Mundane

(This was last week in Aaron's new Jeep)

Haven't talked to y'all in a while--mostly because the weather has been fabulously beautiful and partly because every day has been fairly routine.
But today Adrian was funny, so I thought I'd share.

This morning he declared that he wanted to go to the beach. Right now. All of us should go. Go now.

We told him that the beach wasn't open yet, that it wouldn't be open until summer. His response?

A.D. wants summer right now.

Clearly we have failed to adequately explain seasons/time/space .

Nosy old lady neighbor strikes again!

This past weekend, Aaron's folks came to town for a quick visit (yay! grown ups!). As they were trying to leave--literally trying to get down the stairs and into the car--nosy old lady neighbor came a'knocking. The purpose of her visit was pleasant enough--her daughter wanted to thank Aaron's parents for a favor they had done, but nosy old lady neighbor? When she saw me, clad in my pajamas at 11 AM? She said "did you just get up?", which annoyed me to no end. Firstly, nosy old lady neighbor, what time I get out of bed is none of your business. Secondly, I am a grown woman--a grown pregnant woman-- and if I choose to wear my pajamas for 3 consecutive days in the privacy of my own home that's my business. And thirdly, I have a 2 year old--7 AM is sleeping in.
Thankfully Aaron's dad averted the pregnant-lady-mauls-senior-citizen crisis by ushering everyone off of the front stairs and into the lawn, while I stayed behind with Adrian and thought unpleasant thoughts.

Also!

Things that make me happy:

1. 55 degree weather! (I'm not falling for it, Chicago)

2. Newfoundlands in underpants

3. Communist Boston Terriers

4. Ice cream

5. Nap time

Thinking

Sudacare shower soothers smell like a cross between a urinal cake and the ape house at the zoo.

They work....

Chicago loves you, baby

Dear Chicago;
If you know me AT ALL you know that cold is my least favorite weather. Cold with cold wind is the worst. So it was a wonderful, delightful excursion to Birmingham where the daffodils were in bloom and I didn't need a coat the whole time I was there. Then I come back to Chicago and it snows. Again.

Well, Chicago-- I have had it with your winter. We've got 14 days 'till the start of spring and I expect to see some big time changes 'round here. I didn't plant 40 crocus bulbs for the exercise, thankyouverymuch.

Oh, I know that the weather is supposed to be in the 50's next week, but let me tell you I'm not buying it. I was here last year when you gave us weeks of beautiful weather and then when my mother came to town in MAY you slammed us with a week of rain and temps in the low 40's. Sweet talk me all you want, but I'm on to you.

Annoyed with you and your cold;
Kara

Dear Kara,

Don't be like that. Chicago has lots to offer you, baby. How about June? We do June real nice 'round here.
All that ice and snow? I didn't know it wasn't your thing. I'll make it up to you, baby. Just you wait and see. You'll get your warm weather.
Chicago loves you, baby.

Love,
Chicago


Dear Chicago,

Don't call me baby.

Kara

Travel...weather...and other stuff too.

Hello!

We (A.D. and I) were in Birmingham, AL for a week--and I took pictures! But they're filmy pictures so I have to get them developed before I can share. The weather was gorgeous--between 60-70 degrees all week--until we decided to get on an airplane and come home. We wound up sitting in the airport for 3 hours while there were tornados, lightening, and no plane for us to get on. Adrian was remarkably good the whole time we were gone, although around day 5 he was saying "want to go home" frequently. And while I love my family, shuttling from place to place isn't exactly my idea of a relaxing vacation.

This past week, he has also started to declare "I'm so angry!" while curled up on the floor. I figure it's good for him to recognize his emotions, but it's hard for me not to laugh--he has such a sweet tiny voice which is in total contrast to what he's saying.

I'm still pregnant--25 weeks (15 weeks to go) and counting. It still seems like a long way off. I'm not sure if that's because the other pregnant moms that I'm friends with are due in 3 weeks and 8 weeks, or if it's because our baby is due in June and it feels like winter will never end. I'm still planning my garden. That's how unreal this pregnancy seems. As though I'm going to have the time/energy to get out there and dig in the dirt in 8 weeks. I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday, and an ultrasound to make sure that my incredible shrinking cervix hasn't shrunk any further, and to check on the state of my placenta previa. While I feel better during this pregnancy it has been more medically complicated than the last. All I'm hoping is that I can make it all the way through without needing bedrest.

And now! A snack and a nap.