All life depends on plants.

It is raining so much right now, but even more whoa is how insanely windy it is. I swear the whole building shifted a bit earlier, it was freaky. Jake felt it too, so it wasn’t just me going crazy. I just got a total fright, something in the kitchen fell over from the wind, even though that wall isn’t an outside wall! Every time a big loud wind gusts around us, I cringe. Freaky freaky I don’t like it make it go away please?

I have no idea what I did yesterday. Well, at least for the most of the day. I know I started to write an entry about the christmas weekend (previous to this, you should go read, it took effort). I took pictures of the gifts we got which was difficult and I didn’t actually finish because I was putting things on the floor and bending over just enough to look down with the camera was too difficult with a baby up in my ribs. I also packed up and put away all the christmas gifts and our ‘tree’, (Oh, thank you to everyone that sent us a card, they made our wall lovely and made me feel rather loved.) but that didn’t take long because we don’t have much stuff. In fact, all our decorations AND our tree fit in the box that last year contained the many calendars I ordered as gifts (I think I gave almost 20 calendars with my own photos as gifts last year. It was pretty much the only thing we gave to people) which amuses me, especially because half the box is full of another box that is full of christmas cards for future years.

I guess I did do things after all.

Today, I got an absolute fright. A cell phone started to ‘ring’ in the back room. A cell phone that was not mine, and therefore was a foreign cell phone. It stopped, but then it started again, and I knew it was inside, not just outside but audible (we can sometimes hear conversations of people that are outside, even though we are on the second floor and the windows are shut). So I had to investigate. The only thing I could think of it being was someone had broken in and was luring me out so they could knock me out and either kidnap me or (more likely) rob the place while I was out cold. Thankfully, it turned out that Jake had grabbed someone else’s coat when he came up for his break, but hadn’t taken it back for some reason. So I had to get dressed in going-outside clothes and take the coat downstairs. The good part about that was I needed to get dressed at some point, we had dinner plans, so at least I didn’t get dressed just to go downstairs. That would suck.

Tonight we went to dinner with Jake’s Dad, Gale. He had said we were going to Jordan’s (a place in the next town over I do believe, I’ve never been there and Jake says last time he went was before he could drive?) and that he’d pick us up at 5:30. Which is always a score, I like being driven places. Turns out it was good we were getting a lift, because we did not go to Jordan’s. We went to the italian place just down the road from where we live (so them picking us up on the way makes total sense), which was good because I know the food, but I was actually looking forward to going to a new place. When we got there we found out that Nancy’s (Gale’s wife) kids and their kids were coming too, so there was a giant table reserved in the centre of the dining room for all of us. Only half of them (Diana & Andrew and their kids Isabelle & Cassandra) showed up, but I do prefer them to the other 4.

I had chicken parm over penne, oh man it was delicious. I ate half of it, which I was surprised by because it was a HUGE pile of food (as all the food at this place is) so I was proud of my little inhabitant for keeping out of the way of my stomach and letting me get a good amount of food in. I would’ve felt bad if I only ate a small amount because even though we would’ve brought it home, I feel bad not eating much when someone else is paying and they won’t know if I finish it or not. I would’ve eaten more but it all of a sudden turned unpleasant. Hopefully tomorrow it will be amazingly delicious again.

The rest of the evening out was spent with Cassie kicking me (or maybe she was just trying to show me her shoes, they were cute) and Izzy climbing all over me asking lots of questions which I answer as sillily as the questions call for (why isn’t the baby kicking me? because she’s sleeping why is she covered? (by my shirts) because she’s cold. It’s like a blanket for her. Why does she have a blanket in there? etc) and using my boobs as a headrest.

Since we have been home, it has been windy and rainy and more windy and… that’s about it. The wind has calmed down, the light is no longer flickering with each gust, so that’s nice. I don’t think I would’ve been brave enough to write an entry if that had continued.

It’s finally bedtime!! (from the time Jake gets home until actual bedtime, and sometimes even when he’s here on his lunch break, I ask him often if it is bedtime yet. Bed is awesome)

Title = What Mike Rowe’s tshirt says in the episode of Dirty Jobs that Jake is sleeping through right now.