Rumor Control

So I heard a rumor the other day that I may have inadvertently started, but certainly haven't perpetuated...

Rumor has it that Andrew and Linda are having twins!

Rumor can talk all it wants, but as of today, March 28, there is NO DEFINITE PROOF of that. The midwife hasn't ruled out twins, but also hasn't heard more than one heartbeat. The midwife's words are something along these lines: "Twins can mirror each other so that you only hear one heartbeat, and weight gain isn't necessarily an indicator of twins. Neither is the way a mother measures during pregnancy. It's a possibility, but not necessarily a probability." This from a woman who gave birth to twins and had no indication she was carrying twins until two months before she delivered. So... Unless we have an ultrasound (which frankly isn't in the budget) or I give birth to more than one baby, it's ALL RUMOR. We'll certainly inform everyone if there is more than one baby - sometime in May or June.

Now... If the thought of us having twins is merely something else for people to talk about, please continue to talk. But please also keep in mind that twins - while they would be welcome at our house and Savannah and Margaret both WANT them because I would stop working at the temple - aren't a definite.

If you ask LeGrand, we're not only having twins, I'm also going to give birth to a puppy. He's also only two, and I don't really take advice from him. He just wants a puppy. Twins or not, the only definite to this equation is that there is definitely a baby on the way. In a short two months or so.

And now... I'm off to make breakfast for the rest of the hungry brood.

Disgusting...

There are few things more disgusting than being barfed on at 2:30 in the morning by a child that you thought was just fussing because she was uncomfortable. I guess comfort comes in many different forms. After all, My tummy ALWAYS feels better after throwing up... just never on someone else.

Overhead while sleeping...

Before I go into details, I have to explain that Savannah was responsible for ALL the meals yesterday (Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner...) She did a fabulous job with help from Mom, and is rapidly on her way to becoming an excellent cook.

Now to the story...

As I was waking up yesterday morning, I heard Margaret talking to Andrew. This is the conversation:

M: "Dad, you know those little round chocolate balls? That chocolate cereal that looks like Poop but tastes like Chocolate? Those are Cocoa Puffs.
We're having them for breakfast."
A: "What else are we having?"

Savannah made delicious smoothies, toast, and for those who could get the image of cocoa puffs looking like poop but tasting like chocolate out of their heads, cocoa puffs were included.

Lunch was Submarine Sandwiches and chips with Cranberry Juice to drink.

Dinner was Tortellini Alfredo with Broccoli and Ham. Garlic Breadsticks on the side, and Kool-Aid to drink. We had sherbet for dessert. There were no leftovers for ANY of the meals.