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Yesterday was a gorgeous day. A little on the warm side for me, but Cailin enjoyed it thoroughly. We played outside a lot. Cailin even gave her twin babies a bath in the water table. Not exactly planned on my part, but they did dry out okay in the sun. Well, one still has water trapped in the feet, but I can't seem to get them to drain out. She's currently napping with that water-filled baby so I'll try again later. I'm thinking she needs a water baby type doll to play with outside. You know, one that's impervious to the elements. It would be a good candidate to take camping as well.

It never fails - every time I wear my nasty green and white striped Old Navy shirt, someone stops by. It's a fairly unflattering shirt, but still fits over my rather large baby bump and it's extremely soft. It's a little worn, and a little ugly so I never wear it in public.

My hair was a mess from playing outside in the wind, my house was a terrible disaster and Cailin had just been convinced to put on a pull up (whew) when the doorbell rang. It was yet another alarm system salesman. I sighed. We just turned down a fancy system because it was too costly to install and the monthly fee was outrageous. However, this guy wasn't a salesman, he was on the promotional team - and giving away free alarm systems if we could be a 'promo home'. It's a straight forward system, nothing too fancy and the monthly fee is almost half of what the competition wanted. They give us the system, install it for free and all we have to do is display their sign in the front of the house.

I didn't take too long to think about it. I have wanted an alarm system ever since all this weird stuff has been happening around the block. I would have felt much better sleeping downstairs while Ryan was away if we had an alarm system protecting Cailin upstairs. While we don't have a lot in the way of valuables, the thought of having the police one button away to protect our daughter is very appealing.

I was however, the most embarrassed I've been in a while to invite that poor guy into our cesspool of a house. There were toys and crumbs everywhere. I wasn't expecting guests so I had been lazy all morning, choosing instead to play outside. He was quite taken with Cailin though, and thought she was cute. She decided to show him her new trick - stuffing items down the front of my shirt. Did I mention I was super embarrassed?

After the alarm guy left, it started to storm. It did thunder a little bit before it rained, much to Bailey's utter panic. I was able to get a bunch of pictures of the cherry tree before the storm ripped a lot of the blossoms off. I fell asleep last night listening to the rain pour down outside our window. Since the rain is hitting the ground two inches below our basement window, it has a really neat sound.

I'm really enjoying this basement bedroom arrangement. It is soooo quiet down there! I can't say enough how much I love having the laundry room just across from the bedroom either. We're still fighting with where to put all of Ryan's clothes, but having same-level laundry has been a real blessing.

It was still raining softly when I woke up this morning. It better get all that rain out of its system today because we need dry conditions to get that darn tree cut down tomorrow. I don't even mind the snow that's mixed in with the rain as long as tomorrow is nice. It doesn't have to be hot or anything, just no precipitation! This will be the third Saturday in a row that we've tried to get that blasted poplar tree cut down. My house is completely full of sticky sappy things and I've had enough.

Bailey is the worst offender for the sappy things. She waltzes around in the backyard and gets her paws just loaded with them. She then proceeds to lay on the furniture or bathroom mat and chews them off her feet and spits them everywhere. I'm also convinced that Ryan does a rain dance through them on his way in the front door. The front mat is always covered in them. Cailin uses them to decorate things and sticks them to herself. I broom-vac them at least half a dozen times a day.

Once the tree is gone, we'll be cleaning up the roof and clearing out the gutters. That tree is rotting out the shingles and there is actual grass growing in the gutter. Uh, when I say "we", I actually mean "Ryan". No ladders for this clumsy mommy!