I hate cars. I hate everything that has to go with them. I actually don’t even enjoy driving. If it were not for the fact that we have to get out of the house or we’ll go crazy, I would never drive.
Many of you know that I have had my license since I was fourteen. Fourteen. That’s a ridiculous age to be driving a two ton vehicle. I can’t imagine when Porter, Jack, and Gus are each 14 and they want to start driving. Lord help me.
But, that’s not why I hate cars. I hate that when you buy one it depreciates in value the second you sit in it. I hate that they have to be fixed, and get oil changes and that when you need to fix them, the very honest folks at the service and parts department make it cost so much. I hate not knowing if they are taking advantage of me. I hate not knowing anything about a car to fix it myself. I even hate filling the car with gas and getting a car wash.
I hate cars.
We got a television in our bedroom. This has been a hotly contested issue with Tom and me, but, he gave in and we got one. Now, one of my most favorite times with the boys is in the morning. Tom goes to get the boys from their rooms and he brings them into the bed with me and we snuggle and watch our morning kids shows…
Porter and Jack are obsessed with balloons. So, Tom blew up a latex glove (because we don’t have balloons lying around) and Porter thought it was the coolest thing ever. He then started giving it “high fives”. He now calls it his “High Five Balloon.” He goes around giving it high fives and asking anyone around to do the same….weirdo.
So, the news is in. We’re having another boy! Although I am extremely excited for this new little bundle of joy to grace us with his presence, I am a tiny bit sad, and have to admit that I shed a few tears that we will not be having a girl in the family. As many of you know Tom and I have firmly decided that we can only physically, emotionally, and financially handle three kids…so we will be a family of three boys!
And, so that means, according to the contract that I signed, this baby will be named August. I will call him Auggie! Tom can call him Gus….
In other news, we’re going to an Open House at the Preschool tonight where I would like to send the boys. I have to go and stand in line for an hour to get a number for a chance to get in, but I’m going to do it anyway. Porter will go there for two mornings a week and Jack will go there for one morning a week.
Big things today in the Thor house!
Today we decided to go to the Mitchell Park Conservatory for a Lego Train Exhibit. “The Domes” are a conservatory and have an Arid Dome, a Tropical Dome and a Floral Show Dome that doubles as a rotating exhibit. Right now it has a train exhibit with lots of flowers and plants surrounding a train track and a pond. It was pretty neat and we are glad that we just happened upon it. Lots of the activities we do around town are things that we just happen upon. But the story actually lies before we left.
Porter was having a hard time getting ready, he doesn’t really want to do things on his own right now, but we’re trying to get him to be more independent. So, he was crying and I was getting frustrated and so we calmed down together – he’s really good at counting to ten and taking deep breaths. After he calmed down, he grabbed his blanket and said, “Mom, me wiping my blues away with my blankie.” Where he learned that, I don’t know…but he got a big hug after he said it!
I wonder why Jack refuses to nap longer than 1 1/2 hours. Especially yesterday, when we’re stuck inside due to 1) weather and 2)Tom took the van, along with the keys to the Subaru with him to work (by accident). So, not only is it -9 outside, I am also stuck inside trying to get a few projects done and Jack seems to think he only has to sleep for a mere 1 1/2 hours!
I painted the main floor bathroom yesterday. It was this very dark red wine color – nice color but it made the bathroom feel very small – so I painted it the same khaki color as the kitchen. When Porter woke up from his nap he said, “Me smell something. You painted. And he walked right into the bathroom and said, “This looks so nice mommy! Good job!” How cute.
Tom came home from work at 9:45 pm and said, “What did you do? Something smells.” I am pretty sure he wouldn’t notice anything different for a few days except that he does not like the smell of paint. When Tom works late for several days at a time or goes on a work trip he tends to come home to something that has been changed. Either a room as been painted, furniture moved around or there is something new in the house. You would think he would enjoy that since then he doesn’t have to do it, but he always warns me before he leaves to not touch anything. I guess my nesting instinct is setting in already.
