So...Yeah.

I feel like it's been awhile since I've blogged. Which makes me feel like I should have something to blog about. However, I don't. We have done nothing new or exciting here lately. It's just life as usual around here.

I have been asked a lot about baby #3, and have been thinking a lot about baby #3, and think some day I'll get around to writing a post about baby #3 and all my thoughts about it, but today is not that day because it's rainy and chilly, and I am too tired as I was out too late last night (silly Pampered Chef parties), and my thoughts aren't cohesive enough for my own head, let alone the blogosphere.

So, until either I get those thoughts down and posted here, or until something a little more exciting happens, here is a picture I took a few weeks ago when it was sunny. The boys and I were playing in the yard, I had to go inside for something, and when I came back out, this is how I found them...

This is one of those many moments where I wish I could either 1)understand what they're saying when they talk to each other - or talk in general even though that is getting MUCH better, or 2)read their minds. I can almost hear Zeke saying, "Now, you see this rock, Deacon? This, this is a good rock. A solid rock. Come closer and look at this good rock. Now, the rock in your hands is okay too, but this rock here, this is a good rock." And judging my the look on what we can see of Deacon's face, I imagine he's thinking, "Is this guy for real? It's a rock. Why is his arm around me? That makes me a little uncomfortable. I wonder how much he'd like it if I hit him in the head with my rock. Maybe then he'd realize my rock is just as good as his."

What do you think?

He Has His Father's "Jeans"

The handsome lad pictured here...

is SO his father's child, and I am afraid I will have the same issues with clothing that Josh's mom had with Josh. Here's the thing - Zeke is so tall that he has to wear 4T sized pants so they cover all of his legs. Not a big deal in and of itself. HOWEVER, Zeke is so skinny that the 4T pants he wears have a hard time staying up around his waist. I guess I'll have to learn her "elastic in the back of the pants" trick after all.

This Almost Seems Mean

So, I have a few friends who are currently pregnant. Some of these friends have been posting pictures of their bellies on their blogs. I love this. I think baby bellies are beautiful, and so, in the spirit of sharing, I have decided to post some belly pictures as well...

Check out that belly! I know it's the pajamas that make his gut look big, but wow. And he's clearly not a fat kid. It's all right there in his belly. How about if we take another look, maybe a bit closer....

Whoa. His shirt can't even compete with it. Deacon's belly is a force to be reckoned with, or something like that. Sweet boy. Here he is, a fantastic eater (I wish Zeke would take lessons), with a sweet and happy disposition, and here I am, his mother, making fun of him. Shame on me. How about if we look at it this way: I LOVE that boy and his belly, the belly makes me happy, and I just want to share some of my "little" bits of happiness with you, my dear friends. There, that sounds much better.

Well, That Was...Efficient

I took Deacon to his 24 month well-baby exam Thursday. It was...interesting. Apparently, they set aside this one hour or so every week, maybe, for this exact purpose. So, at 8:45 when the appointment was for, a soldier comes out from the back and starts "The Briefing". She started by directing us all to strip our 24 monthers down to their diapers while she briefed us, then went on to say things like, "No more bottles, only this much milk, only this juice, wait for them to be ready to potty train, I'm not going to tell you how to discipline your kids but..." and so on. As soon as she was finished, she went back behind the doors and then all these other ladies came out and started calling kids names like rapid fire. We were ushered back, Deacon was weighed (just over 28lbs) and measured (just under 35") as I answered questions, he was given a free book (very cool), then we were sent to another room to wait for the first available doctor as another child was entering the room we left to have his measurements taken. The doctor then came in, looked him over for about five minutes and pronounced us good to go. And just like that, we were done. Very efficient.

All the while, and this is very cool, Zeke was in "Teddy's Watch". Teddy's Watch is a child care facility IN the hospital. IN THE HOSPITAL. So, if I ever have an appointment for myself, or whenever I need to make one for either boy, I can set up an appointment for the boys with Teddy Watch, and they can hang out there, for free, while other things are taken care of. It's really fabulous.

In other quick new, I FINALLY got my Alaska driver's license yesterday. I know, right. I was there a whole 3 months ago failing the test, and it took me until yesterday to get back and get it done. But it's done. And now, so's this post.