Continued...

Ok so I'm back. Will and Keegan are watching Max and Ruby. I love those damn rabbits. The only thing that freaks me out is that there are no parent rabbits. Gramma Rabbit shows up once in a while, but otherwise Ruby is pretty much in charge of Max. I don't know. I don't think I'd be comfortable letting my young rabbits ride the city bus by themselves. And why is Ruby such a good gardener? She's like 7 isn't she? It's a little disturbing. I feel like they might be abandoned and living in that house by themselves..Okay I digress.
So Will came home very proud of himself because he has figured out APPS on the new phones. He didn't mention anything about how to dial, but he can make his phone sound like Darth Vader's light saber, and he downloaded an APP that's a metal detector.
"See!" He exclaimed proudly waving his phone in front of his belt buckle.
"You are a a tool."
I don't think he liked that.
Anyway, I am trying to get my friends and family to just call me because then I can call them all back from the "Missed Call List"
"No, no! I am not going to answer when you call. I just need you to call me."
I am SURE that's going to go over well.
In other news, I have Facebook jealousy. There is some girl who keeps posting to Will's wall. Who IS SHE? And her picture is annoying..it's one of those "I am pressed up soooooo close to my girlfriend's face and we're holding drinks!" pictures that we all have about a thousand of from high school to age 30. Around that time, people are starting to take smooshed up pictures with their kids, or they don't even bother with themselves and just take the picture of their kid.
Anyway, I decided to leave a little 'ol wall message for my hubby, in the hopes that Annoying Facebook Girl will realize his status is MARRIED. I wanted to write: See you naked in an hour, my HUSBAND who I have had one child with and am ridiculously PREGNANT again with OUR SECOND" But I don't feel that great naked right now, and I am afraid if he would have seen it, he might have believed me..soooo...I just said "Blah blah blah my darling husband.." or something cheeky and left it at that.
Will always gives me crap about this guy from high school who responds to my status. I LIKE that someone reads my status. It feels like I have a fan. (just kidding) But I haven't seen the guy in 20 years, so sometimes it's a little weird. In fact, Facebook as a whole is weird. I don't spend too long there because I feel like I am stalking people if I read their homepage or whatever. I don't know..is it really my business to know some of the stuff people post? I can barely keep track of my own shit..Should I really be reading about "Wendy from sixth grade's" shit? However, very interesting that Wendy was able to gain full custody of her son with full child support. YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN? That isn't my business!!!!
Keegan's third birthday party is tomorrow. He officially turns 3 on Monday but we are having family over tomorrow. I had "grandiose" ideas of a taco bar with a Go! Diego Go! theme. However, when I asked my soon-to-be three year old what HE wanted, he announced, "Tractor plates."
Crud.
So the Hispanic theme flew right out the window, and we are grilling instead. And everyone will receive their very own John Deere napkin.
I am a little worried that Keegan really wants to be a farmer someday, and the thing is, I don't think you can "just become a farmer." I am pretty sure you have to be born into farming like Paris Hilton was born into wealth. I am going to wait until he's a little older to explain Paris Hilton to him, because no one should have to be subjected to that talentless goof ball until they're older.
All in all, I am feeling pretty good this week in pregnancy. I say this because I am 31 weeks along, and I have new cute spring maternity clothes. The hilarious part is that if I was NOT pregnant, I would not be so loving these big roomy clothes. I would be appalled that I couldn't set down my wine glass long enough to lose some weight. But right now, I am enjoying anything with a panel..so be it. (What an awful word in fashion by the way: panel. I am sure Heidi Klum has never worn anything with a panel..Sigh.)
I think Will and I have selective memory right now about our baby girl's arrival. I notice we don't talk much about the "crazy days" celebration once she is actually here. Me: a goof with no hormones to level things out.. Will: a "haven't-slept-in five-days-shadow". I am sure Will is secretly happy that I have to buy his birthday present before she gets here. He knows I can't screw it up too badly if I am still on baby hormones.
Well, Keegan is eating his snack and has just asked me to go and get his "Froot Loop" bird..so I have to run.
He likes to look at the stuffed Toucan his BaBa Mike sent from Panama while he eats his cereal. "Momma, it's the same bird!"
Yep. But don't ask me to call your Grandpa and thank him, he has to call us first. Sigh.