Thank You's...

So, there are a few things in my life that I haven't said Thank You for, and I believe that now would be a good time.

Thank you to my son who sends Cheerios flying everywhere when he's in his high chair. Lately I've felt like these Cheerios are embedded in my life. They are in the carpet, crib, car seat, socks, and couch.

Thank You.

Thank You to Uncle George who taught Cooper to squint. It's become part of his smiling routine, and he thinks it's pretty special.

Thank You.

Thank You to my mother who didn't laugh at me when I suggested we just lay Cooper on the floor in Lizzie's old room for a nap. Clearly he wasn't tired enough to "just lay there" and go to sleep. As seen below, he rolled under the bed and got stuck, screaming and screaming. (My poor son had to endure us hurrying to find the camera. He's totally fine in this picture...)

Thank You.

Thank You to Rori for sitting and letting Cooper bash her around for a while this Sunday. It's so fun to see them together! She was so patient and it was so fun for me to watch.

Thank You.

Thank You to Uncle Tyler for teaching Cooper how to become a Jedi Master. (Hood comes first..)Thank You.

Thank You to Daines family for being fun and letting Cooper sit with the big boys. (And little girl)

Thank You.

Many, many, many Thank Yous to Randi who took our family pictures this week. I'm so happy we got some of the three of us, before number 4 arrives.

Thank You!

Also, I would like to thank everyone who has been around me lately, for one very specific reason.

I'm not sure who said this to me once, a sister I think, but she said that the longer she stays home with her children, the more she begins to feel less and less intelligent. In my case, with this pregnancy, I have begun to feel that I have lost the entire concept of thinking thoughts and having them come out as pleasant, normal words. I have constant word barf. I say something I think was witty, and then I realize sentences came out in the wrong order. Or, I say something completely wrong, and it just comes out snotty. My reactions range from clapping my hand on my mouth and getting really red, or saying to Steven, "That's what I said?!", or sending out apology e-mails. You all know who you are. I would give some examples, but I don't think that anyone I have encountered would like to hear anything I've said a second time. So, if you're out there and I have recently said something unpleasant, please accept my apology, and take it up with this unnamed little girl when she gets here.

Thank you.