Guilty Conscience

So yesterday, we were sitting on the couch together, Matthew and I, and I was snoozing when I realized that there was a movie starting and hey, it has Harrison Ford in it and it’s a romantic comedy, which is nice but definitely not standard viewing fare when Matthew has the remote.

And then I noticed that Harrison Ford was repairing a plane. And there was plane flying footage that followed.

“Wait a sec, you’re watching this for the plane!”

To which Matthew replied with a very guilty look, “Yes.”

And Whatnot

Rebecca lost her first two teeth within a week of each other. The first she dropped down the stairs, so I spent the evening looking for it. She is quite pleased with her tooth fairy income.

Marcus is reading books on his own, asks a million questions a minute, and has been making steady progress in his handwriting. His printing, I fear, is a lost cause.

Matthew has been working from home for the last two months. He built a deck onto the shed, unclogged the bathtub drain, and is my hero.

I am pregnant, and due on 7 September. If there is anything I haven’t done in the last two months (and I know that there are many things, like sending out holiday cards), my sincere apologies. I have spent the last two months sleeping a minimum of 12 hours per day, because when I was pregnant with Rebecca, I didn’t and I ended up with daily migraines. I don’t plan on repeating that experience even if I’m erring on the side of sleeping too much as opposed to not enough.

Good Idea, Bad Idea

Good idea: Telling your husband the house is on fire.

Bad idea: Telling your husband the house is on fire when you’re asleep and dreaming that the house is on fire.

Shouting “Matthew, there’s smoke coming from the…” and then suddenly waking up is not conducive to a stress-free morning.

The house was very much _not_ on fire. Lucid dreams suck.