Pics, Pools, NSA, Snipers, & Labor

This post is made up of random thoughts I've had recently. There is no rhyme or reason to why I put them together.

First, I figured the post needed pictures. Who cares if I didn't get the kids all cute today or if they are in the middle of lunch? So, I told Seara to smile - and this is what she did (picture, after picture, after picture):


Elijah followed suit:


I think we may need to work on the definition of 'smile'.

Speaking of the kids, we go swimming quite a bit in the complex pool. And, much to my dismay the kids have discovered that when they get out of the water, all the liquid drips off them right between their legs. So now they like to get in and out, and then stand by the pool, bent in half watching the water drip. The best part is watching people's faces as Elijah exclaims "Pee-pee!" and Seara congratulates herself "Go pee-pee in the toilet! Good girl, Seara!" What am I supposed to do?! Loudly announce that they are not urinating, it's just water?!

People in my ward are super intelligent. As in I can't think of a single woman I've met who doesn't have either a master's degree or a doctorate degree. I already wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed or the brightest crayon in the box, but dang. In this shed I think I'd be a wheelbarrow and in this box I'm probably puce. The funny thing about them being so intelligent is that half the ward works "for the government" in a "department that can't be named." Ooooooh, sneaky! Very exciting. When people tell you that do you ever just want to play spy and drive to their house early in the morning and secretly follow them to work? Me neither. The thought never crossed my mind. Obviously.


Okay, another random thing. This was so, so funny, but you have to visualize it. So, imagine this: we're driving home from the grocery store on Saturday evening. The sun is setting, so it's getting just a bit darker outside. And we're in the middle of a tsunami-like rainstorm. At the intersection right before the freeway there is a small island, and in the middle of that island I see a parked bike. Next to that bike is a man in his 30s with shoulder length hair and unkempt facial hair. He is wearing shorts, a wife-beater, and a bicycle helmet. And, in the middle of this storm, he is holding a ginormous super-soaker gun and spotting out cars to spray, like he is some kind of sniper. Luckily we weren't targeted and made it by him in the nick of time. (Phew! I don't know if our car could have handled the likes of a bicycle helmet wearing sniper!) Honestly, though. Do you just wonder? Oh the questions I would ask him if I had the guts to actually get within 20 feet of the man!

No baby yet. On Sunday I had three hours of progressively stronger contractions, about 5 minutes apart. Then suddenly they stopped for an hour. Then they came back and I had even harder contractions every 2-3 minutes for an hour. Then those stopped. And I haven't had much more than braxton-hicks since then. Lame. I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up! Speaking of Sunday - Father's Day - don't you think things like this make these holidays so much cooler:


(The cards especially help when dad makes his own Father's Day dinner and cleans everything up afterwards, all by himself. Poor dad! But I couldn't help it! I was in labor! Well, sort of.)

Okay, I said I'd try to post at least once before I have the baby. Here it is. My next one should be an announcement. Hopefully. Do you ever feel like you are going to be pregnant for the rest of your life?