He Leaves On Saturday And I Don't Want To Talk About It

What will I do without help/entertainment from my brother manny*?

This is the question I ask myself daily.

I am going to cry on the way home from taking him to the airport.

And after that I am giving myself a brief period of mourning the loss.

*a term I borrowed from Robin who also had a brother manny. lucky us.

He's Coming Back

It's like having a little seester but better.

He babysits

He fixes

He paints

He repairs

He organizes

He landscapes

He .....changes diapes!

and he'll make cookies at midnight for you.

He is Ryan, younger brother extraordinaire , and he is coming to stay with us for the next three weeks.

I'm bursting at the seams and making lists of things for him to do.

I'm all about the family labor.

When we go out with the children together, people think we're married.

"Aw, look at the reaaally young married couple with three kids!"

And if you're lucky, Rochesterians, I'll let you take advantage of his (paid) service.

You know, after he finishes my very long to-do list;)

Welcome back, Whiskey Tango.

Let the midnight baking begin.

Week 39

Yesterday I picked up BabaJuje. She was at the Ford dealership in the service department. That meant she is on spring break and that meant she was mine for the day (or as long as I could keep her around).

We ran all sorts of errands. One of which included McFlurries. One included Five Guys. Another to pick up mulch and misc. at The Home Depot. Then it was off to pick up prescriptions. Then back to the fort where the children and I had to fight over her attention.

Being so multi-talented she was able to please both the children and me.

The side of the house is mulched.

Existing curtains have been hemmed.

New curtains have been hung in the playroom,

and Lena and Simon got to spend the day with their beloved Juje.

For proof that she still loves me go here.

The moral of the story is: steer clear of this place unless you want to be put to a mad woman's nesting work. Are you begining to sense how severe it is this time around?

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Still no baby. But here's another taste of what I'm looking like these days:

It's only going to get worse from here.

Wish a baby for us by the end of this week, will ya?

Cuz, you know, the mulch is in at least.