The kids have seemed particularly silly and funny today. I guess that should clue me in that maybe I was relaxed and noticing what's there probably all the time. Tonight Matt was wrestling with all three of them on our bed. I was sitting to one side watching and baby started kicking and squirming. I grabbed Lissy's hand and put it on my belly to feel. "Dat baby tihtin?" I told her it was dancing. She grinned and announced, "My baby dancin' too!" (Her "baby" very often copies what mine is doing.) Then she added, "It's singin' 'Mary Had a Wittle Wam!"
Micah is at the age of repeating and copying whatever either older sister just said or did. So his "baby" kicks too, just like mine and Felicity's. Lissy quickly puts him in his place and explains that he's a boy, so he doesn't have a baby.

Matt is scheduled to have LASIK surgery next Friday morning. He's had glasses since he was in grade-school, and has talked about having this done for several years now. Every summer he dreads the sweaty face around the glasses, inconvenient sunglasses, etc. and working as a mechanic it's a problem laying under machinery with them on. So he's excited and I'm a little nervous; not so much as when he first decided to go ahead with it. The whole procedure takes about 7 minutes, and it's an out-patient ordeal. That's a little bizarre to me. He asked the other day if I wanted to get it done after baby is born. My immediate reply, before I knew I was saying it was, "So then our kids could have two blind parents?!" I'm glad he's going to get to do this and (Lord willing) have normal vision once again. But my glasses aren't that inconvenient to me yet. :)