Pretending It's Summer

So Saturday night Jeremiah took time off of studying to run some errands with us. We finally got our federal tax return and decided to get an elliptical, but after looking at a few we decided that we don't know a whole lot of anything about ellipticals and figured we ought to do some homework about them first. We took Hayden to the Disney store and Jeremiah did some shopping for some church shoes. While Jeremiah was in Macy's, I took the kids to see the Easter Bunny. It was actually kind of a sad thing, because they both waved with super excitement at the bunny in costume, but it cost $16 to visit the bunny and get a picture, and I just couldn't swallow the idea of paying that amount. Hayden, however, with no concept of money, was really confused as to why he could not sit on the Easter Bunny's lap like the other kids. I understand he won't remember the next day (well, he might, he sort of remembers all sorts of things I wish he wouldn't) but I was still a bit teary-eyed when Roman was waving like a prom queen and yelling "HI!" and Hayden was begging to sit on his lap. Maybe next year right?

Well Saturday was in the 30s *surprise, surprise, right?* and you could still see snow on the ground (*sniff*) but we promised the kids ice cream if they were good at the mall, so we drove to Netty's, a local ice cream shop that is actually quite good. They each got a kiddie cone, Jeremiah got a lime freeze, and I got a chocolate malt shake, but a small one so as to not have too much sugar. It was a blast watching the kids eat ice cream cones, especially Roman, who'd never had one and made a huge mess but loved it all the same. Except that it took him half hour to eat his cone and they went to bed a bit later than normal, it was quite nice to get out of the house as a family and just hang out. I felt more like myself than I have in awhile!

On a bright note, some of you know that I failed my glucose tolerance test on Tuesday, and I was scheduled for a 3-hour test on Thursday. My doctor's office isn't open on Fridays, so I didn't find out until today whether I passed that test. I was quite worried I wouldn't, and I was sad that I would have to watch a strict diet with this pregnancy. Well, party on, I passed the test! All of my numbers were quite short of the cut-off line for gestational diabetes, and I was relieved. Since I was pre-diabetic with Roman, Jeremiah and I both agreed that I should still watch my sugar intake, which means probably no blueberry doughnuts from Giant Eagle, which is a huge sacrifice, but at least I can be a little bit more relaxed about my diet.

Hayden eating his cone. Well, not exactly the cone, since he thought it was weird to eat the "bowl" holding his ice cream. He is searching through the "Birthday Express" catalog and planning his Spiderman/Cars/Transformers birthday party.

Roman with an ice cream beard. Isn't he cute no matter what?

This was actually taken Friday, but I have to say Roman loves to wear Jeremiah's "ats". So much that no matter where Jeremiah puts them so he can find them later, Roman always finds them and puts them somewhere else. Roman would also be the happiest baby on the block if he had a sucker in his mouth and Playhouse Disney on TV.