Carrots and a Watermelon

I've been in a whirlwind lately, which is nothing compared to what is coming up any day now with the impending birth. London had her 2nd birthday and it was great in so many ways. She fascinates me daily with what she says and how much her little brain is progressing. When she saw me put carrots on the checkout counter at Albertsons, she excitedly said "bunny carrots!" We have a little routine of feeding our old ones to the floppy eared resident in our back yard planter.

Lately, I've just been relishing our time together and trying to be positive about transporting a watermelon. People ask if it's easier the second time around and my response is that knowing what to expect makes it a bit more bearable. It's still an awkward state and I much prefer to be able to bend down without grunting like an elderly person with gout when tying my shoes. Wait, who am I kidding? I can't bend down! I can sit and bend my leg sideways to reach my foot. Flip flops are a lifesaver and my real shoes have a thick layer of dust on them in the closet. It's ok, only 3 weeks left and I'm done. A finish line in sight makes such a difference.

It also helps to know that this new little person will constantly be developing into a fascinating creature that will make me laugh and will help sustain the cute wildlife in our yard. We all get to watch her reveal her personality and become a part of our family. How cool is that? I'm excited to meet her.

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Tonight was a really cool dinner night. My husband and I decided we wanted to have burgers and I suggested In & Out Burger. He agreed and we drove there with our munchkin in the back seat who kept pointing out airplanes in the sky and the moon. It was a little late and I was worried that she was going to get cranky, but I hoped for the best. She read "Moo, Baa, La La La" while we waited in the drive thru line and was a total angel. London watched in fascination with her window down as the people inside made the food, then happily said "hi" to the cashier. When we got our food, she asked me for some and then said "back?" Scott looked at her and then at me for decoding.

Let me explain. Many times when London and I go out to run errands, I get food for us and then sit in the back seat with her in the parking lot while we eat together. She does really well this way and I get to keep her in her car seat-don't forget that I'm 8 months pregnant and a contained toddler is crucial at this point! Back to the story. I crawl into the back with her and Scott hands me my food and my drink. London says to me "share"? I hand her the strawberry shake and a fry. She says "thank you" and then requests "citsup" and looks at me with a distraught face when I take a sip of the shake. "Share"? This continues as we eat dinner and she alternates between telling me she's happy while doing a wiggle dance in her seat and sucking down the strawberry shake.

We finish our splurge and then head home. I remain in the back seat and our daughter comes up with a new game for me to play with her as she tickles my hand and laughs when I pull away. It was one of the most peaceful and fun evenings I've had in the last few days. Just think what we would have missed if we didn't go for burgers?