Of Babies, Teeth, Kids and Dogs

Is that a random enough title for you?  I warn you now, this will be a random post.  I have all these thoughts that I should post, but none of them really relate.  So, I hope you're not too asleep to follow! First, for those of you whom we have not told, we are pregnant.  Yes, Jennie, we're having another baby!  Yesterday was supposed to be the magical day when we found out what flavor of baby we were having.  Unfortunately, the lady doing the sonogram was not very proficient.  It took her a REALLY long time to do the sonogram, and she would never definitively say what our baby was.  So, sorry.  You're going to have to wait with us.  She did say she THOUGHT it was a girl, but I'm not sure I want to take her word for it.  So, we have definitely narrowed it down to either a boy or girl.  And unfortunately for Emily, it is not twins (she informed me yesterday morning that Dora the Explorer's mom had two babies and maybe we could too)!  My doctor did say he will think of a reason to order another sonogram in a couple of months, so hopefully we'll still know before the baby actually gets here!  On the teeth subject, Robbie lost (er, had pulled) his fifth tooth yesterday.  Woo hoo!  It was really gangly looking and was almost all the way out, so Jon convinced Robbie to let him pull it.  And he did.  And Robbie didn't even cry.  So, the tooth fairy came last night, and Robbie is, of course, ecstatic! Maybe the kids and dogs subject does go together.  See, somehow we have become the home for lost children and pets.  Well, not really, but it's starting to feel like it.  I now have the privilege of watching a 9-year old boy, everyday, all day, for the rest of the summer.  But why, Aubrey?  Why would you do something like that?  Apparently, I am just really nice (or crazy or any other word you would like to insert here) and a lady I visit teach at church needed help.  So, I'm helping.  That's what we do.  Needless to say, life has been fun.  The thing I have learned the most is that if you want to appreciate your own kids, watch someone else's for a while.  It's not that the kid I'm watching isn't good, it's just that he's not my own kid.  I'm grateful for my own kids who know me, and my rules, and what makes me nuts, and what makes me happy.  And I love my kids.  So, it's hard, but it's a good lesson to be reminded of. As for the dog, we are watching one for some friends.  Jon and I tried the dog thing briefly, but decided we were frankly too lazy.  It was a lot of work.  Anyway, we had a dog join the household yesterday for the next 10 days.  That's right, the 3 kids and the extra kid weren't enough already.  The dog is actually very good, thankfully.  It's kinda amusing though.  She follows us EVERYWHERE!  Last night I just wanted to get a drink, and I tried to sneak out of the room without her seeing (I know, how juvenile.  I'm trying to hide from a dog!) and didn't make it.  She slept in our room, and her collar jangled every time she moved, so I spent the whole night dreaming that I was wearing a skirt with bells on it.  Hilarious.  It's kinda like having another kid, but one you can send outside and not worry about.  I guess if I had to sum up this very long and rambling post, it would have to be with this thought.  That which doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.  So, check back it a couple of weeks to see if I am dead!  Love you all!