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NESTING, as defined by the internet: "Around the fifth month of pregnancy, the "nesting" instinct can set in. This is an uncontrollable urge to clean one's house brought on by a desire to prepare a nest for the new baby, to tie up loose ends of old projects and to organize your world."

etsy seller

Does baking a 7 pound ham for just Christian and I to eat count as a sign that I'm nesting? How about bringing home lots of free stuff (2 couches, a piano, 4 chairs, a dresser, 3 bookshelves, and a bench) in the past month? I don't really think so...but I'm hoping for signs of this instinctive mother-to-be nesting phase...I just don't feel anything close to it yet.  I only see a desperate mama bird collecting other people's throw-aways and cooking way too much food for dinner (stuff I'm likely to do at any given time in my life). The only uncontrollable urge I have is...nothing. I have an urge to do nothing.

I think nesting would be more natural for me, if all I had to do was build an actual nest!! Fitting pieces of twigs together sounds like a breeze! I've never really been an organizer, or very particular about how I clean stuff, and I don't really make things pretty. I'm not careful when I fold clothes, and I rarely iron anything. I also have a bad habit of forgetting where things go...or not even assigning things a place to begin with. I have an entire room of "projects" that need all of those things, and worst of all, I don't really mind living in this chaos!

And THAT is why I am really counting on this nesting instinct to kick in--to bring some type of method to my madness. And for Christian's sake (can you even imagine what it's like living with me??), I hope it's sooner rather than later.

Nothing like a sunburn and a crazy man in a Speedo

a few things to note about my most recent trip to Bear Lake...So, there was quite the performance going on to the north of our beach plot...the speedo man was doing a marching routine to Yankee Doodle. There was a second speedo man, but I figured posting a picture of one man in a speedo was pushing things...
talk about a cute beach outfit! For a baby--not for me. I must admit, this boy has no relation to me...my camera just has a super-awesome zoom (as if it wasn't apparent from the first photo). These were our beach neighbors to the South--much more civilized and sober.
Every year my family gives out meaningless awards...this buried young man received the "best beach body" award...no explanation necessary. Last year Christian received "the short bus" award...this year he shared a mini harp award with two others who forgot their underwear. We still have no idea what the harp has to do with forgetting your underwear--any ideas? Luckily for Christian, it was a short trip.


oh, Bear Lake! I miss it already.