you mean I haven't told you my embarrassing story about our trip to McDonald's yet?

I'm sorry.

I've really neglected you.

Here goes. Please don't laugh.

Actually, laugh all you want. I'll happily be the butt of your jokes. You're welcome.

Now, a couple of weeks ago when school started again and I had to go back to work subbing, Jonathan and I talked it up with Julianna and tried to get her excited about us being gone all day and then her own school starting soon. We promised her that if she was a good girl for Nanna and Pap that first day back that we would go somewhere fun after work that night.

Well, she definitely took the bait. She was completely fine with us both being gone and she played happily all day. When we got home we had no plans for dinner and were wracking our brains for some place to go that would be "fun" but also not too expensive.

We thought of everything: Chuck E Cheese, picnic at the park, mall playplace, ice cream shop, etc. Where did Julianna decide she wanted to go?

Old McDonald's and the pet store, of course.

So off to good old Micky D's we went.

I was starving from being at work all day and not used to not snacking every three hours. Wait. What? I know it's the babt that's supposed to eat every three hours, not the pregnant mom, but sadly that had become my routine.

Anyway, I decided I wanted to try the new angus burger that I kept seeing advertised despite knowing that it is probably a heart attack waiting to happen. [I'm taking full advantage of this being my last pregnancy, you see.] And because we hadn't had an abundance of vegetables lately, my husband decided he would have a salad and he asked to share some fries. He doesn't even really eat salads so that was pretty unusual, but nevertheless he ordered it and then got Julianna a Happy Meal. After we had ordered the cashier looked us all over and said...

wait for it...

"Who's having the #12?"

When I answered that I was. She just smiled and punched the order in.

Yes, my husband eats chicken salads at McDonald's, but I get the Angus Burger combo. That my friends, is probably the funniest things that a McDonald's cashier has ever said to me.

And I will tell you without a doubt that it was worth every single stinkin' calorie.

at the creek

watching the dog swim

going dove hunting

you see who gets the back seat

raindrops on roses and goldfish in baggies... these are a few of my favorite things

Yay! Only 26 days until this.

it is really funny

to hear your three year old go off in another room after being scolded and tell her stuffed animals, "Mama, said..." in a mimicky voice.

That is all.

49 days and counting

I had another OB appointment today which was very uneventful. There was nothing much new to report except she did confirm what I already knew, that being that the baby is already head down but kind of positioned slightly diagonal with it's butt to one side. The baby's heart rate was right at 154 -155 bpm. I was measuring perfectly on track for 33 weeks, weight gain was fine, blood pressure was fine, and urine was fine. Nothing special.

Except! Except that they went ahead and scheduled the remainder of my appointments today before I left. That is so exciting to me (and yes, I know I'm a dork). The end is in sight, people! Hallelujah!

stories

So my daughter loves her Uncle Seth tremendously. We already knew this, but it was certainly reinforced tonight after dinner.

I was just sitting with her on the couch looking at a huge stack of pictures taken over the last year that I've just had developed. She got to a picture of my dad and Seth playing horseshoes at Julianna's birthday party earlier this year and she paused and said, "There's Uncle Seth. I love Uncle Seth!"

Then came what perhaps could be one of the funniest things I have heard her say this year. She kissed his picture and said, "I'll always believe in you, Seth."

Sure, it's probably something she picked up from a movie. But still, I think it's hilarious.

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I was sitting in the rocking chair the other day and Jules came up to give me a gentle push. She started singing "Rock A Bye Baby" and I asked her if she was going to rock her baby brother or sister in a few months.

She thought about it for a second and then replied, "No! Then he will poop on me!"

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Whenever Jonathan or I go get our hair cut and Julianna has to go with us, she pretty much insists that she get hers cut too. I don't want to ever have to battle with her for a hair cut if I can help it so we often just put her up in the chair and let her get hers pretend-cut too.

Today, both Jonathan and I were working so she stayed with Nanna and Pap and they had hair appointments. They had already been warned about her saying this. Of course, Julianna told them on the way that she wanted hers cut too and while Nanna was having her hair done Jules loudly declared, "Pap, I'm going to have five hairs cut next!"

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