It’s About Time for a Popsicle

There hasn’t been much going on around here besides the fact that we’re staying busy, keeping the house in tip-top shape for the showings (still) and wearing Jack out in some way shape or form every day.  We’re getting pretty excited for a few upcoming events… the fourth of July, which hopefully will entail a long weekend for E, followed by a couples shower, I am hosting along with a few other girls, for some good friends of ours (which I’m getting really excited about), and shortly after that Jack and I will be heading home for two weeks.  E is going to meet up with us the second week and we’re renting a beach house about a mile down the beach from my mom.  My brother and sister-in-law and their kids are planning on spending majority of the week with us, so we’re pretty psyched to have the fam together again… we haven’t seen them since December, so the time together is well overdue!  And of course, we’ll be seeing Toot’s as well, which we’re pretty excited about.

Jack has been a bit of a gigantic handful these days, but despite his ridiculous behavior some of the time, he still manages to keep us laughing and beside ourselves with his cuteness.  I’m pretty sure I’ve told you about his obsession with flies… he calls them bees.  Talks to them and follows them around calling, “Hi bee!  Hi bee!  Where bee going?  Bee hiding.”  Then when he finds one that’s still, on the window or the floor, he gets as close as possible and acts all sweet, leaning in for a hug.  Ridiculous, it’s so cute.  Then he’ll follow it up with, “Oh bee, you’re so cute!”  Pretty much everything is “so cute” these days and/or is babied, rocked, and hugged – forks, sandbox toys, a lamp, and of course Ralphie… oh, Ralphie, he’s so cute (kiss Ralphie on the nose, and hold him cheek to cheek).  Pitaful.

We talk to him about the baby quite a bit and I’m feeling like he’s getting tired of it these days.  If I ask him where the baby is or to say Hi to the baby, he used to pat my belly or hug my belly and say Hi… now he pats/pokes my boob and says, “BABY!”  Then he pokes my knee, “BABY!”  Or just about any part of my body besides my belly.  Yeah, he’s over it.

I think I may have finally moved past my obsession with all foods related to sugar.  The last week or so I can’t get enough hummus with de-lish pita chips, apples, strawberries, and blueberries… and “ice cream blueberries” (frozen blueberries – a favorite of Jack’s), and Breyer’s Pure Fruit Popsicles.  The baby is a big fan of the popsicles.   

Let’s see… we’re still on the hunt for a stroller.  After all of the advice I still wasn’t sure, but thought I was still leaning toward the Phil & Ted’s, so I went to a local store that carries them and checked it out.  And right off the bat I thought it would work, but the more it all sunk in, the less I felt comfortable with it.  There were just a few things that bothered me about that I just couldn’t get over.  That and overall, for the price, it wasn’t as nice as I expected.  Sooo… back to the drawing board.  I’ve been checking out the Bob Dualie (but seriously, the price is killing me) and the Valco Latitude (price is better but it’s not a jogger… and I’m not sure how smooth it would be for walking in the neighborhood).

Ok, so I better wrap this up… it’s quite the novel and I’m sure you’re all bored by now if you’re still reading.  One last thing!  I need some help.  We’re working on the name list… and we’re struggling.  Any ideas?