Nose Issues:

So, last night Nate popped up off the potty and popped me in the nose. It was very clearly broken. I've done this a few times and I know when it's broken. Luckily, it's not displaced so I don't need to go to the doc, but it hurts and gives me a slight headache for a couple of days and then will be stuffy for weeks if not months while it heals. For posterity, I am chronicling my broken noses.
1st and Worst: While 5 months pregnant and country dancing Rob and I were swirling around his parent's living room on Christmas break when his elbow connected with my nose displacing it. Apparently it looked pretty bad because Rob immediately called our friend who is an orthopedic surgeon. Dr. Anderson came over and said, yep, it's broken and called Dr. Marsden who opened his office despite the fact that it was Saturday on a holiday weekend and met with me to fix the nose. He stuck a long rod up my nose, pulled quickly to the left and realigned the nose. I was left with a huge bandage and two black eyes. When we went back to law school, Rob had to endure a lot of ribbing about beating me up.

2nd.::Amy jumped on my lap and popped me in the head. It wasn't displaced, but eventually I did have to get surgery to fix that one.

3rd. More country dancing

4th: Popped in the face with a baseball at super close range on the shuttle bus to the kite festival.

I know the feeling, I recognize the crack. I'm usually pretty protective when everyone is climbing around me cause I really have having this happen. Apparently not careful enough.

THIS IS SO PERFECT!!!

PrEGnAnCy RaNt!!!!

I am writing this entry, not so much for you, my loyal readers, but for posterity, for myself in case I get any more revelations about having children, and for my memory which always seems to fade in the light of super sweet babies. PREGNANCY STINKS. (I'm sorry, this may get vitriolic. Make sure you cover your eyes if I get too offensive) The top 20 reasons this sweet baby boy is baby Number Never Again:
1. my backside seems to get as pregnant as my frontside.
2. I'm too tired and nauseated to get off the couch but not sick enough to feel justified in staying on said couch.
3. I can't breathe.
4. Did I mention I can't breathe.-- Despite using an inhaler for the first time this pregnancy, my lungs cannot handle the stress of pregnancy-- even in the first trimester.
5. Not being able to breathe seriously limits my workout possibilities contributing to the Catastrophe listed in No. 1.
6. I have really cute, skinny friends who carry their babies like little basketballs in front, not showing until the 8th month.
7. Motherhood Maternity clothing makes clothing for the aforementioned friends not for moi whose babies ride MUCH LOWER.
8. Said maternity clothing store is not into vanity sizing. Their clothes are really small. Even the larges are not large.
9. They are the only place to get maternity clothes in this town.
10. I have to go to the bathroom after 2 oz. of water. And so, am chronically dehydrated for fear I won't be near one in time.
11. I'm hungry all the time. But the minute I eat, I feel sick. You would think, using Pavlov's reasoning, that I would eventually stop eating. Au Contraire mon frere. Apparently Pavlov's principles do not apply to the ravenous monster inside of me.
12. I'm exhausted, but can't sleep.
13. I have no energy for creativity. My sewing machine is dormant. Angela inspires me.
14. Everybody seems to happen upon a miracle weight loss cure at the same moment my waistline is expanding beyond belief.
15. When I lay on my left side (the preferred side, wouldn't you know) I get overwhelmingly nauseated.
16. My hair gets way curly which would be great if I weren't trying to straighten it every day.
17. I ran a mile yesterday (only one mile--AAAARGH) and as soon as I stepped off the treadmill felt like I was going into labor. For a good 10 minutes.
18. I'm the one to whom people say, "haven't you had that baby yet?"
19. Okay, maybe I can only come up with 19. Honestly, we're super excited to have this baby. We feel like he was waiting to come to our family and is getting to know his grandpa before he comes. But I think my body's had enough of childbearing and is ready to run again.

Two word Sentences.

Baby coming. House messy. Plastic everywhere. Treadmill lonely. Dog sick. Kids hungry. Easter coming. Baskets missing. Walls textured. Granite expensive. Sleep Elusive. Bookcase covered. Vacuum iffy. Weather windy. Nose running. Carpet expensive. Tax day coming. Sewing machine unused. Trampoline broken. Kids excelling. House progressing. Backyard progressing. Summer coming. Bed made. Dow up. Conference amazing. Kids happy. House progressing. Chaos temporary. Baby coming. Laundry folded. Appliances working. Dinner planned. Spring springing. Life . . .Good.

N.U..M.B.

I am remiss because lately I have Not Updated My Blog. I seem to have so little to say. And yet, yesterday at my TJED 5 pillar class (if you must know, I am the sole public school adherent in a group of homeschool moms [2 dads]) I had NO PROBLEM SAYING ANYTHING because we were talking about ideas, philosophy, religion, economics and sociologies of different worldviews. I won't repeat my opinions here because I'm not sure they were all that well thought out, but I will say that sometimes I tire of talking about the mundanity of life (is that a word) and instead want to talk about IDEAS. When it begins, I feel my brain whir up like a hard drive. I remember a time when I was productive, intelligent contributing. Right now I feel not so much.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!!!!!

ON TWO WHEELS!

Katie Learned to Ride her bike on two wheels and Nate graduated to the the alley bike. Time for a bike ride-- now we just have to pump up mom's tires.