Between 7:15-7:30. Magic time.

So my beautiful Maggie must go to bed in this 15 minute span.  I've decided this based on some very scientific evidence.

• She will not wake till 3 a.m. or so to eat, therefore sleeping until I have to wake her up at 6:30.
• If she goes to bed before or after this, she wakes up around 1 a.m. or earlier to eat, then again around 4:30, and decides it's morning and stays up, only to pass out around 630 when she should be up.
• I enjoy not being up at 4:30.
• PJ will usually sleep till I wake him.

Okay!  So that's that.

So, it's been brought to our attention that we are inheriting a decent sum of money from my FIL.  He made sure his children and grandchildren would receive the fruits of his hard work over the years.  We also know he'd be ecstatic to know that he helped us purchase the home we're going to raise our family in.  So it looks like we will hopefully be looking to move sometime later this year. A few things need to be done to our house so it is sellable, so we're hoping by summertime we'll get the ball rolling.  Of course, we have to settle all the affairs with FIL's stuff first, and actually get what we're entitled to based on his wishes.  But we assume that will be taken care of in the next month.

PJ now puts himself in timeout.  We simply say "timeout" and he goes and sits on the stairs.  I am not sure how effective it is when he's cracking up and smiling the whole time, but hey at least he stays in timeout.  He's testing his boundaries big time.  Spitting out his drinks, climbing on stuff he knows he shouldn't.  And then's there the tantrum.  Which basically consists of him throwing himself to the floor and laying there.  No crying, no screaming, just laying there.  Pretty good tantrum!

Maggie is still just gorgeous.  I look her and I don't understand how I produced such a beautiful little girl.

Such is life. :)

Maggie is on her way.

So it's official.   Maggie will be here in approximately 12 weeks.   I am sure she won't be early like her big brother -- not sure why, I just have this feeling.  So I am going to have a daughter.   It's so weird to say that.  Shifting gears seems weird.  For the past, well 19 months I've been in boy mode.  Boy clothes, boy toys, boy nicknames, boy, boy, boy.   Now I have to deal with a husband who's "reading up on guns" so in 16 years when "she has boys come over I'll be ready."  Sigh.

This is the hottest summer since 1995.  I am not making this up.  It's weather fact.   I knew it would be -- well not the hottest since 1995, persay, but fucking hot -- because I get to be pregnant for the ENTIRE SUMMER.  From the moment it starts to the moment it ends.   Everyone keeps saying how it will be nice because when Mags is BORN it will be cooler out.  Um, I am going to be in a HOSPITAL when she is born.  With AIR CONDITIONING.  I don't give a flying fuck if it is 110 degrees out the day she is born I am not delivering in a field.  So how does this HELP me?  It doesn't, so please just shut the fuck up.  And I am sure if by some ridiculous twist of fate there is a terrible storm and the power goes out everywhere else in the state of Illinois, all of the hospitals will STILL have power, thus STILL having air conditioning.

So anyway.   My little Maggaroo is coming.   I am predicting October 19.  I plan to stop working October 13 (that's a Wednesday, nice short week to end my stay). 

PJ is STILL in the throwing stage.  Which SUCKS.  He'll throw anything and everything, especially food, and it just SUCKS.  Because he cries when you put him in time out, and I am not entirely sure he has any idea why he's in time out, but so be it.  He's still fucking adorable, and can now get on and off the couch without any assistance whatsoever.  Which is kind of good, because I don't really have to worry about him falling OFF the couch anymore, but bad because I am sure eventually he's going to try climbing up the back of the couch.

Ahh, toddlers.

I love you my happiness.  Both of you. ;)