What really went on...

While I was relaxing in warmer than northern Utah, St. George, and by relaxing I mean eating out every meal, shopping, catching a movie and then mocking the Miss America pageant, this is what went on at home. 

All the Christmas lights came down from the house.

Hoses and boxes were finally brought into the garage.

Every random pile in the house was sorted and organized. 

Children were bathed.

Hair was combed.

All five Reynolds made it to church before it started, this rarely happens when I am home. 

Sharing time was a success, or so I hear. 

A primary lesson was taught after that.

Home teaching was done.

Dinner was waiting when I got home.

Did I mention the house was spotless?

I'm not sure where the children were at all times, but all were accounted for and injury free when I arrived home, so I'm not going to ask any questions.

It just doesn't get any better than this!

I'm Outta Here!

My current condition requires middle of the night potty breaks as my bladder is being encroached upon by my expanding inhabitant, so a few mornings ago I got up and instead of finding an unoccupied toilet as I should have at 4 am, I happened upon this. Nice. She does have fresh water in her bowl, but that might be asking too much for her to walk all the way downstairs to get a drink. By all means, help yourself to the toilet.

Because of this and oh so many more reasons, I am treating myself to a girls weekend(thanks Shell) and I will be back when I've had my fill of eating out and uninterrupted sleep. 

Paul, I had every intention of leaving you with a spotless house and meals just waiting to be heated up, but instead I will leave you with chore lists and chicken nuggets(mickey mouse and dinosaur) and taquitos in the freezer. There are also four varieties of ice cream. Eat up. 

I'm sorry that this is the weekend our class has to do sharing time. Good luck with that! This is why I married and you and agreed to have five children with you. Very few fathers would agree to that. Of this I am positive. Oh, please don't watch the Lost dvd when it comes in the mail. Instead, catch up with Jim Cramer or whatever his name is. I don't like him, but I love Lost. 

One last thing; please make sure the kids don't look stupid on Sunday. I hate it when kids look stupid.

Clarifications

I thought Asher was our last child. I really, really wanted to be done. But I just couldn't get it out of my head that there was one more. I feel completely at peace now.

Oh, and just because I refer to the tiny fetus as the ruby in no way means that I think it is a girl. On the contrary, I'm pretty sure it's a boy. I would love another girl; secretly, I hope it is. I hate that my girls are growing up and I want small chubby fingers having tea parties at my house all the time. Little boys having tea with their cars and dinosaurs and sharks does not count. And his father gets very irritated when he comes out of my room wearing my high heels with a purse on his shoulder proclaiming "It fits!" He would have so much fun with a little brother, so I hope for him that he gets just that. 

Too bad and thank heavens(all at the same time) that it can only be one. We will be thrilled either way. So much so, that we will not be finding out the gender before the birth. For that I am very excited! I may never have a Ruby or Olive(another favorite). I'm not sure if I could get the other half of the chromosome contributors on board with either of those anyway, but we sure have a cute boy name that we both agree on. Maybe a little more testosterone would be okay after all.

A Ruby

We've seen it, we've heard it and I can't suck it in anymore, so here's the currently youngest child in our family telling it like it is.

Yes, his parents have officially crossed to line to insanity. They can barely keep up with the four they have already brought into the world and yet it's true-and planned-for that matter. 

I am desperately hoping for a ruby birthstone and with an end of July due date, it's hopefully a slam dunk. Hopefully this child will be more accommodating than it's older brother who decided to show up in March even though I had specifically said I wanted April and even had an April due date. 

Just for the record, we are very excited! Well, most of us anyway. Asher wore this shirt on Christmas morning and we told the girls we had one last present for them, but they would have to wait until July to get it. We then had to explain it to them and Abbey replied, "I don't want that kind of present!" She's getting it whether she wants it or not.

Oh, and I think Ruby is a delightful name for a girl if I could just get more people on board besides Claire. Maybe she and I will just call it Ruby anyway.