...
Ash: Pass it to me, because I'm like, the best player.
or after he scores a goal in Saturday's game...
Ash to the ref: That was too easy.

We spend a morning off of school super cleaning the house. Cade says, "Mom. I wish it could stay this way all the time." Gotta love a first born.

Ashton gets a second note home from his teacher.
Mrs. Reichle: Ashton is working on not retaliating when someone does something mean to him. I've encouraged him to tell me instead of take matters into his own hands.
This kid will NEVER be bullied.

Ashton gets a note from his new third-grade reading buddy. "Ashton, you are WAY cooler than the last kid I read to. From your reading buddy."

At dinner Ruby tells us a boy in her class told her she was sitting in "his seat" during lunch.
Ruby: There are no assigned seats. Find a new one.
Boy spits and spit lands in someone else's milk. Boy gets in big trouble.
Boy to Ruby: I hate you.
Ruby: Yeah. I have ears. I heard you. So what?
See what three brothers will do to you?!

During a morning of fighting to squeeze Wyatt into his car seat (five times), returning to the Michael's cashier to pay for a Lindt truffle Wyatt snuck while I was checking out, dragging his two-year-old body out from under the Blockbuster rack and then repairing the Montsters VS. Aliens row we knocked over, and then ignoring a crying tantrum at Costco causing the checker to reply, "It's like a wailing song," Wyatt says to me on the way home, "Mom. I love you best."