One more week

So pretend like this woman is Brad in the picture. This is about what I feel like right now. HUGE and HOT! But, only one more week! Yippy. Went to the doctor today, nothing. No dilating, no contractions, nothing but tired, hot and inability to move! 

That's okay, because next Tuesday, July 7th at 9:30 a.m. this baby is coming out. 

He might not have a name yet, but I can retire the Pepcid, watch my stomach slowly return to the deflated balloon state, and enjoy a cute little newborn. Again I say, Yippy!

We go fishing in the dark

Last night for family home evening we went to the park in Boulder City to go fishing and have a BBQ! The kids all had a blast just holding the rods. Dominic told me they were not called fishing poles, they were fishing rods. That led us to a discussion on synonyms. Oh my. What am I going to do with this kid. 

(No fish were harmed nor caught during this expedition!)

I love these kids

They might tell you otherwise since I think I yelled at Dominic like 14 times today and he tells me on a regular basis, "you're rude, Mommy." Thanks. He has been a fabulous helper lately by "cleaning" his room. He usually piles everything into the closet, but when you first walk in, the room is SPOTLESS. He is so sweet when Brad's out of town and asks everyday if his Daddy is coming home today. He has taken an interest in the days of the week and time. He is always asking what time it is. No matter what I say, he says, "No, it's 4:00." Due to his fascination with the days of the week, I've been explaining when certain things take place - Sunday = church, Monday = family home evening, Friday = Daddy comes home, etc. He always wants to know if it's Friday:) And just so I can remember this someday, another question he asks me at least 25 times a day is, "Mom, is junk a bad word?" No, Dominic, junk is not a bad word. "Mom, is sh$* a bad word?" Yes, Dominic, don't say that word. It's really bad. What am I going to do with this kid?

But seriously, I was looking at some of these pictures and cracking up. Jade is developing this little personality that is changing everyday. She says "no" pretty sassy and can communicate her wants and needs pretty clearly. She is repeating everything and "talking" up a storm. She can name tons of family members including Madi, Chloe, Abbey, Al, D-D, Mommy, Daddy, Sara, Mike, etc. 

She also like to eat crayons and has discovered coloring, most of the time it is on the wall or floor. She likes to tease Dominic, but is so sweet and if anyone is hurt she gives them loves and pats their back. She also loves baby dolls. She carries them around, puts blankets on them and yells, "bay-bees!" She covers her whole face over the dolls and kisses it. I better watch out with the new baby. I can only imagine her excitement.

Me, well, what can you say about being 35 weeks prego in the summer? It is miserable. I am doing my best trying to clean and eat my way through the next month. Can you guess which one I have pretty much mastered? Let's just say that Dr. Juarez has pointed out my stellar ability to pack on the pounds a few times!