Ruth-isms

I'm collecting special comments from Ruth this week:

Those look like magic. Are those magic, Daddy?

I'm going to poop, so you probably should.... *waves me back*

You still freak out about being late.

Hurray!

My brother called last night to say that he and his wife are 12 weeks pregnant with their first baby! We are so happy and excited! They've been trying for about 2 years and were starting early fertility treatments and other medical options to assist and have been successful. Ruth 4.10 predicts a girl. May 7.7 predicts a boy. (Actually, just before bed time last night she revised her prediction to a cross between a boy and a girl. *cringe* Not a sensitive thing to say to someone who had trouble getting pregnant and has some endocrine issues that were causing problems with pregnancy.) Overall, the girls are just overjoyed. They are saying, "We are going to have a cousin!" as if they don't already have any. They actually have 5, but they are so much older that my girls don't really realize they are cousins!

I'm on pins and needles today as the potential lease for the new site for Ruth's preschool goes through the final approval stages (zoning and otherwise). Cin said that the school is already receiving calls from people who've heard of our proposed location and are interested in enrolling. Yay! Praying it all goes well.

Nothing Says "Happy Birthday, Daddy!" Like Puking in His Bed

Happy Birthday to the love of my life!
He was awakened, as was I, at 5:45 this morning when Rose 1.2 threw up in our bed. At those moments, I'm always grateful that we only use waterproof mattress pads. At those moments, I'm also the receptacle used for the vomit; my pajamas catch it all and in an effort to let the poor, sick child sleep, I lay there cuddling her throughout all the rest of it. She threw up about 6 times in the next 2 hours; the whole time she would heave and be asleep before she was done.
This on top of the two ear infections she was diagnosed with on Tuesday.

Our birthday plans may have to change. We were planning on going bowling this afternoon with family. I expect that I'll be staying home from that and also from the yummy dinner we were all planning for at Bonefish Grill. *sigh* Maybe I can request that they bring me the huge brownie from Bonefish (and just the brownie) for my dinner.

Well, the auction is over. It was a huge success as far as the evening went. The room was beautiful. The emcee and auctioneer were hilarious. The crowd had fun. The glitches were nothing too major. The fund raising was only mediocre, but for our first attempt at a large formal party, it went amazingly well. We learned a lot. In a month or so we need to start planning for next year. I harbor a great secret fear that no one will step up to run it and it will fall on me. I really enjoyed my part in it this year - the production of the event. I did not have to hire the tech company or speak or line up speakers. I got to hire a caterer, arrange for volunteers, organize the auction, collect the money.

I've been offered a job. Spitz' partners at work have periodically asked if I was interested in working for them, but they've never all agreed they were comfortable with the idea. Spitz came home Thursday after having been approached by N with a request that I take over some of what their CPAs do. It would be paid, part time, flexible and seems like every dr. partner is fine with it this time. They would want it to start after they move into the new building in the fall. I'm waiting on more info on what the functions are and how many hours it typically takes the CPAs right now. But I'm a little excited. More surprising is that Spitz is willing to talk part time preschool for Rose! He is so against it in general, but would consider it for me to be able to work with him.

So much to think about!