A few months ago we were at the pet store and Porter was looking at the kittens. I told him that we couldn’t have one because I was allergic to cats. After a couple seconds he said, “When you dead I can have one.” And so I said, “When I’m dead and gone, you can have whatever you want.” Whenever he sees a cat now, he says, “When you dead mommy, I can have a kitty.”
Today we were sitting on the couch watching their two morning shows and Jack was climbing all over us. Porter said, “You drivin’ me crazy Jack.”
You only have 6 days left to vote for your favorite baby name. It looks like Gus and Claire are in the lead. Can’t wait to see what the final outcome is! We still haven’t decided how we are going to find out. Sometimes I don’t want to know…
We’re getting cabin fever here and have had about enough of the cold and snow. I think the boys are getting a little antsy to get outside but they can only stand in the freezing wind and snow for so long, then their eyelashes start freezing together and their noses burn. Oh to be in Mexico on a sandy beach right now!!!
Yesterday Tom was having trouble with the Subaru again and so the boys and I had to load up in the car last night and go and get him from work. Although I wasn’t upset about having to go and get him, I hate cars. I hate everything about them. I even hate when the gas light pings! Needless to say, I was not happy about the Subaru. And, in my fragile pregnant state I’ve been known to swear like a sailor. So I was sitting on the couch thinking about getting in the car and I said quietly to myself, “F***in’ Subaru”. Then when I was putting Porter into his car seat he said, “F***in’ Subaru”. Oops. I sure wasn’t expecting that one! I will now make sure that I refrain from using expletives while Porter is in the room.
On Saturday we were getting ready to trek – when I say trek – I mean drive 45 minutes away – to go and stock up on things at Costco. Before we left, Porter was going to the bathroom and Jack was pretending to help him. I went to get my shoes on and came back and found Jack loading bath toys into the toilet…. Then he said, “Guck, Bafff!!!” Which of course everyone would understand as, “Duck Bath.” How can you be mad???
Today there was a fly in the spare bedroom where we were building a fort and playing in the tent. I asked Porter to get it and he somehow caught it – I think it was already mostly dead – and held it in his hand, without even a hesitation that it might be a gross bug.
We have less than two weeks until we find out what the baby is – any suggestions on how to find out???? With Porter and Jack we had the tech write down the gender on a card and put it in a sealed envelope. We took that to Gap and picked out two going home outfits – one boy, one girl and asked them to wrap up the one that matched the card – we left while they did that so we were surprised – and then opened the box at dinner. It was fun! We haven’t really decided what to do this time. Can’t wait to find out though!
And by the way, WHO in the world is giving Tom more ammunition by voting for GUS?????
If you don’t know the story already – When Porter was born Tom really wanted to name him August and call him Gus. I however, had other plans and when Tom saw the gut wrenching pain I was in during labor, I got my way and we named him Porter. Then, Tom wanted to name Jack, Gus as well (He just won’t give up!). After Tom saw what I went through sans epidural this time around, he had no arguments when I wanted to name him Jack.
Well, in one of my crazy desires for a foot rub, I signed away the next child’s name – apparently I actually signed a paper and Tom has it posted in his office….crazy fool. If he thinks he is going to get his way after watching me go through labor again without any drugs he is seriously mistaken!
It’s not actually that I don’t like the name Gus, it’s actually growing on me quite nicely. I really just don’t want to give in to Tom after all this time! It’s the principle now! Shhhh…don’t tell him! He doesn’t read this anyway!
On another note – the baby is moving like crazy – lots of pokes and jabs! Love that feeling!
We’ve been working on teaching Jack all sorts of new words – one of the things he’s picked up on is the words for going to the bathroom. In fact, he will often sit on the toilet to go potty. Today we were at store where I was trying to find a pair of maternity jeans that didn’t make me look like crap, and he moved into a tiny corner of the play area, sat down on a chair and had a terribly painful look on his face….even though I knew what he was doing, I had to ask…
Me: “Jack, what are you doing?”
Jack: (Pointing to his bottom) “Poop.”
I cracked up – it was so funny! I think we might actually get Jack to be potty trained earlier than Porter! It would be nice to have only one child in diapers at a time! It might be wishful thinking, but we’ll see.