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There is a reason my blog is called Stuff and Nonsense. Don't get mad at me... you clicked it!

--Today I finally called the pediatrician who I've been thinking of switching to. I only got the number from a friend like... 3 months ago or something. Anyway, she is taking new patients and takes our insurance. We've used the same amazing ped practice since I became a civilian when Jessi was a tiny baby but his office is in Va Beach. That was far enough when we lived in Hampton, but now in N.N., it is prohibitively far. The kids are SOOOO behind on well-child checks (although I figure I can tell if they are well or not), but with a new baby coming, I figured I did need to find a local Doctor that I will actually go to, you know? Anyway, this Ped practice is very "natural family" friendly, in fact your first new baby appointment, even before the two week check up with the Dr., is with their lactation consultant. She also has a reputation for not freaking out if you don't vax on schedule, which will be handy. And, she is not 45 minutes away through bridge/tunnel traffic, that is the biggest plus of all. So it took 30 minutes on the phone to get the kids into the system and schedule new patient/well-child checks for them all, but that is done.
--I was planning to call the violin teacher and interview her/ make arrangements for a visit, but am still hoping for a little more feedback in all the places I've posted.
--I sewed on the kids' badges for Rainbows and Rangers.. although I think I may be missing some for Jessi. The teacher told me once that they should have 19 badges when they finish, and I only have 15, unless they are counting the club patch and the Rainbow patch, which is 17, but still, they are on their last badge before graduation, so I would still be missing one. I know Jessi has earned them all, but I was SO behind that I sewed on 5 just today and there could easily be some lost.
--We took Jeff in to work and then went and picked him up (he's working partial days again post surgery) and stopped at a thrift store to check the price on a bookcase they have outside. I was thinking $15-20. Ha. The guy claims it's solid oak and it's $80. Well... if it's solid oak and worth $80, he needs to strip the 23 layers of white paint off of it so it will look like it!
--We played outside for a bit, how lazy am I? I got one of those battery operated bubble blower wands so I can sit my fat pregnant self in the shade and with a push of the button generate 100's of bubbles. Seriously, the other week they wanted bubbles and I got light headed trying to blow that much. There is not much lung room left in there. When they were done with that, I turned on the sprinkler and pretended like I minded that I got wet.
--I cut off a pair of jeans that Joey had completely split the knee on and hemmed them for shorts. They were way too short anyway and made the boy look like he was going crabbing, so they are better as shorts. That child is so big. I can't keep him in clothes. Most of his pants are too short, not only in length but sit low on his waist, and most of his shirts are too short also, so there is frequently a good amount of Joey showing around the middle. Unfortunately, we were given a large quantity of underwear (new) for him and it is a tiny bit large. You are getting the picture, aren't you? the shirt rides high, the pants ride low, and all around the underpants show. Hey, that rhymes. I'm so clever. Anyway, we are just going to have to deal with it until it's time for new fall clothes. I think I'll just pin his shirts to his pants and tell him he can't raise his arms under any circumstances.
--I made a master list of all the half earned badges Joey has for Ranger Kids so he can finish those badges before we get out for the summer.
I made (and explained to him) a family tree for one of the badges. My dad would turn 104 this year. Isn't that crazy? To me it seems normal, but then I grew up with it. It just seemed funny putting all the grandparents' birth years down, 1947, 1946, 1940, 1904... I bet Joey's Ranger Commander will think it's a typo.
--Oh, thanks to my frozen meals, we had dinner tonight. Last night, no lie, and I'm woman enough to admit this out loud, we had pudding for dinner. It was layers of chocolate and vanilla, and made with real milk, but still it was pudding. Don't roll your eyes at me. If I posted that I had a girls night out and Jeff had fed the kids pudding for supper, we would all chuckle indulgently and declare that one night of pudding wouldn't hurt. So chuckle already.

Funny stuff:
Joey wanted to discuss baby names for BabyJ, I told him the boy name and some of the possible girl names. In all seriousness he said, "Mom, actually, I was thinking something more like 'Dinosaur'." I, in all seriousness told him that "dinosaur" was not acceptable because it doesn't start with J and we can't mess up the Christmas cards. He replied, "Well, how about 'Jinosaur'?" Hmmm. I had to think fast to try and get out of THAT one. But Jessi, dear Jessi, she saved the day. She informed him that that was a CRAZY name and we should of course, name the baby "Jelly", you must understand that she doesn't even LIKE jelly (texture issue), but still, somehow this was a much less crazy name than "Jinosaur." With my lightening like mental reflexes, I told them that we would not be naming the baby "Jelly", however, they could CALL the baby Jelly and that would be its nickname.

More funny stuff:
I'm having a lot of trouble with my pelvis this pregnancy as it has been trying to separate since about 25 weeks or so. Some days it is really bad and not only painful, but I truly can't walk. The other day I was walking through the house and something "went out" and I couldn't put any weight on my left leg. I stood there and experimented for a while, and said outloud, "Oh dear, I can't walk". The only person in hearing distance was Joy, who looked up from her coloring and said, "Mommy can't walk? Oh Mommy...." then very excitedly she thought of a solution and said, "Mommy RUN!". Very sweet and all, but still not too useful. My continued lack of locomotion cemented for her the notion that mommy was indeed in a bad way, so she proceeded to demonstrate. "Like this mommy." ("wike dis mommy") and she got up from her playing, and in slow motion, "ran" across the room and sticking her little hiney out, showed me how to "Sit down" in my chair. It was classic I tell you, just classic. Such caring and problem solving from a 2 year old.
So with that sage advice I'll close for today - if you can't walk, well then, just RUN!