As I write this post three little girls are on the couch behind me looking at family photo albums and giggling. Dave took the three boys to the farm so that I could have a morning with Hannah all by herself before the baby arrives. Joseph has already had his turn and I need to fit in a morning with Benjamin and one with Jacob before the arrival of the womb dweller.
But back to today. By 2:30 pm the boys had still not arrived home so Hannah and I drove over to the church to watch the end of her kindergarten teacher's wedding. I think that this was the wedding of the summer for our little town. Both bride and groom come from large extended families so the guest list was extensive. Also, the groom was raised in a family that breeds draught horses for a living; consequently, the bridal party left the church in grand style: horse and carriage complete with a bilingual Just Married sign - yup, you guessed it, English and Polish. The whole thing felt a bit royal as many little just-out-of-kindergarten girls and their parents had gathered to watch and take pictures. I stood with a friend and fellow blogger who had brought his little girls to take in the sights.
It is these two girls who are now giggling behind me on the couch. How different from boys they are: the bowl of popcorn is still partly full, the house hasn't been ripped to pieces and they are content to sit and look at pictures rather than scale 20 foot trees in an attempt to push the boundaries of testosterone.
How grateful I am that they are not tearing the house apart as it was only yesterday that I really put it together. I had a hmmm-maybe-this-is-labour moment yesterday at around 9am that sent me into a frenzy of housecleaning. I managed to clean three washrooms, one kitchen floor, scour the floor under the stove and fridge, vacuum all carpets, do five loads of laundry, change all beds, empty and clean the fridge and, drum roll please, Dave finished the deck. After my dear husband surveyed the house he announced that I need a labour scare on a regular basis.
Nevertheless, now that the house is so spic and span I feel a strong desire to post a No Trespassing sign on the door so as to stave off any further need to tidy house.
But the labour scare came to nothing and baby is still dwelling in-utero.
The good news is that my doctor confirmed that the littlest one is head down and looking up so we need not worry about positioning. And, that's all. We're still waiting for our camera battery in the mail. Once it is here the baby has full permission to arrive. Or so I think ... the best laid plans of mice and men.
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...we tried to get over to see the festivites, but my mom arrived just as we were about to drive over. Did Colin take any pictures?
Erin, Colin did take pictures. It was beautiful; Laura suggested that we all kneel as the bridal party went by!
The pictures of which you speak my be viewed at thetheologyofdad.blogspot.com. At least in a few minutes...
Hey, I did all those things tonight, too. I'm not in labour though. And, uh, I didn't do 5 loads of laundry (don't have that many; laundry is the ONE chore I keep on top of) and I also didn't clean the fridge. So I guess I didn't really do all those things after all! I did make a pie though (graham cracker crust -- not that impressive).
I know what you mean about little boys. I smiled when I read that. They DO always seem to be attempting things that are physically impossible, or at least inadvisable.
Well, if baby is in the midst of arriving before said camera battery does, you know someone who has a few gigabytes of memory waiting in the wings... not far from RVH. ;) I'll be thinking of you (and popping into the OB dept every time I go in to work now!).
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