Pockets

Isaiah and I passed the afternoon by playing with cars and learning about pockets. I was laying on the couch (trying to be passively involved in the playing) while Isaiah zoomed his car up and down my leg. Suddenly, he looked at my face and said, "Mommy, pocket. Pocket, mommy." He then proceeded to shove his toy truck in my pocket only to retrieve it a moment later. He paused and then said, "My pocket, mommy." And I tried to explain that he had no pockets because he was only wearing his boxers (yes, he was partially clothed for a change). But before I could explain completely, he spied his fly, and exlaimed "POCKET!" In went the truck, off went the boy and closed went mommy's eyes.

Dreaded Morning Sickness

Ah...morning sickness...my old friend. I haven't missed you at all but apparently, you have missed me. You stay by my side from morning till night, barely missing a moment. I've even lost all desire to knit in your delightful company. I must tell you, however, that I plan on getting rid of you in the next week. You heard right: the ginger root is coming!!! We'll see how well you stand up to crackers, water, and oh so bland food. Your end comes near!!!