Cussin'

The kids and I were watching some logging being done near the house, which was our little field trip since we've been reading about big machines in school. The man on the skidder (aren't you impressed with my knowledge of logging terms?) was having trouble getting through a tight spot where some logs were in the way. Even over the noise of the machine we could hear him let out a curse word.
I was wondering if the kids noticed, and would try repeating this new word. Camie answered that for me when she asked me, "Why did he say 'Jam!'?"

I guess that'd be because he found himself in one. When I told Matt about it, he said, "Yeah, and if there are two more guys there one will  shout "Peanut Butter!" and the other "Bread!". Then the expletives really start flying, "Jam Jam Jam! Peanut Butter! Bread! Peanut Butter! Bread!"
After all that I guess they would have worked up and appetite and have to take a lunch break. :)


Micah came in from playing outside to tell me they found a buried treasure chest or a secret passage way; they weren't sure which, but it was something wooden. He took me to the excavation site in the side yard where Felicity was using a small metal pipe to flick pieces of dirt out of the hole. (Kids would refer to this as digging.) I had to break the news to them that it was a piece of landscaping timber left over from years ago from a small flower bed. Camie still held onto the hope that it was a dinosaur bone.

And here's the only baby-belly shot I think I've gotten so far this pregnancy. Camie took this on her birthday, Feb. 6, when I was 30 weeks and in need of a haircut. Now I'm 33 1/2 weeks, and despite waddling more and feeling even more pregnant, I feel better because yesterday I got my hair cut. No more cow-lick bangs. Yea!