We just got back from another trip and apparently all this travel is taking its toll on me. I woke up with Owen this morning at around 6:15, which is his usual wake-up time, and came downstairs. I was only with him for about an hour when Derek came downstairs and I fell asleep--till 10!!! I was and still feel tired. This pregnancy really has zapped my energy. I wonder if I'm growing another huge boy baby like Owen? I don't really want to try and top Owen's nine pound birth.
While we were in Flagstaff, Ryanna wanted to know what time it was, so I told her to ask Derek. She said, "Dad, what time is it? Will you check your blueberry?"
Apparently that's the newer version of the Blackberry huh?
Then, on the drive home, she was having a discussion with Derek...
Ryanna: "Dad, do you know why I don't kill people?"
Derek: "Um, because it's wrong?"
Ryanna: "No, because I'm not strong enough."
Don't ask me why she's even thought about this. It's not as though we even let her watch PG-13 movies. I guess pre-school is a harder life than I realized.
And, for all those of you wondering if we've picked a name for this boy--we haven't. We can't seem to come to an agreement on this. Derek absolutely doesn't like the names I like and I don't like the names he likes. It's getting a bit frustrating.