The Red Chair

If you've been reading these posts, you know how I feel about that little piece of our property that was previously the dog park. We haven't had any recent activity that I've been aware of. Although, a few strange things have been seen.

It appears as though pieces of our little bridge are missing. It's sort of odd because I haven't been able to find the pieces. But, why would someone come over and just take away part of the bridge???? Not sure, but weird, nonetheless.

Second situation: Me and the boys went for our daily walk to get the newspaper and there was a little wooden red chair sitting on a pizza box in the "dog park". It appears as though someone was repainting the chair and didn't have enough yard space in their own yard to do it. We were thinking of taking the chair and leaving a Thank You written on the pizza box.

So, we're still working out the kinks of why so many people consider this property and the "dog Park" to be public property. Maybe they think the Private Property sign is just a suggestion.

Sometimes you just have to let go

I took the boys over to Grandma's house this morning for their first real swim of the season. It's a heated pool so we're able to use it more often. Anyways, I bought swimmies for the boys and wasn't sure what to expect. James is quite happy to just throw pool toys in the pool and squirt Bobby with the water squirt gun. Ryan, on the other hand, couldn't wait to get in. He sat on the step for about 2 minutes and then was ready to jump in. And when I say ready, I mean, he had a grin from ear to ear, couldn't decide where he wanted to go because he was so excited. I thought he would hyper-ventilate. I kept telling him to close his mouth but he was just too excited to do that. He also kept swimming around like he wanted me to let go. I wasn't sure about that, but I finally did. And sure enough, that little monkey was kicking as fast as his little legs would allow and swimming. I didn't have my camera at the time, but will get a pic next time.

Just a few more

Fun times with dad. Ryan also gets mad when I don't give him the camera.

This is how we do it....

In order to get full benefit from a push-up, we've discovered that you have to have at least 2 little people on top of you. So, this is how daddy does push-ups.

Things I Love...

I love how little kids sleep. James was a corner sleeper with arms tucked up underneath. A lot of times he was hugging the mattress. Now he sleeps completely under his quilt and blanket. My sister used to sleep like that. I have to have my head out of the covers.

Ryan has never been one to sleep under the blankets. So, he usually sleeps like this or has his rear end sticking straight up with arms tucked underneath. Anyways, it's just too cute to see his little feet sticking out.

This is me

I'm 34 weeks pregnant and going in to the hospital on May 4th. I'm excited to meet this little one but also very nervous about having 3 under 4. But, survival mode will kick in along with many sleepless nights. There's nothing much to report in regards to this pregnancy. I haven't gained as much weight as I did with the boys. I think I'm up 15 or so pounds. She is sitting low so that has had a bearing on my clothes. I'm at that point where nothing I wear looks

terribly great.

It's funny though. When you're pregnant with your first, strangers have a TON of advice. With the 2nd one, people make comments like "Your hands will be full" and "Wow, 18 months apart (with a look of disapproval)". Now I just get a smile and congrats. I guess they figure after 2 that are close together, we know what we're in for :) But, do we ever REALLY know? I don't think so. But what a blessing she'll be to our family.

Grandpa's Truck

This post is inspired by my sister's many stories of kids saying funny things. James is in speech therapy and doing well. I think he's gotten a bit lazy and doesn't want to try very hard. Ryan, on the other hand, will say whatever you want him to, especially if there's a treat involved. So, I'm sure James says funny things, but I just don't understand it all.

When we were visiting my parents in Texas last fall, my dad and myself and James were riding home from Cooper's BBQ and James kept inquiring as to where Ryan was. My dad has a truck with a flat-bed, but I'm not sure the make. It has the bench seat up front and a bench seat right behind. Not much room, but enough to squeeze some more people in. So, I asked where Ryan was going to sit and James pointed to the spot right next to him. Then he said Daddy could sit back there too. Then we asked where Grandma would sit and he said "in the back, with the dogs". Anyways, it made me smile.