Soother Update & Book Request

I cut the soothers. I cut two little holes in them yesterday before naptime and then today I cut the two little holes into a much bigger hole. Owen couldn't care less, but Will is definitely not impressed. I think the ear infection is making the whole situation worse for him, but hopefully by the end of the week this will all be resolved.

My plan is to continue cutting more and more of the soothers away until Thursday afternoon when we're heading to my friend Stef's place - she has a sewing business called The Straight Stitch and after posting a plea for blanket ideas on Facebook, she offered to make me some special blankies for the boys which they can pay for with their soothers. I'm hoping that two more nights of annoying, non-sucking, cut up soothers will make the goodbye go a little more smoothly.

The fact that the boys are still sleeping at night, with only about a half hour of whining from William makes me think this is all doable and that we'll be okay. I was expecting absolutely no sleep for a week. Mind you, we haven't gotten rid of the soothers entirely yet, so maybe I shouldn't count my blessings just yet. But still...I thought we'd be having a rougher ride than this already so...fingers crossed. And hopefully this darned ear infection will go away (I would use stronger language here, but am trying to be polite, my granny reads this blog. Mind you, she swears like a sailor. Kidding, I'm kidding granny! Like a sea scout.) and we can be all healthy for, oh, maybe a week?

By the way, the baby is doing just fine. I know I never blog about the poor wee thing, but I am thinking of her constantly, mostly because she's constantly moving around in there. I've had some pretty spectacular kicks and nudges in the last few weeks, making me laugh to myself in the midddle of the night as I wonder "What on earth is she doing in there?!" I often get little feet or hands, or possibly a bum pushing its way out behind my belly-button and there's at least one awkward moment each week when I have a sudden, panicky feeling that I'm about to pee uncontrollably thanks to Little Miss Jumpy wedging a body part deep into my bladder. I forgive her each time though, because there's just something so thrilling knowing she's in there and moving about in what I choose to believe is happiness. I can't wait to meet her.

Now, onto books. I've just finished a very interesting T - Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin - and am now stumped about U. I don't want to read Ulysses. And I've read Under the Tuscan Sun. Please help, I want to get this alphabet list finished before the baby arrives, if at all possible. Something tells me my reading time might be limited for a couple of months once she makes her grand entrance. Any suggestions?