If only I had a picture of each girl on a her roller coaster. Joe took them both out on special days over the past week or so, Maya to the Mall of America to and Elle to Como town. Somehow they have both grown tall enough to ride the roller coasters at their respective amusement parks (Como is geared more for littles, but even so this was Elle's first coaster).
I'm about to take Elle on her special day with me (Maya and I hit the Science museum... Elle and I will explore the Children's museum... and yes, I look forward to a day when museums are not the peak of my physical stamina!)
Then there is the alternate sensation of racing down the tracks toward our due date, list of last-minute "to do's" flapping behind me like a banner. So many things are piling up; small half-started projects (prepared crafts and activity ideas for this summer, blog posts for Doing Good Together), combined with huge commitments (a 6-year-old's birthday party.... one last nature adventure?!) that I hope to complete before the baby.
This waiting for baby thing is a wild, wild ride, more so this time than before. Sorry to slap in an overused metaphor, but the herky, jerky way time is passing lately just fit too perfectly.
Gems worth Re-Reading
About Growing Baby Doing Good Together Elliot Rose Family Rituals Fie Flora and Fauna For the Love of Learning Greenish In My Opinion Just for Laughs Just for Me Making Tinkles Maya Mindfulness Mmm... So Tastey NaNoWriMo News of the Day Noveling Photo Friday Sewing Sisterly Love Sweet Dreams The Chicken Ladies the end Tonsils We like to Move It Move It Wonderment