This Week

I always have the best laid plans of blog posts I’m going to write and pictures I’m going to post and then it’s 10:30 p.m. and I’m tired.Thirty minutes ago I made a list of lists I need to make. I’m hoping to feel more calm and organized by the end of the weekend. And maybe I’ll make a list of things for this blog as well. I have so many pictures I should put on here from the past few weeks.

You can read my two Real Moms post for the week here and here. Both are about being prego. Don’t worry I have plenty of Sonja content in the queue as well.

Today I worked from home for a couple hours before a doctor appointment and a dude showed up to start painting our house. Woo hoo!!! Kevin won’t die of crippling fear on the roof and our entire house will be painted in a week or so. We were hoping for one wall by the time the snow flies. I think I’m getting old because this excites me to no end.

And finally, here’s Sonja in her “sun hat.” Last weekend when it was 90+ in the shade she insisted on wearing this thing everywhere we went. Whatever…

 

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This week

In Real Moms this week I have two posts up. Read them, love them. Danielle, my St. Luke’s blog boss (and the rest of us) would love the traffic. There’s my shameless self-promotion plug:

I made an official baby announcement on the Real Moms finally. You can read it here.

And I’m trying hard to teach Sonja some responsibility. I don’t know how well it’s going, but I’m trying. You can read that post here.

On the homefront:

Kevin and I are currently embroiled in a battle over exterior house painting. It’s not pretty, the partially scraped east wall of our house or the arguments we’re having. We’re getting some professional estimates today and I’m guessing the sticker shock will convince Kevin he really can do it himself or the non-sticker shock will convince me we can afford someone else painting our house. We shall see… It would be super nice to not paint part of the exterior of our house every summer. Normal people don’t seem to do that. Whoever said we were normal?

Sonja and I are hitting the pool for the first time tonight. Woot! Rumor has it the water is freezing. I’m hoping the walk over there helps me break a massive sweat and I won’t freeze to death.

We survived our first dance recital last weekend. It was quite lovely and I’m the proudest mom in the whole world. I rarely shed parent tears, but dance recital got me! I’ve never gotten on a stage to do anything but graduate (which gave me near panic attacks that I would trip and fall on my face) and my 4-year-old already has a performance under her belt. Go Sonja! Not that she’ll never have stage fright or anything but this has to be good life skills we’re teaching here. I have pictures I need to post. It’s on my list… which is my answer to everything these days.