Since we spent the majority of our long weekend doing various projects around the house [read: Jesse attacked projects like there was no tomorrow and I tried to help when and where I could], by mid-afternoon on Memorial Day, we decided that enough was enough and we were going to go relax and enjoy a bonfire.
|fascinated by the chickens|
And enjoy it we did, and the company of course, but Jesse kept right on working and helped Betsy and Julia haul around some brush for firewood. Needless to say, by the time the brush had burned down to the perfect cooking conditions, we were all ready to sit and enjoy the fire, food, and company.
|Kayla trying to steal a bite of Fiona's marshmallow|
|Julia and Logan cooking|
Jesse was pretty proud of his gigantic s'more
We have discussed it before, but I think we are all starting to realize just how much trouble Lily and Fiona are going to get into in another couple of months when they're a little older. They are absolutely hilarious and adorable together, and decided they didn't need adults or the older kids and went to go play in the playhouse by themselves. Goobers.
Tonight, while Jesse was cutting the grass, he stopped the lawn mower and came over with his hands cupped together towards me. I gave him the warning of "if that's a big spider, I'm going to kick you," and he smirked at me and held out his hands to show Lily a toad. She has recently been obsessed with the book "Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?" which just so happens to have a picture of a frog in it and that is her favorite page, so she knew right what it was and excitedly yelled "FROOOOOOGGG!!!" Jesse and I agreed we would correct her on frog vs toad later, but her reaction was priceless. As the momma, I had to put on my big girl pants and touch the toad to show her it wouldn't hurt her and that she could touch it, too. No, I'm not afraid of frogs/toads and I don't find them gross. What I struggle with, and certain people can attest to this, is things either chasing me or jumping at me. Thus, my fear of crickets [you never know where those things are gonna jump]. I may or may not have squeaked a bit when the toad tried to jump out of Jesse's hands, but I survived.
|not wanting to touch it|
|but, absolutely fascinated by it|
Later on, I found a teeny, tiny, no bigger than my thumbnail toad and managed to catch it and then put it in Lily's outstretched hand. She thought it was cool for 0.5 seconds, then wanted it off. Once I explained that toads and frogs jump- her favorite- she wanted to watch it jump all over the yard. She would look at me quite concerned when it wasn't moving but as soon as it would jump, look at me with this face:
That's about it from here! This week has been kind of rough for me, physically. I just haven't felt good at all, and of course my allergies decided to kick in full force. Needless to say, I have had several sleepless nights and exhausting days, but we are all surviving! Is it naive of me to think that all my issues from pregnancy will evaporate the minute the baby is born? I'm hoping so..