The Chop and I decided earlier this year that April would be the ideal time to start trying for a second baby. We have family trips in August and October and the rest of the family is coming out for Christmas so we can all drive to my parent’s new place. If we started trying in April, we’d have a few months to get pregnant, then I’d only be moderately pregnant in August and October, and able to go north for Christmas without concern of going into labor.

Except we forgot that we get pregnant extremely easily… as in freakishly easily.

Baby number two is on it’s way. I’m not sure how far along I am, but I’m guessing about five weeks. Which means we managed to get pregnant in two. What. the. hell.

We stopped again for poutine on the way home — and then picked up lobsters to have for dinner. We have a problem.

The Peanut decided he was uninterested in sleeping last night… between roughly 12-330 he was up and down, fussing, wanting to snuggle and wanting to kick us out of our bed. The Sister and I, after around four hours of sleep, ran on fumes all day.

We went to a fantastic place for dinner though and after we were done, I took the Peanut outside to run up and down the sidewalk while they paid the check and finished their drinks. A man walked by and said, “hey cutiepie” and smiled at us. I told the Peanut to say “hi” and “thank you”… and the guy informed me he was talking to me. I smiled and said thanks and moved away down the sidewalk, texting my sister to tell them to hurry up.

I was recounting this to her in the car and my dad said, “this is why you need to be packing!” To which I responded, “so I can shoot a guy for giving me a compliment? seriously?”

Texas was the originator of the stand your ground law – shoot first, don’t ask questions later. 😛

We saw The Avengers tonight while on a double date. Our friend is 32 weeks pregnant and managed to not get up to use the restroom once… but at the end, when the Chop requested we stay seated to see the special scenes after the credits, she asked him if he wanted to see her pee in the theater when she stood up, lol. He informed her we’d tell the management that someone spilled Mountain Dew. 😉

The movie was AWESOME and our theatre had some very enthusiastic fans.. particularly after this scene, which had everyone laughing hysterically.

After a week of gray, overcast and sometimes drizzly weather, today was the first day of sun. And it was glorious. The Peanut was beyond excited to go to the park and getting away from the sad sack dog made the Chop and I immeasurably happy.

This is really the one reason I will never move back to the Pacific Northwest. It rains so goddamn much that people literally want to kill themselves. No thanks, all set.

My mom messaged me at 11PM to say she couldn’t find my dad – he wasn’t answering his phone or email, etc. Next thing I know my mom, sister and I are on a Skype video call, debating how to track him down. He’s up at their new town by himself while my mom finishes packing them up for the move… and she hadn’t heard from him in seven hours.

One thing about my dad is that he ALWAYS answers his phone. If he’s sleeping, working, etc., he always picks up. I’ve requested sleepover permission when he was operating and woken him from a dead sleep at 3AM because I was sick – it’s a constant, the phone gets answered.

I called his new job… he wasn’t there, and he wasn’t on call. So my mom called his landlord (he’s renting until they finish the move), and he headed over to check. Then I called his job back to see what his extension was (perhaps he was in his office working) and she informed me that my uncle had called and they were paging him and going to send the cops for a welfare check.

The key word here is “paging.” None of us knew they’d issued him a pager.

Thirty minutes after I was brought in to this debacle, my dad texted my sister and called my mom. He’d gotten the page.. his phone had died (it’s new and he’s still figuring it out) and he’d been working on his work computer, so he hadn’t seen his emails. Sigh.

Much hilarity ensued, particularly when we told him his brother had called the cops. And I uh, accidentally mentioned his gun on a voicemail I left at his office… oopsie.

The Porkchop was warning off my sister’s boyfriend… stay away from these women. They will NEVER leave you alone!

😀

My Dad started his new job on the first of April, and so far, he loves it. Loves the people, loves getting back to work, loves the area, etc. We all knew he missed working, but it’s pretty funny how much he missed working. My Mom hasn’t moved yet (neither has their stuff), so he’s alone in an apartment in a very small town, which means when he’s not working, he likes to Skype us.

He likes to Skype the Peanut actually, lol, and he likes to text us for smart phone support. I just received this message an hour ago…

BTW, how come your mother gets emails of the Peanut every day and I don’t?….just wondered….got all these gigabits of picture storage wasting away…..and only about 5 pictures of him on my new cell….

I keep telling them to get on FB, as I regularly fail to remember to email and text them pictures that I’ve already posted, but they’re still resisting. Sigh.

I woke up sick this morning, which sucks because being a parent and being sick is a crappy combination. The Peanut is unimpressed with my desire to pass out and do nothing – as evidenced by his newest fascination with banging pots and pans together and jumping on the bed.

We took the Peanut down to hang with friends this afternoon, two adorable little boys who love to play and are highly entertaining. The Porkchop ended up pushing the boys in cars all around the yard, then spinning them until they fell over dizzy (toddlers walking into each other = hilarious).

He informed me on the way home that he was ready to try for another. 😉

My parents got smart phones. They did not, unfortunately, get how-to-use-a-smart-phone lessons. So far today we’ve Skyped five times to help them figure out: how to answer the phone, how to send a text, how to find the photo gallery and how to open a picture message.

Oh boy.