Some things should never be even mentally vocalized. Earlier this week I suddenly found myself thinking that Sam had actually been sleeping fairly well for a week or so. It happened so fast, was just a fleeting moment really, but it was already too late. Fate had been tempted- the Sleep Gods would get their revenge. Sure enough, that very night at approximately 3 AM, justice was served. Our door swung open and in bounds Sam, laden like a Sherpa with every item from his bed (which that night happened to be 3 blankets, a pillow, a baby doll, and a truck). After arranging his "bed" next to me, it soon became clear that he had no intention of actually sleeping. I gathered him and his entourage and took him back to his bed, where he insisted I lay down with him . And that's when I heard Mia. Apparently she thought there was a party going on that she wasn't invited to, because she soon was in bed with us, and laying on top of me. I can tell you that me, the belly, a wiggly 2 year old, and a 5 year old in a toddler bed is NOT a fun party. Long story short: when I finally just gave up and went back to bed, Mia was in her room looking at books, and Sam was playing with his truck- both were wide awake. It was after 4.
So my mantra for the week has been, "I will only be sleep deprived for another 18 years." Since that lovely night of nocturnal bonding, Sam has been up every morning at 6:30. Apparently my debt was not paid the first night. Is there some other sacrifice besides my own exhaustion, physical health, and emotional stability I could offer? I'm now going into week 4 of the cold that will never end, and my kids are actually complaining about having to watch too much TV. Wow- I can't wait to add a new born into the mix!
Here's a few other highlights from the week:
Yet another picture of my kids dressed inappropriately for the weather. This picture was taking around 6:30 PM, and probably 40 degrees. For some reason they thought riding their bikes in bathing suits and towels would be awesome. Note Sam's mismatched boots- he wears those all the time.
It was Take Your Child to Work Day on Thursday. Lucky Mia got to spend an exciting morning with a bunch of Information Architects. She came home with a fake tattoo that says, "IA Forever", complete with a heart with a sword through it. Rough crowd.
I started my weekly doctors appointments this week. I'm 36 weeks along, and in the pregnancy tradition of sharing really personal information about your cervix, I'm dilated to 1 cm.
Friday, I celebrated the impending arrival of baby #3 with some close friends while enjoying some incredible desserts and fantastic atmosphere (thanks Sara! and note to The Melting Pot: turns out we don't need chocolate Fondue to have a good time).
We made a trip to Ikea, didn't find what we wanted but did pass by this piece of framed art: ...which we didn't buy, and regretted so much that I sent Mark back a few days later to pick it up. Really, I shouldn't love art from Ikea this much.
Yesterday we finally had one of those amazing Seattle Spring days, and we celebrated by doing hours and hours upon hours of yard work! (If you don't know, we bought our house from super gardeners, who seemingly wanted to spend at least half of every day doing yard work. I just do what I can and try not to kill anything, so I'm usually pretty thrilled when things grow back in the spring.) Oh, and we harvested our first batch of our own organic compost from our compost pile. Black gold anyone? Sorry, no photos of our yard. I'll try to take some this week- if I'm not too tired.