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The dude peed in the potty twice today!  And twice in his pants on our leather chair, too!

The dudette got her tongue tie cut!  (Poor little kid.  She was very brave, though.)

In other news, I got four hours sleep total last night.  Not in one stretch.  Not by a long shot.

And the bear wants to know when we should have a third kid.

That little boy.  He melts my heart.  This morning we went to Gymboree.  His teacher gave each of the kids a Valentine.  One of those folded paper Valentines that kids give and get at school.  His had Snoopy and hearts on it.  She handed him that card and he held it like a little treasure.  He turned to me with his eyes wide and pointed to Snoopy and said "daw" and then held on to the card with both of his hands.  He carried it around for the rest of class touching Snoopy and even giving the card one of his funny little kisses at one point.  He absolutely loved the card, and it made him so happy.  My eyes were teary the whole time.  Why, why can't we keep that kind of innocence, sweetness, and sense of delight in the simplest things for all of our life?

The way I feel today must be the way some people feel about the Super Bowl.  What an exciting day!!!  Who's going to win? 

I'm mad at myself because I didn't realize that as Democrats abroad the bear and I both were eligible to vote today!  I thought we were supposed to vote in the Texas primary.  Anyway, we have to join Democrats abroad.  Ah, well.  Next time I guess.  I really don't know which of the two I like better any way.  I think I lean more towards Clinton for president because I think she might ask Obama to be her running mate, and I think they would make a fantastic joint ticket.  The bear and I are less sure that Obama would ask Clinton to be his running mate, or that she would accept if he did ask.  I really do like them both, for different reasons.  What strong candidates this year.

I was feeling a bit relaxed about the Republican side, since it looks like McCain may get the nomination.  I'm used to thinking that McCain isn't such a bad guy.  After all, he opposed Bush's tax cuts, right?  He had issues about the way Iraq was handled, right?  He cares about the environment, right?  THEN I read an article about his radical about-faces during this campaign.  Of course he's trying to appeal to the conservative voters, but he's warmongering as well.  He appears to be itching for a war with Iran (he sang, "bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran" to the tune of "Barbara Ann" as a joke?) and feels that we need to maintain a military presence in Iraq for a hundred years?  Plus he seems to changed his stand on the environment and on taxes?  Well, I'm going to start paying more attention to the Republican side of things too, because the blinders are off now.

Okay, I have to go get work done and stop thinking about politics.

Current (homemade) frozen food count:

Nine casseroles
Four types of pasta sauces
Half a chocolate cake
One and a half loaves of peach bread
A few dozen cookies, rapidly diminishing in number since I've discovered that you can eat them straight out of the freezer and they are just as delicious as when they have defrosted.

Not too bad, huh?  I need to make more casseroles especially, but I am running out of recipes that don't involve Velveeta cheese and about two dozen cans of various stuff.  I found one cookbook that had several casserole recipes with primarily fresh ingredients, but I've made the most appealing of those.  So now I have to do some more searching.

We also are working on stocking the freezer with frozen veggies and meals that the bear can make--frozen pizza and perogies, mostly.  He gets to choose those things.  I'm not going to freeze soups, because most of the soups I make nowadays are slow cooker recipes, and I think I'll still be able to put those together over the course of a morning and start the slow cooker by noon.

Evie's been bathed and groomed, and we have a cleaner starting tomorrow who will be coming on a weekly basis for the first few months.  (I love my husband so much.)  As of this time tomorrow (I hope), my house will feel a lot better.

The nursery's almost done.  We just need to hang the pictures and readjust the crib mattress to the highest setting.  Not that all that matters too much, as baby will sleep in a cradle in our room for the first couple months.  But still, we will get that done before baby comes.

Baby's head is down but not yet low enough to cause my OB to think that birth is imminent, despite the insane Braxton-Hicks contractions I get on a daily basis.  Hip and knee pain is nearing unbearable levels, making me wish this kid would come sooner rather than later, despite the fact that I know that I'm getting more sleep now than I will once the little dude comes.

Big dude is as cute as a bug these days.  It's going to be interesting to see how he reacts to this new sibling . . . . I'm nervous, I have to say.

Still not 100% on the boy name.  The bear is getting tired of my wavering.  I should just let him decide, like last time.  Of course, the bear doesn't think it matters because he thinks baby is a girl, but I'm so certain that it's a boy.  This name indecision just makes me more certain for some reason.

Saturday my mother-in-law returns to Canada from the US, and I'll breathe easier knowing that she's close by to come take care of B-man should I go into labour.  That's the update with my life these days.

I needed to clean house a bit today, and Tim was post-call, so he was home.  I asked him if he would take the dude and go fill up the car with gas and get us some coffee at Tim Hortons, so that I could do the mopping and bathroom cleaning dude-free.

So my two men headed off.  Lately, when we go to Tim Hortons, we've been getting the dude a Timbit (a donut hole, for those of you who haven't experienced one of the most important elements of Canadian culture).  Sometimes, when we have a nice server, he gets a free Timbit, but otherwise, we buy him one.  Today, Tim decided to get twenty Timbits so that he could bring some home to his hard-working wife. 

So Tim filled up the car and got the coffee and the box of Timbits.  He ate one Timbit himself, gave one to the dude, and then put the dude in his carseat and headed ack home.  It was a pretty day and Tim had the music on.  He was enjoying the drive so much that he missed the turn and ended up getting on the Expressway.  Since it was around four in the afternoon, he naturally got stuck in traffic.  But, as I said, he was enjoying the drive and the dude was being sweet in the backseat, so Tim didn't mind the long drive home.

He got home and looked at Benjamin for the first time.  And that's when he discovered why Benjamin had been so very sweet.  In his lap was the box of Timbits (I have to assume Tim put it down on the back seat originally).  In one hand was a whole Timbit.  With the other hand, he was shoving a half-eaten one into his mouth.  He looked as if he was about to barf.  In the box was one Timbit.  The dude ate sixteen and a half Timbits on the drive home.

Sigh . . .