Happy Times Preschool

JaneClaire has been going to Happy Times Preschool for 2 years now. She goes on Tuesdays and Thursdays and stays for lunch. Today she was very chatty on our way home from school.

JC - We had to eat lunch in our classrooms today.
Me - Oh yeah? Why is that?
JC - Because the Sonrisers came today. They are old people who come to eat and talk about God and stuff. Sometimes a large man gets up and preaches. That means he isn't skinny. I say large because you remember you told me not to say fat because it might hurt people's feelings?
Me - Yep. That's right. The word fat can hurt people's feelings. It isn't very nice (at the same time I'm thinking "large" probably isn't the best word either!).
JC - Hey Mom? I'm ready for Rossin to get here. I can't wait to see what he looks like. Mom? Do you like Rossin?
Me - Yes! Of course I do! Why would you say that?
JC - Because you are always saying how being pregnant drives you crazy!! Does that mean Rossin drives you crazy too?
Me - *giggle* Rossin doesn't drive me crazy. I love him! I just have been pregnant for a very long time and I'm tired. It makes Mommy hurt and grumpy.
JC - Ok. Just as long as you aren't mad at my little brother.
JC - Hey Mom?
Me - Yes?
JC - I love you and I don't think you're large.

She's 4. And she's super smart. She's already learned to never call a pregnant woman "large".

33 weeks and ready to be done!

This morning I dropped JC off at preschool and heard the dreaded sound of the gas light ding. I hate pumping gas. I always try to weasel my way into making Andrew get it for me and it usually works. I knew I couldn't make it back home and was going to have to pump it myself. I drove to the nearest gas station which is close to my parents house. When I stepped out of the van I slipped and fell between the pump and my van. I landed half on my belly and arm, my ankle and knee scrubbed against the concrete. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, especially when you are as big around as you are tall. I stood up quickly thinking "Ahhhh, I hope nobody saw that!" And then I hear "Hey, what are you doing here?" I looked up to see my Dad driving up beside me. Then with a puzzled look he says "And why do you have dirt all over your belly?" Neat. I thought I had escaped explaining that I'm an over pregnant clutz. Luckily no Lamica was hurt during this accident. Rossin has been rolling around like nothing happened, while I have a few bruises and a skinned up ankle. Must be nice to be surrounded by all that fluid :) haha

Silas says.

Silas likes to look at my belly and talk about Baby Rossin. This is our convo from the other night.

"When Baby Rossin gets here I take him out and pinch him"
"Uhhh no Sir!"
"I bite Baby Rossin"
"No, we don't bite. We love Rossin and take care of him. If you bite, you will get a spanking!"
"I spank Baby Rossin!"
"No, Rossin is the baby. He won't get spankings."
"NO! I the baby!!!!"

Uh-oh. I can sense a problem here :)

By the way - today is day 1 of potty training Silas. So far he has had 3 accidents. Not looking well. Dear Lord, please give me strength and patience to get through this day!! :)