Funnies

Well, I'm officially tired of being pregnant. I really don't like to complain about it because I'm grateful and blessed in so many ways. But I'm at the part where it really stinks. So there's my gripe for the day.

Speaking of pregnancy stuff, here are my funny stories from recently. We were cleaning up around the house one day and out of the blue Ian goes, "Mama, you're pretty fat, but I still love you." Then the other day at church Ian said, "What if baby Paige were growing in your knees instead of your tummy?" Then he just stopped and giggled as he thought about that. Then he said, "I'll bet your glad that she's not in your knees because they would just keep getting bigger and bigger and then everyone would laugh at you." I'd never ever thought about it before, but as uncomfortable as I am right now, I'm sure if she were in my knees it would be much worse. And yes, people might laugh at me. :) I also went to the store the other day with Cory and the lady who was ringing us up was asking about the pregnancy. Of course her first questions was "When are you due?" When I told her and she realized how much farther I had to go she said, in a surprised tone, "Oh....." and then she paused and then with some surprise mixed with realization said, "Oh my....." and finally again, this time with sympathy, "Oh." What can you say to that? Yes I'm pregnant, yes I'm huge, what can I do about it? But thanks for noticing!!!

Oh well, this happens every time. I'm a magnet for crazy comments. I guess I'm getting used to it. :)

Since this post has dealt quite a bit with Ian, I'll fill you in on a few of his antics. Did you know that if you poke a pop-tart with an ink pen it will make a perfect round hole in them? The pop-tart won't break in pieces, it will just be "holey". Did you know that if you try in on more than one pop-tart the same thing happens. No matter how many pop-tarts you poke, the same thing will happen. If you didn't know this, just ask Ian about it. He knows, because he tried it. And left is random pop-tarts laying around the house. Silly rascal. He also took apart the drains in the kitchen sink and then lost the pieces. We found the pieces for one of them, but somehow he managed to mess it up anyway and when we'd put it in the sink it would suction itself to the drain and we'd have to pry it out with a butter knife. And it didn't come up without a fight. He also used a whole thing of dental floss to booby-trap his room. It was wrapped from the bed to the rocking chair to the dresser, back to the bed, all over the dresser, over the closet and the nightstand, back to the dresser and over to the bed again. There was a lot of dental floss. A lot. It's just lucky that Cory and I found it. I just happened that Cory's parents were staying with us that night and Russell was supposed to be sleeping in Ian's room. I'm afraid the dental floss might have gotten the better of him.

They're little things, though, and I can laugh about them. I just wonder what in the world I'd do if there were more of him. :)