Thoughtful

I've been seeing the chiropractor (and her massage therapist!!!) for some issues I've been having, much to my relief and almost as much to John's. He's been very loving and giving me frequent shoulder and neck rubs. Apparently, in a sleepy attempt to return the kindness, he woke up the other (early) morning to me sleepily rubbing his temple. He asked me if I wanted mine rubbed (assuming that I either consciously or unconsciously wanted the massage) and I said no, thanks. I was just so glad I could help him.

The thing is, I totally remember this, in a sleepy haze-like way. But, in my version, he asked me to rub his temples and I was just lovingly caring for him.

My freshman roommate woke up in the middle of the night leaning over me in my bed with her extra blanket in her hands. She was tucking me in because in her dream I was cold and needed the extra blanket. When she woke over her sleeping roommate, she sheepishly took the blanket back and climbed back into her own bed.

Another friend on our freshman floor woke up behind our other friend's door. That friend who was awake had been washing her bed before finally going to sleep at midnight or so. She started to close her door to find a sleepy and confused Tanya standing there. "Tanya, what are you doing?" Thinking quick, "I'm...uh...playing hide and seek." And she ran back to bed.

Jacob

Jacob will be 2 on next week. He speaks better than any 2 year old I've ever known. I re-read old blog entries and read that at the same age Annika was learning to put 2 words together. Annika is very verbal and articulate, so I was surprised to see that Jacob was so far advanced. He can put 7, 8, 9 words together and pretty much have a real conversation with you.

"Good morning Jacob!"
"G'morni Mommy."
"Did you sleep well"
"Yeth. I hada good sleep. Need a new diaper please."
"Should we go downstairs and get some milk?"
"Yeth! I like it milk! I want it please some milk!"

Anyway, he's fun to talk to and hear a budding sense of humor as well. Unfortunately, the barest hint of a song from me or from John earns us a "no singing!" from him, although Jacob loves to sing himself. He also loves to dance with Annika or with John and me while he's in our arms. He is very good at somersaults but he doesn't have great spatial judgement and more often than not, he bangs into something or rolls off the bed or couch. He runs with his back hunched over and his arms pumping. He is starting to hit, which is not entertaining but he's paying back Annika for lots of her abuse. He loves playing with friends, tractors, trains, planes, helicopters, and cars. But mostly friends and trains. He also loves to be outside, which is kind of too bad right now in our rainy Oregon winter. Its also too bad as his mother has been stuck on the couch for 3 months. Yes, 3 months. I'm supposed to feel better now, but I'm still waiting.

What? Yes, I'm pregnant. Most of you probably already know by now, but I'm due July 23. I'm really excited and I would show it if standing up didn't make the room spin and me feel as though... Well, you know.

I know this post is called "Jacob", but one funny thing about Annika. She likes to read scriptures with us and she wants to go first. An example of her reading: "And Jesus tells us to nice to each other and we want to be nice to each other and He helps us remember Him and we always be nice to each other. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen." (Which is how we end our prayers.)

Or: "And Jesus tells us to pray and come to church and to pray together and to say amen and to be nice to each other so we all want to be nice to each other and in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

Then, one of us will start reading and she is not quite as interested.

Also, her prayers at night or mealtimes lately go something like this: "And help Mommy will grow a baby healthy and strong in her tummy and it will be a sister."

Someone else can be funny today

"Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes."

— Jack Handey

Pictures

I know this is all you really want.

Righteous food

"I don't like the green beans. They are too righteous to me."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know."

Faith

"Thank you for breakfast and please bless us healthynstrong and please bless Santa will bring me a pogo stick for Christmas."

(An Ariel, the Little Mermaid pogo stick to be exact.)

Elbow grease

When I see other peoples' clean houses where you could go upstairs and grab your kid and not be corralled back downstairs before you see any incriminating mess, (which you can't do at my house) I think these people must be superwomen or pay someone else to clean their houses. Frequently these are indeed true. However, today I learned a happy, but painful lesson. John and I worked really hard cleaning our room and organizing the closet and then headed out to the garage to make a dent in the organizing out there, and we made lots of progress! But it took a really long time. And effort. And time. (Our kids helped.)

See, I blame my mediocrity on my children so often. Ie. "sorry we're eating grilled cheese for dinner again, the kids were kind of ___." "Sorry you don't have any clean socks, underwear, pants or shirts, we kind of had a crazy month." "Sorry you stepped in _____, Jacob needed a diaper change. It threw off my whole day of cleaning. Or exercising. Or doing anything besides watching clips of Psych on Hulu."

So, today, with the whole cleaning, working and results thing, I realized, sometimes I might clean. And sometimes, I will laugh my keester off at Sean and Gus and live in filth. "What?"

Friendly advice / command: Go watch Psych.