I'm trying to decide if my fingers are swollen. I think it may be the heat just doing its normal thing. I don't have cankles and my toes seem un-sausage like. Although, I am on red alert for the slightest change in extremities. These are the things I worry about, so maybe Carly was directing her words at me. I'm not sure. It's just that I already feel so horrendously large that swelling would be a dagger in the heart.

So Jack. My sweet, darling Jack. He is the greatest. kid. ever. The other day he wanted a knuckle sandwich for lunch. He seriously asked for one and got upset when I tried to talk him out of it. "No mommy, I want a knuckle sandwich," he said. Waking up and going to bed is still the best. I know I always mention it, but I love it. He always wants me to "lay with him for a long time" He insists I lay on my back. Not on my side. He will ask me a zillion questions and my answer "mmhmm" is not sufficient. He says, "Mommy, don't say mmhmm," and wants me to answer "yes" or have a more detailed explanation. He is clearly the boss of this relationship. I love that he's a tough guy whose life revolves around baseball, football, and pretending to shoot things with the vacuum cleaner attachments, but his most important possession is "Baby", his blankie. A sippy cup of milk is not complete without his Baby to rub against his cheek. I think that's one of the things that amazes me most about Jack - and kids in general. Their habits and mannerisms. He always wants things the same and follows the same patterns. I guess we are all like that, it just seems unreal to be doing it at the age of two. The other night he woke me up around 12:30 and said, "I can't find Baby!". In my stupor, I found the thing wedged under a pillow. It seems Daddy never hears the wake up calls. I can't decide if I'm so in tuned to Jack that I wake up or if it's because moments of sound sleep are few & far between so I'm already half-up anyway. Or maybe if it's just that Daddy ignores them because he knows I'll get up??? I hope he doesn't think that I'll be doing double duty when new baby makes an entrance.

My new favorite thing? When he potties on the toilet, then he'll say, "Mommy, let's sit here and talk for a little bit." He never says it anywhere else except the bathroom. It's hilarious and I have no idea where it came from. And potty training is going ok. It's been about a month. We're getting there. I think. He has no problem telling us about pottying while we're in the car - I think he enjoys peeing outside on the side of the road. We did it three times within 15 minutes on the way home from Kansas City. He only peed once. He just wanted to go on a rock.

I love his curiosity about baby. He continually asks if it's done growing and wants to know how he can help. Can he feed it, he wonders? How about playing catch? he asks. He touches, loves, and talks to my belly. I thought he would be more interested in why my belly was getting so big, but it hasn't fazed him a bit. Unfortunately, I don't have those sentiments, but he really just wants baby to hurry and get here - something I do agree with!

It's taken me forever to post this blog - I didn't realize it had been three weeks since the last post. Oops. I have a lot more to say in the next several days (and weeks!) and pictures to post. Until then, hope this finds everyone well!