We survived the birthday week! Kate turned 9. For some reason, it seems like she's been around forever, and should be much older than 9. She enjoyed her day of being the boss, and used her authority well. I had a moment of honesty with my sister, Angie, about having two birthday's in a row. She has 2 boys with Sept 10th and 11th birthday's. I have Neal and Kate next to each other. We both agreed that it totally sucks. By the time you've done everything you can to make the days both unique and special and "un-lumped" together, you're exhausted. And sick of birthday food. Just imagine what it would be like if I celebrated my children's birthdays like some moms do. We're pretty low-key over here. No hired clowns, pony rides, or invited friends in this house. I asked Kate if she wanted a friend party this year. She mulled it over, and, in my hopes she would say "no," I encouraged her by saying, "Dad and I will be able to buy you more presents if you don't have a friend party." If that makes me a bad mother, then so does lots of other stuff I do/fail to do.
Neal's parents had to put their dog down last week. He wasn't doing good and was about 12 years old. It was sad. I was trying to explain to Abby that Maxx was dead. I said, "Maxx was very old and very sick. His body stopped working and he is gone now. He died."
A few hours later, we sat at Costco, sharing a burp-breath hot dog that lingered with me all through the day and into my trip to the temple that evening (sorry Sister K. for my hot dog burps. I kept a steady supply of mints going throughout the session). An older couple sat next to us at the Costco table. Abby said "hi" to the lady, then turned to me and said, "I said HI to the old lady!!" Slightly embarrassing, but funny. Abby didn't notice when the couple left. She turned to say something to them, and they were gone. Abby said, "Oh! Did the old lady die? Was she old? Was she sick? Did her body stop workin? Is she gone now? That's so sad!" I had a good laugh.
The other day, Abigail was perusing the pantry for something to eat. She found my malt. I love malt. It is from heaven. She opened it up and asked what it was. I told her it was my malt for my ice cream. She sniffed it and said, "Oooo! It smells like goats. It smells like goat's butts."
A little status update on the pregnancy: I have just over 3 weeks left. My doctor went ahead and scheduled me to be induced on October 20th. My doctor's have never let me go past my due date. After about week 32, my stomach doesn't grow. The rest of me does, but not my uterus. So they monitor and test and worry, and schedule an induction. It's nice to know that I will not be pregnant past the 20th. I look forward to leaving this crazy behind and entering a new version of crazy!