Bad Dawg!

While my little one, not yet born, is resting in his watery coccoon, this drama was played out over 5,000 miles away.

Grandma and Grandpa were sitting in their easy chairs watching tv with the dog resting between them at their feet.

Suddenly Grandma heard a strange smacking and chewing sound. And this is what she saw:

"Hey big guy, what ya got there? Uh oh. Is that...?

Yes it is. The baby's slipper! Well, what is left of it anyway. Oh no!"

"Ummm... I have been a bad dawg? I'm sorry. You still love me, right?"

And that is the true story of how this baby lost his first pair of slippers to a dog, even before he was born!

A Saturday...

After waking I rubbed my bleary eyes and made my way into the kitchen to make some coffee which I am now able to drink again without the cursed pregnancy nausea. My youngest son jumped up to give me a hug. He had been sitting at the kitchen table doing his homework. Before breakfast.
Wow!
My oldest son arranged to do homework later in the day with a new friend from his class. I didn't have to cajole or threaten; where are they getting this sense of responsibility?
Then, a blissful hour of perusing my favorite blogs while sitting in a spot of weak sunshine contentedly curled up on the sofa like an immense pregnant cat.
Shopping...lists, and crowds of people.
Home again, lunch, then a long nap. Yawn.
Oops, someone forgot to tell us they needed more school supplies. Out shopping again.
While shopping my littlest was practicing his karate moves in my tummy. Talk about distracting!
Dinner, and do you know what I did? I am a bad girl who cheated on my pregnancy diet! I made crepes, and mine was drizzled in Nutella and whipped cream, mmm. And you know what? It was worth it.

Boys in the 'hood

The fun should never end! Here are my two and a couple of our neighbors, after a long sweaty afternoon playing basketball. They think they are tough and cool tweens; I think they look like cute little puppies. But ssshhhh, don't tell them I said that.
Happy Weekend!