Ok, so I don't have to look at my brother's mustache any more I'll post about my nesting, which is very little. I've done the most nesting in my head, ha ha. Hopefully it will actually start happening. I'm tired of clutter, and of little things that don't really belong anywhere except a yard sale, which is where I probably got it in the first place.

Poor Erick was playing outside and pushing a medium-size toy car. He fell and skinned his nose up to his forehead. I keep thinking that it's dirt.

I'm going to run them over to the park for a little while today. I want to get some sand and put it in this clear little empty water bottle that I have. Then I'm going to put the little shells that I got from the beach in it, add some food-colored water, baby oil, and have my own ocean in a bottle. It's really for the kids to play with, but I'm going to enjoy making it, and then I can throw the rest of the shells away.

Tripp's doing a little Jerry Lewis on the piano- it's so cute! He's singing too!

Michael Jackson...

Graybeal... my little brother.

My brother is very special. I hope he uses his skills to the best of his abilities, and makes a very good life for him and his family. So it's a good thing that he already has a job, because I don't think anyone would hire this man:



He looks like the creepy guy that you see get arrested in those old '70 movies for being a pimp, minus the bling and gold chain, or the guy that's the example of a bad disco dancer on a John Travolta flick.(But he is a pretty good dancer, so that puts a hilarious image into my mind and I wish I had saved that video of him dancing to "Funky Town" in his Domino's uniform.)

My little bro, all grown up and creepy looking, you gotta love him!

I have nothing to write about really. The baby feels very alien right now, and does somersaults inside my very compact belly. I have about 6 weeks left and people are just now telling me that I am finally looking pregnant. Right...
Anyway, I have so many cucumbers(anyone want some?)that I need a simple recipe for making pickles. I have about 10 in my fridge and another 14 growing in the garden and should be ready to pick in a day or two. I bought some jar caps and lids, vinegar, and dill, so I'm going to google a recipe before the cucumbers go bad. Too bad I can't eat them raw, not even one little slice :( My grandparents used to live in Kathleen, and at some point we lived with them. They had two gardens, one vegetable and one was just corn and my grandmother, Mutti is what we called her, pickled cucumbers and they were the best pickles that I ever tasted. They weren't like bread and butter flavored, but they weren't crunchy dill either. They were like soft, dill "chips"; she didn't pickle them whole or in slivers, she sliced them into discs. Anyway, maybe my own instinctual twist on a simple recipe will come out tasting like hers. That would be awesome!