4cm....still waiting

Well we made it to 39 weeks. Only 1 more to go till the due date. I told Lance last night I thought Thursday would be a good day for her to arrive. That would mean Riley was born on the 24th, Owen on the 25th and Baby Girl on the 26th. A cool birth order thing. Of course who knows what she and God have in mind, but that's my thought.

I had a few Owen-isms I wanted to share. I know after Baby Girl arrives, I'll forget completely to write these down so thought I'd do so while they were fresh in my mind -

#1 On the way to preschool yesterday -
"Mom, I think I grew a new freckle."

#2 We'd just come from Owen's practice at another location and stopped to see the end of Riley's at the ball park. Lance was sitting in his truck (it was cold) and we pulled up beside him in my car.

Owen rolled down his window and said to Lance -
"Hey! Did you just blow in from stupid-town??"
(apparently this is a line he got from an episode of SpongeBob)
He cracks himself up. Remind you of anyone else?

#3 Watching a favorite show on t.v. last night, Dirty Jobs. Owen said,
"Hey Mom. If we have a dirty job to do and we don't want to do it, we can just call them, right?"

#4 One night this week after tucking him in bed, "I hope our baby sister comes when it's day time. Cause I don't want to be too sleepy!"

That would be a first for our family. A daytime labor and delivery. Nothing wrong with hoping, right?