Random

Random blog post time. Hooray!

Our silly boy will be four in just a few weeks. FOUR!

When did this happen?!?

He's a camera ham lately, too. He always makes a silly face. I'll have to get a collection of them up.

He's also getting amazing freckles. Check them out.

This morning we got up early, went and got doughnuts, hit the bookstore and the pet store. Then I rested at home while Paul and Isaac went and walked a trail through the woods and played at a playground.

This morning I had several hours of pre labor stuff happen all together. Never had that with Isaac. It was interesting.

After lunch, Isaac crashed for a three hour nap.

He finally woke starving for dinner. Yesterday we'd made these frozen strawberry yogurt popsicles. He really enjoyed that after his dinner. (Had to make a face, though).

 

 

 

I love this little boy.

The Sweet Smell of Strawberries

 

Today was an extra productive day. Laundry, dishes, and meals at home were all completed. And, we went and picked strawberries.

 

It was quite fun, and there are a remarkable number of places to pick here, which is amazing and something I'm super grateful for.

 

Because we drove up to Sanford to pick today, I'd heard there was a place that was fun to pick and had "the best" strawberries.

 

We drove there, it was cute and scenic on the way, and then we got there.

 

And I opened my car door.

 

And got slammed in the face by a SMELL.

 

When we lived in Texas there was a way to our house from the highway that passed a sewage treatment plant. And most of the time, it smelled bad. It smelled like a sewage plant.

 

This SMELL was like that... times a million. It was so bad, I was laughing. And gagging. And my eyes were watering. I got out of the car... and it was much, much worse.

 

Isaac said "it smells like turtle diarrhea!"

 

Paul opened his car door and starts going "oh my god" over and over again.

 

THERE WERE PEOPLE PICKING IN THE FIELDS DESPITE THE SMELL!!!

 

I realise it's a farm. And sometimes farms smell like lots of animals.

 

But seriously, it was disgusting. And I don't use the word disgusting often.

 

It was disgusting.

 

It's kinda amazing I didn't throw up.

 

We choose to leave.

 

On the way south, I spent some quality time on my phone looking for another place.

 

I felt bad telling Isaac we'd pick our own strawberries today and then having to leave and not do it.

 

Even though he was NOT upset we didn't leave the car.

 

Turtle diarrhea. I mean, I really.

 

(Isaac decided to interchange saying "oh my god" and "turtle diarrhea" the entire rest of the day. Nearly 4 year olds repeat EVERYTHING.)

 

So we found a place in Fayetteville that is basically a farm stand with a field of strawberries behind it. It's called Gillis Hill Road Produce. And we picked strawberries there. They are delicious. It was a lot of fun, and we filled our bucket very quickly. Also, it smelled like strawberries.

 

I should probably put some baby bump photos up. I'm pretty well covering it with those bags in the above picture. But I feel like I'm huge now. 32 weeks.

The strawberries are worth it, but next time we decide to try a new "pick your own" place, I need to find a way to ask over the phone "how do the fields smell today?"

Mandatory Fun was... fun?

Quick note to those not familiar with the term "mandatory fun."

 

In the military, about once or twice a year all the soldiers take off work for the day or part of it and have fun time where the family support group has set up food and stuff to do. Soldiers are required to attend. Families are invited as well.

 

In our personal experience, these usually entail being offered pizza and one over packed bounce house on a hill out in the blazing sun when the temperature happens to be in the mid-90s and the humidity happens to be nearly 100%.

 

So when Paul had his first mandatory fun day since we got to Bragg, you could say I had low expectations.

 

But I said we'd go.

 

After all, there was an Easter egg hunt, and Isaac LOVES Easter egg hunts.

 

It was actually fun!

 

We didn't stand in line for the food, which was long and that was okay, but they had some cool stuff we had never seen before at these events.

 

Ample bounce houses, for one, which Isaac LOVED. And they had several helicopters and other Army vehicles they were letting kids check out.

 

 

 

 

 

Isaac found a red button on a helicopter and asked one of the guys "What does this button do?"

 

Guy: "what do you think it does?"

 

Isaac: "Let's press it and find out."

 

I think everyone liked that answer.

 

(In case you were curious, it was to talk to other people in other helicopters.)

 

Isaac liked the jump seats in the blackhawk.

 

 

And this massive thing, which I don't know what it was called, had a loud loud horn.

 

The soldier supervising this one was all "keep honking! go for it!"

 

Yeah, no. Thanks.

 

Isaac had a great time. He loved everything about it, and the egg hunt was a success too.

 

And he decided, based totally on this event, what he wants for his birthday.

 

 

 

Bounce house.

 

Bounce slide.

 

Lemonade machine.

 

Biggest Debate Today

The ice cream truck song. On hearing it off in the distance, I think it sounds like this song:

Obladi Oblada by the Beatles

And Paul insists it sounds like this song:

Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring by Bach

And when it is right in front of our house, we finally identified the song as "It's a Small World After All."

And although we both still insist it sounds more like Beatles to me and Bach to him, we've agreed on one thing.

Their copy of the song truly sucks.