eventually I am going to post a picture or two.

I literally have a hundred pictures to post... vacation, birthday parties, fireworks. It seems like too many, so I am avoiding it all together. If my kids ever leave the house for a day or two, I will get caught up on the documentation.

Until then, here is the weekend report. We had a nasty 24-hour flu bug. The kids were sick during the week-- each on a different day. Ben apparently was up all night on Tuesday, but he never woke anyone else up. When I asked him why he didn't get me when he was throwing up, he said, "I made it to the toilet every time, so what were you going to do for me?" Hmm. I guess 8 year olds don't need their moms anymore.

Friday night was a beast for me. Aaron woke up early Saturday morning to play tennis. The boys let me sleep in and I felt like a new woman. We all headed to the pool in the afternoon. I still used my sick card and let Aaron play with the kids while I laid out in the sun. It was a fab way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

After we got home from the pool, we made lunch and then Aaron was struck down. I have never seen him throw up like that. I should have been sympathetic, but deep down, it was so nice to know he understood how I felt. I loved that he was sick. We spent the next few hours curled up on the couch-- watching one of the lamest movies ever. If you've seen Knowing and enjoyed it, we cannot be friends. It may have started with a good plot, but it was a waste of my Saturday night, flu or no flu. Curse Nicholas Cage. I could have spent that time posting pictures on my blog..

Sunday morning I gave my kids haircuts before their baths.. um, I mean, showers. Apparently, Ben and Luke are old enough to shower on their own. No more rubber duckies. I fed them and then headed to ward council. When I returned at noon, Aaron had yet to roll out of bed. So I loaded the kids up and took them to church solo. We only stayed for Sacrament meeting. When I told Zack that he wasn't going to nursery, he sobbed. Usually it's the other way around-- kids are begging to go home. Apparently Zack doesn't get much social life. We came home (Aaron had finally woken up by then, but just by a minute or two) and had a lazy Sunday night-- calling family, teaching Zack the "jingle bells, batman smells" song, and enjoying another great conversation at dinner....

Somehow the question was raised, "If you could chose any way to die, how would you go down?" Before anyone else could say a word, Zack announced that he would like to be shotten in the heart." Interesting. Ben wants to die in his old age (typical answer from the teacher's pet.) Luke wants to get smashed by a helicopter. I would like to be poisoned.. and Aaron would like to go down saving someone's life. I married such a hero.

And now it's Monday morning again. Unbelievable. The weeks are going by so fast.. and yet, I still have 4 months to go with this pregnancy. November seems far away. The boys have all felt the baby move... But Ben is by far the most excited. He has mentioned several times that he's not sure if the baby will EVER come out. It better come out, or else.

I've spent 100% of my free time cleaning. After 18 weeks of nausea, my house became completely disorganized. As soon as I got energy back, I started throwing everything away. I love getting rid of stuff. Our closets are all cleaned out. Toys, clothes, kitchen items have been donated to charity. The "nursery" is now empty.. and all the baby boy clothes have been washed and organized in their tiny little sizes. I cannot believe how much BOY STUFF I have. I only thing I need to buy is diapers for this kid.

My favorite show this summer, besides the Bachelorette of course, is CLEAN SWEEP with organizer Peter Walsh. I don't know which channel (maybe TLC.) It records on my DVR at 2 am or something. Anyway, they take two completely disastrous rooms in a house, gut them and hardly allow any of the STUFF back. It's a refreshing show and every time I watch it, I feel the need to throw a hundred things away. It's such an addicting compulsion... I just can't stop!

I feel a lot more compulsive with my time too, lately. Usually in the summer I relax about bed times and to-do lists, but I have been more scheduled than ever the past couple of months. I am typically in bed by 9 pm. Aaron has been playing a lot of sports recently and feels bad because he leaves after dinner. I don't care at all because we're all sleeping anyway. The kids are happier and I feel so much better after 10 hours of rest. I know that's a luxury I have to take advantage of.

I am waking up earlier and exercising more. I still love my old college video tapes, Slim in Six. But just because I have been more active, doesn't mean I am slim by any means. I am large and in charge. I hate those girls who grow a little basketball in nine months and then all of the sudden, they pop the baby out. That has never been me. I get big everywhere-- hips, back, legs, face... so even though people say, "you hardly look pregnant" that doesn't mean I don't look fat. Either way, I am thrilled to be expecting a baby. Last night, while making dinner, Aaron started singing a song dedicated to me.. It went a little like this, "Because you're once----- Twice----- Three times the size of a normal Lady-----" I should have punched him in his package, but I laughed instead. I know he's joking. He better be joking.

And here my journal entry ends. My kids have been begging me to play Hullabaloo with them. Okay, already. Isn't it odd? They don't need me in the middle of the night when they are throwing up, but for some reason, they NEED me to step on colored shapes with them and dance around like a lunatic. Kids can be so confusing sometimes.