Hey friends. So I thought although we do all meaningful announcements and important details on Facebook nowadays, I didn't want there to be hard feelings. I still love my blog, I do. Facebook is just easier to get a hold of on short notice. We have more in common. Facebook doesn't ask me for extended commitments. But here is an offering. A little blog about our latest and greatest.
Of course, the big news is that we just can't stop procreating and we don't care who knows it. Little Potus Warner will be with us the end of May, hopefully after school is adjourned so we can all sit around and do nothing all summer. I have actually been pleasantly surprised at how nice people have been, and specifically how few people have made jokes about you know, having too many children. I guess people in Utah know how to be cool about it. We are of course terrified to have five children and think this is a terrible idea for us to be in charge of that many little people, but nonetheless we are extremely excited and completely confident this little stinker belongs. I'm struggling with pronouns when I talk about said baby, because we will not be finding out how we should dress the little bugger until he/she makes their grand debut. We figure with two of each and more baby stuff than we should ever have hung on to, there's really no reason not to make delivery a little more suspenseful.
I can talk about this all now so positively because we are almost to the finish line on the part of pregnancy I like to refer to as Absolute Misery. I feel like I've been sicker with this one than any pregnancy to date, and poor Jessie has given up hoping I'll put in a load of laundry or make a real dinner. But luckily for the poor widower, things seem to be picking up this week and hopefully I'l be out plowing the fields and power shopping again soon and all will be right with the world.
The children are all very ecstatic to be getting a new sibling, particularly the part where I sit in bed all day and they run around doing and eating whatever they want. Attempts to reinstate rules and discipline have been met with skepticism and a general disbelief that we are serious, so they'll probably be watching five hour cartoon marathons and subsisting on crackers and halloween candy a bit longer. They do enjoy inspecting my stomach and informing me how much fatter I'm getting every twenty minutes, so that's immensely gratifying for all of us. Also they want food whenever I want food and since I eat every 45 minutes that's fun.
Anyway, that's the skinny on our lives the last two months. It's been real. Peace out.
