The heat index today is 110 degrees. Is this unusual? Quite the contrary...I should be used to it being a Kansas gal. But this summer, I feel as though everyone should feel sorry for me. I am going to hire my own personal cabana boy (hubby, that's you) to spray me with a fine mist as I lay on the couch drinking lemonade (only because I can't drink summer beer, which is what I really want), reading US Magazine and InStyle. Jack will miraculously potty train himself and the dogs will obediently nap on the floor all day and fetch me snacks as needed. Sounds reasonable to me.

Yesterday, as I'm getting ready for work, I kept hollering at Jack to please come downstairs because who knew what the child was getting into. He kept saying, "I'm playing with my tractor in the mud," which isn't far off because he pretends to do that frequently. It got quiet for a few minutes, so I went upstairs to find this:A teeny, tiny tractor blazing trails through the "mud"...or the entire contents of a salt shaker and a chair pushed up to the back of the counter. I finally wised up and put the salt & pepper in the cabinet. This isn't the first time, but it's never been quite this much. As I put the pillow back in the chair, salt poured onto the floor. Enter the vacuum.

We are working on potty training. I think he's ready, then I think he's not. He goes when he's there and has no problem. We just need to do it and dedicate some serious time to it. Hubby has been gone all week and it has only happened on & off this week. I think this weekend we are going to make a serious stab at it. I do not want two kiddos in diapers, but I suppose if it happens, so be it. Yesterday, he picked mini-marshmallows as his treat of choice for pottying on the big boy potty and this morning he told me he had to #2 and he did! Maybe it's the marshmallows? Here's hoping.

I believe a playground set has been erected inside of my belly. It's growing. Apparently, the other day, someone asked my hubby how far along I was. Upon hearing my due date, they said, "oh, no way she is going to make that due date!". Excuse me? That's just a nice way of saying that someone looks huge. Which I do not. I feel huge, but I know I am not. I can still wear my jeans with a rubber band, which I think is great. My maternity clothes are too big. I can still wear almost all of my dresses and shirts (buttoned ones being the major exception here, folks). I work out nearly every day and I'm measuring exactly where I should be. I want to punch that person. Besides, my due date is only three months & one week away. I'd say I'm far enough along to warrant a baby bump. I'm not even sure this particular girl has lost her "baby weight" from her freaking five year old so she should probably zip it. But I digress.

Well, I'm off to play with Jack Jack and his two cousins for the evening. I have a bunch of pictures to post and no time today. I'll get them up next week! Have a great weekend, all!

I've had it. I'm done. Not with the pregnancy (maybe a little), but with this week. I'm not sure if I spent too much time outside, worked out too hard, didn't sleep enough (ok, all of the above), but I am exhausted. I feel like it's my first trimester all over again - with more aches & pains. I'm that tired. Tonight is baseball all over again, which I may skip because I'm so pooped. Sorry, hubby. I'm not sure I can do it today. Even if I do have a huge bag of dill pickle sun seeds enticing me with their delightful seasonings.

As of tomorrow, baby #2 has spent 25 full weeks in my belly. The last few have been spent with a trapeze or balance beam because it's a full-on gym in there. It seems the time is flying, yet crawling. How does that happen? When I sit back and think about it, I realize, wow, only three months left! Then I think, holy shit, I have three months left. It's a bazillion degrees outside and we never seem to stop running long enough to rest. I need a break. A nap. For the love of everything delicious, I need a gigantic beer.

In other news...Jack is a total ham. He cracks me up - he loves to talk animals, but yesterday when faced with a toad chasing him down, he was so terrified and I thought he would jump straight into Ma & Pa's pool to escape him. Speaking of swimming, he loves it. He jumps in over and over until his poor little eyes are bloodshot and he can barely catch his breath. Now he likes to push off from the edge and swim underwater to anyone within two feet who will catch him. He wears sweat bands around the house on his little wrists and desperately wants a pair of baseball cleats (which I can't find small enough). He longs to be in the dugout during hubby's games and as hubby coaches, he yells, "Daddy! Daddy! Come get me!". He picked out his new Chucks and decided this time he wanted black and white after weeks of thinking green was the way to go. He never wants to wear pj pants to bed anymore, instead, opting for whatever gigantic baseball t-shirt he can find. He loves to water flowers and ride poor Millie like a horse. Most of all, he loves mommy & daddy and is really starting to talk and love with baby, too. He includes baby in his goodbyes and good nights, and wants to touch my belly more often. He still likes laying on baby, which is becoming quite a difficult maneuver. I won't mention that every other thing out of his mouth is "dog poop".

Other than that, we are plugging away. This weekend will be a plethora of Father's Day celebrations that I am not prepared for. I wish you all a great one!

Jack is a big fan of "photography". Today I will be posting some of his recent work...as you can see, it took him a couple to realize that he needed to turn the camera around, so we got a few self-portraits. These magnificent photos were taken with a Nikon Coolpix digital camera after hubby's b-day party at the in-law's house.

I didn't post them all, I think you get the general idea. And yes, that's a lot of wallpaper.

I also have some new pictures of Jack. General shenanigans, nakedness, and randomness.
Pretty much a photo post today. I'm either sporting a cold or developing allergies, so the creative juices are not flowing unless you count the water, gatorade, and three empty travel/coffee mugs at my desk. Ok, the coffee mugs are old. I probably should take them home.