yes, they know...

of course they know. Either that or they would believe that I swallowed a pumpkin. (see pic of me from last night here.)

But the real question, are they excited? Most certainly. There have been countless overheard conversations between C & W and with their friends.

Wesley's already become quite nurturing. He asks to go to Babies R Us and Target to the baby section, so we can shop for the baby. A few of his recent comments:

-"Mommy, babies like music, so I'm going to sing to the baby."
-"I'm going to paint a blanket for the baby because babies get cold."
-and today, while making the bed in the guest room/future nursery Wes brought in his personalized blanket with trains. Why? "Babies like trains. So our baby needs my blankie. Its okay. I can use my dinosaur one."

Carson is much more interested in talking about the baby than caring for it. He's all about kissing my belly in front of friends, telling everyone and his great uncle that his mommy has a baby in there [well, duh! did you see that beach ball at 16 weeks?! (link above)]. And he has tons of questions. Each morning, while Wes wants to see my belly button, Carson wants to know how big it is today? and if it has ears? and how long are its fingers?

Of course, the room is planned to their liking. If Wes has anything to do with it, there will be a red ceiling and an orange wall. Sorry, boys. Pop-Pop painted it a gorgeous yellow under 2 years ago. Its staying yellow. Even though its no one's favorite color. That's okay. Really.

Carson will be 5.5 tomorrow

and he hasn't stopped reminding us. I don't know? Do we make a half a cake? Get half cupcakes? Pour half a cup of milk? And what about gifts? Well, he thought that for sure he'd get at least a tiny gift. Um, no. Nothing planned.

And since Wes will be celebra (that's celebrating, but only half of it) his 3.5 birthday on Sunday (hey, when you're born on August 29, you get to celebrate with a lot of other people on March 1, huh?) he's been making his birthday list. Except, like every 3.5 year old he thinks his birthday list means he'll be getting everything that's on there. And, therefore, all those Christmas catty's that we thought we recycled 2 months ago? They've resurfaced.

Really?

Really? I haven't posted since SEPTEMBER?! Who am I kidding with this blog? Okay, admittedly, I'm a bit addicted to Facebook and attempting to figure out how to follow twitter without getting lost and losing all my time.

So October came and went. And November, with apparently a little bump in it, though I never knew. And then the first week of December brought on quite a surprise. I was sick. As in nauceous. All. The. Time. Couldn't-stay-awake-kinda-sick. And if you haven't heard by now, yes, that sickness will inevitably lead to another little August Pron. Uh huh. August. (Thus the November bump.)

So, following the holidays, we traveled to Mexico for a travel review of a new resort, Azul Sensatori owned by Karisma Resorts. I've started the series and have about 2 more weeks to go.

Its a busy time from a laptop POV because I'm also doing a weekly ## Weeks Pregnant series on MWS as well as my normal reviews (which have baaaaccckkked up.) And then I've taken on a column of sorts over on Car & Caboodle. Part is due next week. Just wait til you hear Steve's take on the car brands we're premitted to consider. Should we consider. If we consider.

Of course, I don't mind mentioning that we, at least, don't have to pay taxes on a car right now. (with a tiny little wahoo to that stimulus package. And that's all I'll say about that :roll eyes:.)

Wait, I'm not done. While I was just starting to get sick it was, of course, holiday season. And you know what holiday season means to a retailer? Not just a retailer, but a retailer who volunteers at school. Particularly this one, who chaired the annual shopping bazaar, raffle and art show. Yeah. Passing that one on to my friend Bridget next year. Yay Bridget!

And the holidays. Thank goodness for Santa. THANK GOODNESS. We have a *really* good Santa connection, too. Its called writing reviews.

Okay. Enough about me. I know, you really want to know about the kids.