What a team. I cut the front, huffed and puffed and went slow, and one handed Jeff cut the back. I'm sure we were a sight to see. And then later on in the evening, the new neighbor was worried that his van was parked too close to the grass. He said his wife saw me struggling with the lawn mower. He was going to move the van for us. Hello, 9 month pregnant woman struggle cutting grass. Of course Jeff left that part out, so now my neighbor must just think I'm just fat. I think that is much worse. Thanks a lot Jeff. Jess loves when we cut grass, always asking when we are going to do it next if she sees the grass getting taller. Although she is scared of the loud sound the lawn mower makes, this week she didn't show it. She always gets out her lawn mower, and this week was walking along side Jeff (most of the time in his way). And loves to help empty the bag. She thinks she's really important.

I brought out Jessica's easel and paints and she enjoyed painting outside for a good hour. Then we were hot and flushed, and it was time to come in and make dinner. I let her use her new "squeezable paint brushes". They are pretty nice, although run out of paint quickly, but I'm sure they are refillable, just a pain to refill I'm sure. I really need to buy poster board, a nice big thick surface for painting. I tried looking in the basement for some, and couldn't find any. I did grab some stickers for her to use. Miss smarty was putting them on the sides so the wind didn't pick up her drawing, how smart. And I brought some rags out for her to keep clean, and Miss Clean was wiping up all the spills as she was going, maybe she is catching onto the cleaning bug I have. I just wish she'd do it with her toys. She tried to be helpful at dinner time and grabbed the huge pitcher of koolaid out of the fridge, what a mess. Jeff tried to grab it in time, but just ended up with a cherry flavored bandaid. Oh well, it'll give the doctor something to talk about on Monday when they change his bandaid.

Still have to straighten up the laundry room area before FIL comes over to fix the washing machine. Always something to get us to clean, as if we don't do it enough. I guess it's a good thing, that area needed to be finished, and we haven't been motivated to do it. I think I'll enlist Jeff's help before we go to bed. He has to work tomorrow, then do some grocery shopping, so I need to finish my list. Among 500 other things this evening.