Madeline and I are home alone for a little while this evening - Dan is out with the teenagers.  We're having a snacky supper, which is one of my favorite things.  If I didn't have a family I would snack for supper at least 3 nights a week.  Some dried cranberries here, some leftover green beans and potatoes there.  A bit of pulled pork sans sauce, and apple sauce because we felt like it.  And I suspect a homemade milkshake to split.  Don't tell Madeline yet, it's a surprise.  A few reflections on today:

If this afternoon is any indication, this baby is SO NOT WAITING 36 more days. 

Feet up, writing thank you cards to the tune of Pride & Prejudice.  "I love you, most ardently...You have bewitched me, body and soul."  Swoon.

One of my favorite things about Madeline is how wonderfully, joyfully affectionate she is.  "Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives"  [C.S. Lewis]

I'm plugging away a little bit at a time at my freezer project.  In the last 2 days I've stashed: A batch of zucchini muffins, spinach stuffed shells, barbeque chicken, taco soup, hamburgers, and a favorite bean dip of ours.  Coming right along, I'd say.  I'd still like to stick 2 of my favorite casseroles in there, because they are close to my heart, er, stomach, and maybe some mashed potatoes to have on hand.  They'll be a nice hearty side to make something feel like a real meal.  And after that I'll probably call it quits, unless the Spirit so moves.  Unlike my belly and swollen feet, our freezer is only so big.  I've tweaked most of these recipes with breastfeeding and shedding baby pounds in mind.  The taco soup is chock full of beans, veggies, and chicken breasts all seasoned to my mexican-loving satisfaction.  And the muffins for example - less sugar than they call for, 2/3 whole wheat flour and only 1/3 white, and lots of extra zucchini.  I tried a few before I froze them and they are as delicious as ever.  Madeline gobbled them down in hearty approval. 

Today I learned that Madeline thinks all foods come in regular and decaf.  As in, "Can I have some decaf canteloupe?"  Hilarious. #coffeefamily

I had horrid, vivid pregnancy dreams last night:  Living on a compound, trying to communicate something desperate to someone who spoke no English, loved ones drowning, trying to locate a lost something with no time at all, and I got a splinter in my thumb.  Bizarre.  I woke up in a sweat this morning and sipped tea and ate strawberries to shake it off. 

I cranked out a newsletter in an hour and a half this afternoon- because both Dan and I totally forgot it was due today.  Confession:  I did not proof-read it even once.   Yikes.

According to my ultrasound last week, our little man weighs between 5 and 5.5 lbs, and his head is way, way down.  I saw his lungs taking little practice breaths and his feet flailing up in my ribcage.  Let's get this show on the road, buddy. 

Jasper has fleas.  Consequently he is being treated like a leper.  I'm vacuuming (breaking a sweat moving furniture, crouching to use the hose along every baseboard, and over/inside of every piece of furniture) every day, sometimes more than once, which the Terminex man assures me is the quickest, most effective way to kill them all.  We've given Jasper his billion dollar treatment (seriously Frontline execs, who do you think you are?) and hopefully he'll be allowed to sit somewhere besides the laundry room, the bathroom, or the hallway sometime soon.  He's getting really good at the pathetic, "Why don't you love me anymore" face.  And I'm getting really good at the, "Because you are a disgusting, afflicted fleabag and you're just lucky I'm not kicking you out entirely - now get away from me" face. 

So that is where we are in life today, June 27th.