Filling in the sand.

I read a fantastic analogy about getting things done as a busy mom awhile back. Think of your tasks as rocks, gravel, and sand that you need to put into a gallon jar. Put the rocks in first, then the gravel, then the sand. If you put the sand in first, you won't have room for the rocks.

So I've been doing that with the 'before baby' list of tasks. The rocks are done - diapers are made, car seat is bought, blankets, diapers, and clothes are ready. The gravel is filled in - hot spots decluttered, food in the freezer, baby carriers ready. Now I'm filling in the sand, not hoping or expecting to get it all done - just doing what I can, when I can, as I feel inspired ... filling up the birth pool, working with the garden, working on my new website, but mostly relaxing and playing with my kids.

UNO has been a big hit around here lately.

Hannah's been interviewing me while I milk goats.

It's been so cold here. We get 1 good day for every 10 cold and windy ones.

So we make up for it by pretending we live in Hawaii.

We even went snorkeling in the tub the other day.

When it is nice, we don't get anything at all done in the house.



Even in the evening, Ains doesn't want to come in, so she and I have taken to walking down 'the farm road' every night after dark.

They've gotten camping fever something bad.

The microscope has been out for over a week, looking at everything from petals to fingernails to salmon bones.

Hannah had her last dance recitals. We're done with that until fall.

The littler ones wanted to put on their own performance.

It was fantastic.

Then the days get cold again and we are back inside. So we keep busy. Yoga.

Dollhouse.

More UNO.

And cuddling with the chihuahua.

So that's us. Enjoying cold days, loving warm days, filling in the sand.

Absorbing the last few days with three.

We're down to the home stretch now. Two weeks - three, tops - until we are a family of six (gulp!) instead of a family of five.

So I'm using my body's signals to tone it down a bit to snuggle and cuddle and absorb these three while they're still my only three.

So picnics are the order of the day.

And loving this little boy who grabs his boots and coat as soon as he sees me getting ready to head outside - even if the girls don't come, I can always count on him to be with me.

And while he is frustrated with how big Mommy's tummy is getting and doesn't seem to comprehend the fact that there's a baby in there, the other two do. Very much.

There is much impatience about "When will this baby be here?" and "You better wake me up for the birth, even if you have to take me outside into the cold to get me to wake up!" and "Can I listen to the heartbeat?"

(Can I tell you how much I love having a midwife that comes to my house so that I don't have to haul three kids to a doctor's office?)

And my favorite "Can I talk to the baby?"

And I think the feeling's mutual, between the baby and its siblings. This is the first pregnancy where the baby is so crazy active when it hears siblings running and playing - nearly turning somersaults wanting to be with them. This could be interesting.

It never ceases to amaze me, this feeling of "I can't imagine my life with another one." changing immediately after the baby arrives to "I can't remember my life without you."

What's been going through the sewing machine.

I keep forgetting to send you over to my other blog in case you're interested in the Great Stash Busting Project of 2011. I think these are all the ones I've forgotten to link to.

Easter shirts.



Ainsley skirts.



And the Pants Post.

Easter - five days later.

I wanted to share what we did for Easter because it was so much fun and this is kind of my journal.

One of our friends hosted an Easter party on Friday night, so we went to that. Hundreds of eggs for 25 kids and an adult hunt. So. Much. Fun.

The littlest kids got their own hunt in.



Gray was sure there were some more out there for him.

Then the big kids got a much more challenging hunt.


After dark, the adults had a hunt with flashlights. And kids. The kids were not about to stay in for that much fun.

This was my favorite part of the night - watching Gray tool around with three other boys about his age, making circles on bikes and trikes for an hour.


Matt has a tradition of setting up a treasure hunt every Easter. It gets better each year.

The kids get a map and have to follow it exactly - even if it means circling a tree until they're dizzy.

The girls have gotten pretty good at map reading.
And circling trees.
Gray goes straight for the candy hidden at each spot.

"Swing in the hammock" wasn't on the map, but it had to be done.

And then, for his big finale, the treasure - Pillow Pets.

In case you've ever wondered, this is what heroes are made of.

Budding out.

The bushes and trees at Hannah's violin teacher's class are screaming into spring almost overnight.

So beautiful.

Look what we got to do yesterday!

Spring fever demanded it, no matter how cold it was.













Partway through the playing, I realized that I was heading the same way with this pregnancy that I did with Ainsley's and if I didn't fix it, I was likely to be handing my husband the camera in the middle of labor and saying "Quick! Get a picture of my tummy while she's still in there!"

So I handed Hannah the camera and asked her to get a picture. "The picture is to show my pregnant tummy, so don't get too far back, ok?" Ok.

Whoa. That's close. Sorry 'bout that.

We're counting down in weeks, not months now. Deep breaths.

I really *am* that smart.

I was busy doing something yesterday when Hannah came up and asked me what red and yellow make. "Orange." and she ran off. I heard her tell her sister "You should go ask Mother a question. She's really smart today."

Ainsley appeared by me. What's seven and nine? "Sixteen." She ran back to Hannah. "You're right!!! She really is that smart today."

See? I really am. Today.