So, Tristan is morphing into a weird kid (ok he's been weird for a long time). Weird in a good way but still... He's so funny sometimes the things that come out of his mouth. Like at dinner he has started saying things like "Mmm, this is delicious Mom, thank you. You did a good job making this." Um, thanks, you strangely polite boy, where's my son? But at least he does have manners. If he doesn't want something, he'll say no thank you. He might scream it if you ask him more than once though. It'll be more like "I SAID NO THANK YOU!" Maybe he's just so happy that we are eating real food again, not just what my first trimester tummy could take. That and with Doug home last week, we actually did eat a little better. But the "did you cook this Mom? It's delicious, thank you." just cracks me up. He's just funny.
And it has finally taken a break from raining today. We have had so much stinkin rain, I don't need to see anymore. Our yard is a complete mud pit, thanks to the rain and Dora running around. I wouldn't mind rain so much if I didn't have to wipe Dora down every time she comes in. And it is actually hard to see mud on a black dog. I'm hoping and praying we have a nice dry summer like last year. No rain, no grass growing because really me mowing the grass at 8 or 9 months pregnant does not sound fun.
