Shopping, outings, movies and babies...

Oh man. Grant ended up not liking the dress and shoes I got at Ross, and the more he thought about it the worse the dislike grew. I was lukewarm about them, too, so I offered to go look around Marshall's here in town and take the Ross stuff back if I found something better. I took all the boys with me since he's still out of commission, and WOW. I found so much more, and all so much better! I was trying to figure out what I should go with...I had dress #1, which was conservative yet kind of sexy but I thought the shoulders might be weird, dress #2 that was stunning and majorly sexy but I worried might be too much, and dress #3 which was just an acceptable dress that I thought was good backup. I was trying to take pictures of myself in the dressing room so I could maybe go home and show Grant and then make a decision, but really the camera phone is terrible with light and details and Jake was getting restless and fussy strapped into the stroller (he hates dressing rooms for some reason, I guess there's not enough to look at in the cramped space), so I got a revolutionary idea...I called Grant and told him I was thinking since we had the money in the bank, I could just buy everything I was thinking about and then bring back everything that wasn't "it", after I/we decided. He was cool with that so then I started really feeling like I was having fun ;) I went to shoes and found some sort of "me" shoes that I thought would work for a fancy banquet deal, and then I was looking around at a loss. There was a nice looking older couple there and I asked them if open toed shoes would seem acceptable to them at a charity installation banquet down at Ocean Reef (local resort, UBER RICH AND SNOBBY, I've only been there in the past because my mom and stepdad had jobs in the kitchens or cleaning mansions' pools). So we start all evaluating shoes together, me with my blue toenails and giant callouses and flip flops set to the side, and the lady picked out these shoes that made me raise my eyebrow because I just NEVER would have grabbed them. Skinny low heel, sparkly strappy over the foot stuff, very much not anything I would have even considered on my own. I put it on to humor her and...well...it was awfully nice :x And perfect with Dress #2 (the sexy one). So I came home with three nice dresses and two pairs of fancy shoes, and Grant was acting all dumbstruck by my beauty and encouraging me to say "Screw the budget" and keep it all, since he (or anyone) never sees me like that. I'm not sure that's a good idea, but I'm certain that I absolutely have to take some of it back if I can't find the Ross receipt, which is proving difficult :/

Yesterday was alright. Kids did their chores, we lazed around a little and then I had to get out of here. I took them all over to The Villages, this big housing community with lakes and trails and shade trees and public playgrounds where we sometimes take picnics. An older guy was playing with a young German shepard puppy and the kids ended up having a blast with them. Except Isaac who screamed and convulsed in terror (he's never been afraid of dogs before?) so I held him the whole time and then he was ok. The puppy was really cool, not nippy or jumping up at all and totally ready to jump in the water and swim to get it's tennis ball if you threw it in the lake.
Then we went to the grocery store and got some "Daytime food" since we were running out of everything but dinners, and came home and ate and put the babies down for naps, and I watched "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" with A and A. I wasn't sure if they were ready for it, but since it was daytime and we were there to explain as it went along I think it went well. I have some major gripes about inconsistencies with that movie and the book (who decided they'd wear muggle clothes the whole time? Since when does Harry adress letters "Sirius Black" right on the outside of the envelope? Is it me or did Hermione look no different at the Yule Ball then the rest of the movie, and WHY was Dumbledore shaking HP around and yelling in his face? Not to mention that is NOT even the same castle or grounds as previously seen...) but it's still pretty good.

I was so done with kids by late last night. It was a sad state of affairs, by the time we were done with dinner. It's kind of wearing on me how G is no help for the last week+. He went to the chiro today and is going back Wednesday, so hopefully that will help some.

Tomorrow is La Leche League and PATH. I've been getting freaking PATH emails several per day - I did not have any idea when I signed up to co-lead the park group that it was going to mean many emails per day, board meetings outside of regular park group meetings, yada yada yada. *sigh* I feel I'm being seen as slack already and I don't mean to, but really, I was told I would lead announcements each week, update the website, and possibly sometimes have to unlock the fence.

Jake is so sweet I could melt. I'm cherishing the last vestiges of his babyhood because I know they'll be gone soon. He says "mama", "dada" and "milk", he takes off his diaper when it's wet, he walks around and eats almost anything we do and laughs and plays peekaboo and chasing games with us. I long for more space in our bed, yet it is so sweet to have him laying there all adorable and out, between us. Or next to me, or whatever. We look at him and back at each other over and over, grinning and quietly squealing in the dark. I've never had a baby be so easy to sleep with. Or just live with in general. There are HOURS that go by when he is just walking around the house, playing in the kids' room, exploring and stopping to see what others are doing - without anything from me at all. Every day. I have to consciously stop to go find him and make sure he's ok.

I'm 11 weeks pregnant already. Well, tomorrow. I'm starting to be afraid that pregnancy is like the trip to Jacksonville - it only seems impossibly long the first couple of times and after that it's a hop, skip and a jump.