Weird Science

Happy Friday to all! I apologize for not writing sooner--Jer, I'm hearing your voice in my head right now. But, nothing much has changed since the last time we wrote! Well...I guess that's not true. You can't see me! I'm currently sitting an extra 10 inches away from the key board. Why? you ask. I believe in a matter of one week my belly has grown to the point of no return. Maybe it's the fact that the baby and I had a very bountiful Thanksgiving? I don't know. But, I feel as though my belly is now officially a member of the weird science club. And I certainly think my feet have joined, too (peer pressure stinks). Again, why? you ask. I simply can not see them. Thus, they have not been receiving the much needed (and I think, well-deserved) attention from my upper half like they used to. I'm pretty sure I need to recruit my wonderful, caring, kind and feet-loving (he hates feet) husband to help me out in that department. We don't generally give gifts to each other for Christmas, but I've insisted on changing those rules this year as I am in definite need of a pedicure! I'm sure at this point, you're envisioning green, hairy, and very smelly feet (and if you weren't before, now you are). I assure you, that's not the case. But, I can tell you this much. It's not pretty. I've also asked asked for a package of short socks, too. Am I greedy or what?! In my defense, though, I can not bend over to put my stinkin' (no pun intended) socks on! This weekend I may have to bite the bullet and get some for myself as John's not readily available until Tuesday to put my socks on for me. And really, cutting my toe nails and putting my socks on for me probably aren't activities that strengthen our bond as a married couple. Ya know what I mean? On that note...hope you all had a blessed Thanksgiving. I'll be writing soon!

P.S. I have to tell this quick Thanksgiving story:
Imagine 19 adults and seven children under the ages of 6 together for four days (and nights) in one home. Then imagine six of these children running a circle around the kitchen table where the adults are with the bellies of their shirts stuffed with miscellaneous items from the stuffed animal toy box. Okay, now picture one tiny hand up in the air, fist shaking in delight, while the other holding their various stuffed toys in their shirts, their mouths wide open, each of them yelling loudly, "I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant" while constantly giggling at the same time! And the punch line is, Grandma Mary (God bless you, Mary) intervened after hearing this and the chaos stopped only momentarily while she spoke, "why don't we instead say, 'I'm so precious, I'm so precious, I'm so precious'. A few seconds later, we heard again, "I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant..." Oh, gosh. Forgive me, Mary, but I could not stop laughing for the life of me. All I can say is I wish we had a video camera. The kids won't remember it, but I know I will. Brightens my day just to think of it now!