Andy & Jessica

“I love Daddy and you, but I love you more.  I’m on team Mommy!”

Today has been a total disaster.  Jude asked me to toast him a bagel when I should have been heading out the door to catch my bus.  I hurriedly threw the bagel in the toaster and grabbed my 30 pound work bag stuffed so full of paper and a plastic Ziploc container of lasagna for my lunch that I couldn’t even zip my bag shut.  Jude ran with me barefooted to the bus stop.  Miraculously, we got there before the bus did and I got a good-bye hug from Jude.  But, no sooner than the bus pulled away from the stop with me on it that either my bulging stomach, over-stuffed bag, or the jerking bus ride caused me and my over-stuffed bag to end up on the dirty bus floor.  I lifted my big body off the bus floor and sat down in a seat behind some of the crowd who had watched me fall only before I realized my frozen lasagna managed to throw itself out of the container and slide away.  I collected the frozen chunk of lasagna, the container that it previously had been in and the lid that failed to keep it secured and contemplated for 10 minutes of the ride what to do with it.  Too dirty to eat, I finally decided.  I ditched it at the nearest garbage can, container and all, when I exited the bus.  I needed a lighter load with my skinned up knee anyway.  Then I got to work and realized that I am without my wallet, which contains my passcard to get into work, along with money to think about buying a lunch that I know I’m too cheap to buy anyway.  Yogurt and cheese from the fridge that I brought in last week will have to do.  Then I hear from Andy that he dropped Jude off at Stages theater camp and was the only kid who hadn’t packed a lunch.  Can’t say I didn’t see that one coming.  I had scoured their website and informational flyer for info about whether he needed to bring a lunch.  I took the silence as confirmation that no lunch was needed, but called to confirm and no one had returned my call.  I suppose this means that things can only go up from here, right?

It’s been a busy summer thus far.  The boys have been able to try lots of new things, along with the old standbys.  Here is what they have been up to:

Monday – ukulele (Jude); karate (Levi)

Tuesday – karate (Jude); t-ball (Levi)

Wednesday – karate (Jude & Levi); pitch by coach (Jude)

Thursday – karate (Jude); t-ball (Levi)

Friday – karate (Levi)

Saturday – karate (Jude and Levi); swimming (Jude, Levi & Asher)

Sunday – lacrosse (Jude and Levi)

Jude’s also been in several half-day week long camps (e.g., Survivor camp; track camp; Lego ev3 engineering camp; fencing camp).  He still has several other week long camps to look forward to including Stages theater camp, Lego robotics camp, chess camp, and engineering camp).  He’ll also start tennis lessons later this summer.

I love letting the boys try new things.  They are eager to try new things and practically fearless.  I can only assume that doing such a wide range of activities has given them the supreme confidence that will serve them well in the future.

“My dad said that if you drink too much lemonade, you turn into a lemon and that he would squeeze you.”

“Stop talking, Levi.  Let me tell you something.  Jesus is God.”

To me about our sometimes earlier bedtime now that I’m pregnant:  “Why do we have to go to bed at 9 like normal people?  I thought you said you hate normal.  Huh?  Huh?  Huh?

To me:  “So, if I trip you, your tummy will crack open and then the baby will come out?”

“Sometimes when I eat ice cream or I don’t eat ice cream, I get hiccups.”

To some random lady walking in the karate parking lot about me: “There’s a baby in her.  That sticking out thing is a baby.”

To me:  “Did you know that sometimes I go potty and don’t wash my hands?”