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 | weekend over |
How you spent the weekend, if you are my Not Yet Ready To Be Born Baby: kicking and grooving and hiccupping, and possibly outgrowing your living quarters.
How you spent the weekend, if you are me: Organizing! Recycling! Throwing stuff away! And I’m not even close to done, though I may give up very very soon. Even if it is fun to make Dane check out the newly-organized hall closet shelves just to hear him say: “Behold, the power of nesting.”
And then there was Owen, who, watching me scrub the walls, proclaimed: “It’s magic! There are no more crayon marks!”
Ah, yes. But was it magic that caused the walls to be clean, or magic that caused me to clean them?
Magic doesn’t need any explanation!
I think it’s the magic that got that critter in there in the first place. I’m still not really sure how babies happen.
And I’ve never been pregnant enough to nest. Maybe next time.
Yeah for nesting! The best kind of magic there is.
I missed out on the nesting thing, I’m destined to be a lazy housewife.
I was hoping to come back and see a photo of a spanking new baby but probably not as much as you hoping you actually had one. But it sounds like your time is being used vary wisely. I might opt for sleeping but hey, it’s productive.
Oh yeah, sleeping…