Easter Egg Dying

The Doctor says that at 38 weeks I am 3cm dilated, but I'm not sure I believe her because she over-estimated my status last time I saw her.  Some days I'm very excited to meet our new family addition and some days I wonder how we'll manage.    My concern must be evident as our school crossing guard, Ms. Jennifer, hired herself to help us prepare the house for the baby.  She came over Saturday and got to work cleaning and organizing.  She gave us a list of supplies she needed for the day and the #1 item was: "4 pack Starbucks frappucino."  I love this woman - she totally cracks me up and looks after Charlie and us.  When she arrived we spent 45 minutes hearing about school gossip - somehow she knows everything.  After that Charlie, Diego and I cleared out for the rest of the day given that Martin and Pedro were working on the third floor, Carlos was tiling the bathroom and she was cleaning.  We spent the day cruising around Baltimore, especially the train museum.  Despite being there various times the boys loved it and apparently forgot that they had ever gone before.

On Sunday Cici's family came over for easter egg dying.  I love that Charlie gets so excited about these types of projects.  For days he asked about it, took the work very seriously and carried his basket around all day afterwards.  I hardboiled about 45 eggs and they went through them in NO time.  Then again at least a quarter of them were broken before, during or after the dying.   Here Charlie and Diego are with some of Charlie's eggs - as you can see he was really only interested in the blue/green hue.  He has become very anti-pink & purple.  

Before I go to bed every night I check on the boys and spend a few minutes sitting and admiring how sweet they are when sleeping.   I tell them how much I love them and hope that some how it seeps into their dreams.  Diego always looks angelic and Charlie looks like he is contemplating the world in his sleep.  The other night he had a seemingly ferocious nightmare and when I went in to comfort him he said he was devastated because I didn't let him have chocolate frozen yogurt.  How can that possibly be a nightmare worth screaming about?