Oops, that was an...

Nine - not an 8. Really just one number can make the difference.

Today I had a farmer call in asking questions about crops - I directed him to the MN Farmers Hotline (there is such a thing!). I gave him the number, happy to help. A few minutes later I get another call through and it's the same farmer.
Farmer: "I'm wondering if you could have given me the wrong number?"
Me: "Hmmm... well that's what my resource sheet says?"
Farmer: "Well, it was a 'are you lonely' number."
Me: "Bwwaaaaahhhh!"
Okay, I did not really laugh that hard in his ear; however, I certainly laughed that hard when I got off the phone! I gave him a '8' instead of a '9' and one digit made the difference. Not sure how funny he thought any of that was but I've been giggling to myself all day about it! :)

8 Month Attire...

So, I've resorted to wearing my camo hunting jacket because it's about the only thing that fits - okay, kinda fits and is warm at this point. I've decided that if I wear camo - it helps hide the belly, you can hardly even see it! I also wore a dress today - yep, running out of options for outfits so a dress is part of my rotation. The best part is that it's black and I'm pretty sure it makes me look at least 5'5" and slimming. :) I'm afriad that yellow crocs might just be the next thing that I'll be forced into wearing on a daily basis for lack of anything else that fits! :) Oh the joys! :)

Making Muffins...

The Helper...

Damon was changing the oil on the truck and needed help - good thing Asher was around with a wrench in hand, he got the job done! :)

This morning we were outside 'doing wood' - piling, cutting, splitting, etc... I was piling up wood when Ash looks at me and says, "What doin'?" I say, "I'm piling wood." He says as he's nodding his head 'yes', "Oh, okay." Such a supervisor!

He also found himself a hammer. A hammer that he would use for a good hour as a 'splitter'. He sat on the ground with the same piece of wood: set it up, tap with hammer, it would fall over and he'd repeat the cycle. He was so proud of himself for helping out - I only wish I would have had my camera! :)

He's growing so fast and every day continues to pick up on the different things that we do every day. He likes to help with dishes, do recycling, sweep the floor and flush the toilet (this last one is so helpful!). All of which take extra time and energy on my half but I love that he is interested in 'helping'. It seems like every day he changes before our eyes - we're so blessed to have the opportunity to watch him grow!

Happy Halloween!

First, I must say that Asher was not interested in dressing up for Halloween - so the fact that we don't just have one but multiple pictures of him in his costume is a miracle! We were able to enjoy a walk around the neighborhood and I think Ash really enjoyed trick-or-treating!

Step One: Have daddy get the dragon dressed so mama could at least get one picture before he throws himself down in a screaming temper tantrum...

Step Two: Hurry up and get him outside (his favorite place to be)
and he'll be golden for at least a few minutes... Step Three: The break down. Throw yourself onto the floor in
attempts to get the stupid dragon costume off! :) Besides spending the evening with my boys - I think my favorite part of the night was at Ron and Vicki's house. Asher was generously helping himself to the bowl of candy (as I was generously putting the handfuls back into the bowl) and I say to Asher, "What do we say when someone is nice and gives us something?" He looks at me and says, "More?".

Lessons Learned...

This is not 'mother of the year award' material for all of you mothers out there - I know better but couldn't stop taking pictures of the sequence of events as they happened,
it's the artist in me! :)

Look what I found!

It's bringing him such joy - I mean, look at that smile!

Putting around your neck - definitely not a good idea. I'm pretty sure in between taking pictures I told him he should stop.

It's so stretchy and fun! How could this possibly be bad for me mama!?

I didn't get the last picture in this frame due to excessive crying ... but I think you probably get the idea of what happens next...

At Work...

One of my co-workers started in August - so she hasn't ever known me, minus the belly. Today at work she says, "I'm kinda excited to know you in a year from now. I don't even know what you look like or who you are without being pregnant." I informed her that when I'm not pregnant I'm typically 5'10", skinny and have blonde hair - she won't even recognize me. :)