Like mother, like son

It was wacky day for Connor at school on Wednesday. When I showed Derek this picture, he cracked up.

I mean, it’s a pretty funny picture, but Derek was really cracking up.  Well, Derek style cracking up, which is really just a smile and a small chuckle.  “Meg,” he said, “Connor is just like you!”  I wasn’t sure exactly what Derek meant by that, but then he started listing some of the wacky things I’ve worn/done over the years, specifically the time I dressed up in a large sombrero, colorful and authentic Mexican clothing, an ace bandage, and a topped it all off with a sassy ballet pose.  But, despite all of my searching, I cannot find the picture anywhere.

This classic one will have to do.

Yup. Connor comes by his wacky side honestly!

My kids are cute

I’m their mama. I can say that as much as I want! A few weeks ago, the oh-so-talented Cindi took pictures of the boys for me. She just posted them, and they came out so cute!! Logan’s eyes are pretty squinty in most of them…he’s just like his daddy and has very sensitive eyes when it’s bright. But I still love them all! Here are a few of my faves, and if you want to see them all, the gallery is posted here.  And Cindi has a few others posted on her blog.

Thanks again, Cindi!

In other news (well, it’s not news, really. I’m just excited about it…) the boys and I went to Ikea today. I love that place! And it’s even better now that Logan is potty trained and can go play in the kid area. He loved getting to stay with Connor! I got some good stuff-a dresser for the baby, a coffee table, curtains for our bedroom (finally!), a new laundry hamper, some storage for stuffed animals, and a few other odds and ends. We all had such a good time. We ate lunch there and then headed home where I put together the coffee table all by myself while the kids destroyed the box it came in. I love boys-they seriously spent 45 minutes playing a game with the box. I won’t mention the huge mess it left in it’s wake…

Tonight is Connor’s end of year program/preschool graduation. Tear…I can’t believe he is going to be starting kindergarten! He’s growing up way too fast.

All in all, it’s been a great Tuesday.

Top 10

Ten good (or great!) things that happened this weekend:

1. My sweet friends from church threw me a baby shower. It was so much fun to have some girl time, and to get so many sweet things for baby girl.

2. Our neighborhood pool opened. Three cheers for swimming!

3. I found a bathing suit that works! I finally got around to trying on a maternity bathing suit…holy unflattering-ness, batman! It was maybe the most unflattering, unattractive article of clothing I have ever had on my body. The top looked like and tent, and let’s just say it didn’t offer the support that I need. The bottoms revealed my lovely saddle bags in all their glory. I almost wish I had a picture of myself in this suit so you could see that I am not being dramatic. Then I had a lightbulb moment. Why not look for a regular bathing suit, just a few sizes bigger? That way I can still get one that covers my saddle bags, and is supportive on top. I am fine with something tight on my belly-I actually like that part. Kohl’s came through for me once again, and I found a suit that is acceptable for wearing in public. Mission accomplished.

4. Disk 1 and 2 of Friday Night Lights Season Two arrived from Netflix.

5. Connor and Logan invented a new hide and seek game that keeps them happy for hours. Well, maybe not hours, but for awhile at least. I love when they play together happily.

6. I got a few more cute maternity clothes. Woo hoo for cute preggo clothes!

7. We went to the mall as a family (which is something we never ever do), and everyone had fun. Even Derek and the boys.

8. We spent the evening swimming with friends last night. It was great!

9. I made mac and cheese and sausage for lunch today. (I am running out of things and I’m determined to make it to 10.)

10. I am caught up on laundry. Love that.

All in all, it was a great weekend!

It’s 4:00 a.m.

I am wide awake. What’s up with that?
Logan tip-toed into our room at 2:30. He needed some ice water. I thought I would fall right back asleep, and even pick up my dream where it left off. Nope. Not this time. I laid there. I closed my eyes. Relaxed. Rolled over. Again and again. Silently wished Derek would stop breathing so loud. It really wasn’t loud breathing at all, but you know how it is when you can’t sleep. The clock ticking on our bookshelf was deafening. At 3:15, I resigned to being awake and got out of bed. I’ll admit it was the fruit punch calling my name from the fridge. The boys are going to be so sad in the morning when they find out I finished it off. I figured within a few minutes, I would be sleepy and head back to bed. It’s been almost an hour, and here I am, as awake as ever.

Have I told you I started playing the cello again? Have I told you that I ever even played the cello? I started playing in the 5th grade. I chose the cello because my big brother played the cello, and I wanted to be just like him. I stopped playing after my sophomore year of high school. The good orchestra was the same period as volleyball, and I chose volleyball. After I stopped playing, I realized that I actually loved it. Through junior high and high school, it seemed like a nerdy burden. But it turns out I actually really loved it. I haven’t played a note in at least 10 years. I recently found out my mom had purchased a cello sometime during the years I played. I always thought we rented one. My brother had the cello in storage until he moved into his new house, and the last time I was over there, I saw it in the corner and asked to borrow it. It was weird. I have been wanting to pick it back up for so long, and the whole time I didn’t realize that my brother had the cello. I’ve been playing almost every day for the past week or so. I love it, even though I am so, so rusty. But it’s amazing how quickly it’s coming back. I can read the music still. And by read the music, I don’t actually mean read the notes. I have to stop and think about what note it says. I mean when I play my fingers just remember where to go. There are songs I can still play by memory from my orchestra days. It doesn’t sound very pretty yet, but I’m going to keep on practicing. I was feeling a little frazzled this afternoon. (Thursday’s are my most frazzled days for some reason.) So I pulled out my cello and played for 20 minutes. It made me feel better.

I wish I had a picture of me playing the cello back in the day to add to this post.