Monday: spring break

Today I didn't have classes because of break.  I still brought Isaac to daycare; I felt a little weird doing it but not too much.  I spent some of the day doing chores that don't work very well when Isaac is around and just enjoyed being alone.

Saturday: cutting

Isaac helped me get ready for Bible Study on Sunday by cutting the strawberries into small pieces.  It's part of my initiative to have him learn how to use a knife so I have one less thing to worry about.

Ben managed to capture the 13 seconds where it looks like Isaac really knows what he's doing.  Most of the time I was reminding him about how to actually cut.

Sunday: an unexpected parenting task

This evening I itched my child's butt for him.  He was able to articulate the problem, but did not have the dexterity needed to actually do it.
I laughed the whole time, even though it was serious business.
Update: apparently I failed and had to try several more times. I finally put some diaper rash cream on it and put him to bed with an itchy butt.

Friday: halfway

Today not only marks the half circle day (Pi day), but it also marks the halfway point of this pregnancy.

It seems a little like cheating since the first four weeks I didn't know.

But I hope that the baby is laughing and saying that I missed the halfway point by several days.

Thursday: moves

Isaac felt the baby move today. He probably expected it to be like every other time I've tried to have him feel the baby moving, but this time the baby cooperated. His eyes got very big.

Wednesday: not TMI

I told one of my classes that I was pregnant, and so today when I walked in a few students were like "Oh, I can see the baby!"

I was proud of myself - instead of saying, "yeah, but being pregnant is rather miserable.  I threw up twice yesterday and can't get comfortable sleeping" I searched something good to say.  "Yeah, it's fun to see.  And my husband can feel the baby moving now."

No need to traumatize them, even though I'm not really a fan of being pregnant.

Tuesday: soup

This afternoon Isaac and I were playing soup.  (I.e., we both had cups and we both had spoons and we were eating soup.  Fun for the first fifteen minutes.)

At one point I took a bite of his soup without asking.  His eyes got very wide, he backed up a few steps and said, "No.  My soup.  Mama's soup (pointing to my cup)."  So today was the first day that I was chastised by a toddler for eating the wrong imaginary soup.

He did share later.