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Okay, first you should know that I don't have my laptop for the next few weeks. It needed repairs and they had to ship it off. It was a semi-tearful good-bye, but I stayed strong and let the nice guy (geeksquad?) at Best Buy take it. How did I ever survive before without a computer and internet?

In other news, we finally got the garage painted! So really, that means we are almost done. Almost. I have to paint the trim, but it's the garage, so there isn't a lot of trim. Oh, and I have to touch-up the blue where I accidently painted it white (who put me on paint duty??). We have to finish the front porch steps. By "we" I mean Bryan. And he is almost done with the back fence, just a few more top boards and we are d.o.n.e. with that project. Really all that leaves for a project is the kitchen. We have ordered our granite and hopefully we can get it done this winter (please pray for us).

Bryce looooves preschool. I hear from 7:30 am until 11:15 am "When am I going to school?" or "Is it time to take me yet?". And he doesn't have school on Wednesdays, so there is mutiny. But he's doing really well, he is a terrible writer, but loves learning the letters and their sounds and numbers and stuff. We'll work on the writing. Rix is not the best writer either, so it must be genetic, and I have great handwriting, so I can only conclude one thing. It comes from their father.

In preschool they get stickers on their hands so that we know they were good that day. One day, Bryce came home with a sticker on each hand. I said "Bryce! What's with all the stickers?" And he looked at each and I said "I was two good!" Get it? Too good? Two good? Anyway, I thought it was funny.

Oh, and if you haven't heard, which would sort of shock me because Bryan is basically telling everyone including the grocery check-out lady and random people at church, but I'm pregnant. I'm about 7 weeks, and already sick. Ugh. And tired. Last night I was in bed at 8:30. And weird that I get really excited about things like that. Early bed time? I must be getting old. I have my first ultrasound in a little over a week. And no, we are not finding out the sex of the baby. Unless there are babies, then we will. But we will not joke about me having twins (or, yikes, more) because it's not funny. Really. It's not. I would die.

Cole is definitely my child. He saw Bryan's BB gun and got all excited because he wanted to go outside and shoot it. What did he want to shoot? The weeds. Yup. Like not animals or trees or the obnoxious cat the hangs out on the trampoline. He wanted to shoot weeds.

I'm feeling overwhelmed with housework lately. Laundry is piling up, and I can't put it away fast enough. The floors always look dirty. The carpet needs cleaning. Legos are multiplying and replenishing in the boys room and spilling out into the living room. And they hurt to step on. Every Saturday I do a deep clean of bathrooms and the kitchen and all the floors, and make sure all rooms are cleaned, but by Sunday afternoon you'd never know. I need a new game plan. And more energy. Too bad baby+lots of caffeine don't mix.

On a side note, Burn Notice comes back in November. Bryan and I got Netflix, and we have really enjoyed spending time together watching our shows. We don't really watch TV often, but when our Netflix DVD comes, we'll watch a couple episodes together. Of course, we love Burn Notice, but it's on hiatus until next month, so we have been catching up on Leverage (LOVE that show!) and Lie to Me. Netflix has past seasons of these shows, so we get to watch them without commercials. Really the best thing ever. We also love to get together on a Friday or Saturday night and make a big plate of messy nachos with all the fixings and eat and eat and eat and watch a movie. We call it Nacho Night (really creative, I know) and it's on our calander at least once a month. My waistline can't take those nights too often though!

Rix is also loving school. He loves learning new things. He is by far a math child, and will do his math homework without me asking. But anything that requires writing he fights me on. "NO!!! Not the write to self!!!" My English Teacher side is saying, you will love it! You can be creative and silly and it's okay! But my mom side is saying, just write a couple sentences now and we'll do a little bit later. Like baby steps. For writing. Yikes. He also still has the strong desire to be first in everything. Carissa told me that one day he said to her "I was first in line today to go into class from recess!" and she said "How did you do that?" and he said "I stood in the spot where our class lines up for the whole recess!" Really? Instead of playing and running and socializing, he felt it was more important to be first in line to go back to class. That is Rix for you!