what's been going on?

So much has happened. Davey turned 2 years old on July 27th. We went up to my mom's house to celebrate. He got a balance bike w/helmet, a Curious George Back pack with matching lunch box, a Buzz Doll and a Woody Doll from Toy Story (he's partial to Buzz, go figure). He got a monkey b-day cake, which he loved. We took him to this little water park by my mom's and had a nice day. They have a huge toddler area with lots of little pint size slides. Davey's cousins played with him all day and he had a blast. Now he's 2! If you ask Davey how old he is he will immediately respond, "two!" But if you don't want your vision of him as a genius to be shattered then don't ask him what his name is right after that because it gets the same response, "two!" He loves to do this because it gets a laugh every time. He's starting to figure out how to make us laugh and the power that goes along with that, which I love of course. Any time he does something intentionally funny, that's definitely when I'm the most proud. That is, if it's actually funny. If he tries to be funny and no one laughs, I spank him and lock him in his room.

Another really fun thing was that our Thursday playgroup threw Davey a little impromptu b-day party complete with presents and cupcakes. It was so cute. All of the kids were so sweet to him. Then in a crazy twist of fate, right in the middle of our little gathering the Fire Department showed up to do a drill in our complex. They were training a new fire fighter. So all of the kids swarmed around the truck and the Sergeant was so cool. He talked to them, explained what they were doing and why, let them touch the truck and then he told them to stand back and where they could sit to watch. Then the fire fighters did this whole mock fire in front of us, in full gear, running with the hoses and everything. The kids just sat there positively stunned, eyes big as pizzas. What is it with little kids and fireman? They LOVE THEM. One of the older little girls, like 7 said, "Oh my gosh, I can barely breathe!" It was so hilarious. So what an awesome addition to Davey's little play date b-day party. So fun.

What else, we got a new couch. We can't afford it but we did it anyway. We had to get it. Our old one was really a luv seat and we couldn't all sit on it together and it was just horrible. I cashed out part of a 401k I have sitting at an old job and just bought it. I told Dup, "I'm just buying this couch we have to." and he just said, "fine." You know it's bad when Dup agrees to something like cashing out a 401k. The new couch is awesome. It was cheap but it's new and it looks great in the space, fits great and most importantly fits us. We are so happy.

What else? I'm fucking pregnant as hell people. When people ask me when my due date is now, instead of saying, "October Seventeenth", I say, "10 weeks and one day." Tomorrow I can say 10 weeks and on Saturday I will be 30 weeks, so I can say "nine weeks and six days." Once I get down into the single digits, I think that will help. It will seem manageable. October? I can't even say the word. It's just too far away... BUT, it will be here. Yes it will come. Time always moves forward. The moment always arrives. I'm very excited, very, very excited to meet this little dude living in my belly and kicking the crap out of me 10 minutes out of every hour. Last night was comical he was kicking me so hard. I think he wants out. I keep telling him that if he wants to come a couple of weeks early, that's fine by me. I could go for a nice little 6-7 pounder this time! Thank you very much. But stay in there a little while longer, at least 6 more weeks and then, whenever you're ready!