Lemonade Living

Facebook and Twitter have hijacked my blog. As in, I can only think in clever 140 character segments, not in paragraphs and links and such.

(At least I tell myself they are clever 140 character segments.)

(Don't burst my bubble, prettypleasethankyouverymuch.)

I'd like to take a 37 week picture sometime this week, but there's this 3' little kid running around who needs attention.

Last night he got sleepy incredibly early, and just cuddled into me when I took him upstairs. I held him extra long, knowing this is one of the last times that it will be just me and him.

(Except for that time 5 hours later when I went in to cover him back up and he decided he needed some more cuddling. As well as he needed his pacifier, which had gone under stealth radar detection. It was nowhere to be found until I got down on the floor and felt around for it under the crib. Have you seen a 37 week pregnant lady down on all fours lately, while comforting an 18 month old baby? It's hilarious, really.)

I will spare you the details of how sick I am this morning. You're welcome.

I know I put it on Facebook yesterday, but ... Zesty is learning to sing, and he says "Yahyah!" for "Hallelujah!" I think it's because the choir sang a new song Sunday Hallelujah . He's also learning to pray - when Mr Lemon kneels down at the couch, Zesty will either put his hand on his back, or bury his face in the couch. I love it. I'd like to take a picture, but it seems kind of irreverent to photograph such a precious moment.

Final preparations are in full swing for the wedding this weekend. Zesty and his flowergirl best friend FO-EVAH practiced holding hands Friday. She says she's going to hold his hand so "Zakky doesn't wun AWAY." They are the cutest little pair. Loving on each other one minute, fighting over sippy cups the next. Her family and mine sit in the same pew for mutual sanity, and lately there's not a service that goes by that one or both doesn't end up in tears. One Sunday Zesty pulled her hair, and then cried because she cried. Last Wednesday she puked everywhere, and he was so worried about her, he followed her mother back to the back room where she was being cleaned up and comforted. It is sweet.

And we are moving next week. Did I mention that a hundred times yet? I really need to not go into labor until next Wednesday at the earliest. Scratch that - I have an H&R Block pre-season interview Thursday. So Thursday after 4pm I can go into labor, but not before then. I'm way too busy.