T minus 5 days

well, the date is set and the countdown is on. i just sharpied in baby pettijohn's induction day on our family calendar. if you know me at all, i look for any reason to update our family calendar with a brightly colored non-toxic thinline sharpie. it's on like donkey kong.

we saw dr s this morning and she said we're almost to 4 cm and she did NOT stir things up this time. her reasoning? she's headed to the UT game this weekend and didn't want to miss anything :) she's a good woman. it actually worked out well because i was stressing out about the weekend and the potential baby having and i just feel so much better about having a date set for later in the week. i guess i'm officially one of those people that all the hard-core baby birthing mothers are disgusted by. forgive me for loving the convenience of knowing when your baby is coming. if being a planner is wrong, i don't wanna be right.

and so i came home and made my list of things to do before thursday...

- do a huge grocery shop so that the fruit bowl is full and the pantry is stocked with plenty of "crackas" for the big brother...his world may be about to be turned upside down, but i think he'll be ok with it as long as there are rice cakes and pretzels within reach.

- wash & fold the last load of baby laundry. i have forgotten how mini-itty-bitty-tiny they are.

- finish owen's baby book. ha. yeah right. i have the last 3 months to fill in as well as an "owen's 1st year" shutterfly album that is 35% pieced together somewhere in cyberspace. mark my words...i WILL finish them. before he graduates.

- clean every surface of my house one last time. my crazy lunatic magda cleaning skills kicked in after i got out of the shower this morning at 6. i deep cleaned our bathroom, which gave mike the subtle awakening aroma of harsh bathroom chemicals. who needs folgers when you have tilex?

- pack my hospital bag. i know, i know. it's shameful that i still haven't done it.

- iron. bleck. now instead of 3 pairs of pants, i have SIX in my stack. and many, many shirts. FISHING shirts, no less. i've told myself that if i iron ALL of this before the baby comes, then i can give myself a month {or two} of taking mike's ironing to the cleaners after the baby comes. for some reason, i have some kind of personal mission statement that states that i need to be the one to lovingly iron all of my husband's threads for work. it makes me feel like i'm contributing to my family in more ways than just cleaning and childcare :) i will most likely be up until 1 am the night before we're induced ironing like a mad woman. 

- spend some good quality time with owen. this one may be listed last, but it's really top on my list.

and the list goes on...

the big brother and i spent some time running errands yesterday - one of which included getting a few fall clothing items for him...assuming fall ever comes this year. i can't believe my little guy is wearing "big boy clothes". stop growing, owen!

he's doing fun and new things every single day and we recently discovered that he's an OKRA LOVIN' FOOL. i bought frozen okra the other day, boiled it, added some season all and the kid would have eaten the WHOLE bag if we'd let him. okra? really? this coming from the same kid that spit his bite of brownie that i shared with him onto the floor. huh? are you even my child? says the woman that just had an afternoon snack of apple jacks. apple jacks? really? why do we even HAVE apple jacks in our pantry? because i'm pregnant and have officially entered the stage where i just wander the aisles of HEB looking for things that look delicious at the time. which is dangerous when it's paired with the appetite of a thousand hungry, hairy lumberjacks. and i think i just said lumberjacks because it rhymes with apple jacks.

yesterday i had a weak moment at the dollar store and bought a bag of red vines. which i then proceeded to eat all but THREE of. why didn't i just eat the last 3, you ask? because i made myself throw them in the trashcan becuase i was so disgusted by my lack of self control. sadness is: when you have to skip lunch because you ate a bag of red vines...all while your son was signing "more" for more celery sticks. rub it in, owen.

today owen showed me first hand that,YES a yardstick can indeed go in the toilet.

he and mike have been watching pre-season foot ball and mike taught owen how to say, "TOUCHDOWN!" and to raise his little hands when he does it. he's a PRO at it and now does it all. the. time.  now we are ready for some texan's football!

you know what i'm ready for? to see my waistline. and pants with a waistband.

but preferably pants that don't need to be ironed.

ever.