...Which is why I was concerned when I heard it ring at 3am this morning and both Henry and my husband were snoring next to me. I listened for the sound that had woken me up and heard another rustle of the bell. Then another.
"Jon?"
*snore*
"
Jon."
*snort*... silence... Jon tensed up, "What is it?"
I explained what I had heard and that Henry was asleep next to me (as if his blissful snores weren't enough evidence). We had a quick, whispered conversation. Jon volunteered that it might have been an earthquake (these things happen out here), but I could tell he wasn't about to go back to sleep. He leaned over and I heard a round chamber. He slowly (too slowly for my adrenaline-induced brain) got up and almost as slowly walked out into the hallway. I pulled the covers up to my chin and prayed it was an earthquake. I could hear Jon walking around, checking rooms.
Meanwhile, Henry got up and sleepily walked over to see what Jon was doing. He stayed in the hallway, "investigating", for 20 seconds, then waltzed back in and streeeetched lazily before jumping onto his bed and settling down to fall back asleep. Useless dog.
Finally, I heard the back door being checked (it sounded locked) and lights going on. Jon came back in and everything was fine. I felt guilty. I also had to pee. Jon accompanied me to the bathroom. We talked. I apologized. I blamed the earthquake. Jon volunteered that I may have been hearing things, but neither of us could get to sleep for a while, so Jon read the manual on our alarm system, which will now be used.
This is not a far cry from the nights in college when we would call Megan's then-boyfriend to walk through the house with a butcher knife to make sure all the axe-murders were somewhere else. That's what good men do. They humor the women who are certain they heard something and who scare the crap out of their men. That's what makes them good men. Also, that's what makes the women feel a little guilty and blame it on an earthquake.
I made Jon pancakes this morning. He deserved it.
We're watching a friend's dog for the weekend. So last night, it was me and three snoring boys. I think if Nate wasn't receiving all his oxygen from me, he would have snored, too.
My physical therapist said if the muscles in my hip/leg don't chill out, she's going to have to order a maternity belt for me (think: girdle). This was Jon's solution. Tie the dog's leash under my belly. Thanks, Honey.
Dear Wusthof, you exceed my pessimistic expectations. I will remain faithful in return. Brand loyalty status achieved.
I finally finished the first quilt for the boy child. I have to say, I am very pleased with this one. I made mistakes, but I'm probably the only person who'll notice. I love the manly colors with a bit of little boy softness. It looks like a serious circus.
I can't wait to wrap up my sweet baby in it and kiss his tiny nose. Henry also is ready for him to arrive. He needs a little boy to play with him.
Look at the garden we made! We dug up the nasty grass, cracked the sprinkler pipe, fixed the sprinkler pipe (Home Depot stocks instant fix-it kits! Who knew?), built a wall with stone (muscle flex) and filled it up with dirt and tomatoes and zucchinis and rosemary and basil and marigolds and green onions and flowers. I hope it works.
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We squeezed lemons yesterday into this bowl with the help of our automatic juicer. I'm going to make fresh lemonade. Yum. Also I made scones, but I've already shown pictures of those before, along with the recipe.
Last night and today I made an elephant. This is the first baby item I've made for our little boy and I love those big puffy ears. Never mind that real elephant ears are not puffy. The boy child will not know any better. The elephant is sitting in my lavender, which is about to bloom. Now the elephant smells like lavender. Which is girlie. But the elephant will get over it before the boy child comes around.
This is the view from my face. The bump grows. This is my favorite made thing.
