If Josh Ran the Zoo...

You know how people always say that as a parent, you have to pick your battles? Well, when Josh gets it into his head that he wants to wear something specific (for example, flannel Cars PJ pants, a plaid button up shirt, and his striped jacket), that is a battle better left un-fought. Steve snapped a quick picture of him while we were getting in the car. Doesn't he look dashing? In other news, we are still alive and well. I am SO thankful that we live in a house with central air for this pregnancy, because I can remember how miserable the summer we spent in Nuttall Hall was (unless you were sitting within 3 feet of the swamp cooler). Less than 7 weeks of pregnancy to go (hopefully...). I know it hasn't been too hot so far this summer, and I am way grateful for that. Of course, we still have the major spend-most-of-the-day outside holidays coming up (July 4th and 24th) so we'll see how I survive that. This pregnancy has been quite the roller coaster. After the bleeding finally stopped early in the 2nd trimester, then I had to deal with low amniotic fluid levels. But everything is finally looking good (knock on wood). I get to have more ultrasounds to monitor my fluid levels, and let me just say that the dimly lit ultrasound room, with someone massaging jelly on your belly, gets more relaxing every time. I'm afraid I'm going to doze off next time.
Steve is busy with his classes. One of his classes was going to be essentially a repeat of an undergraduate course he took in Logan, so his teacher told him if he would rather not come to class for 4 hours every day for 2 weeks, he could just write a 12 page paper about how he has applied the strategies they talk about in class to his teaching. Of course, being an English teacher, this was a VERY desirable alternative for Steve. He knocked the paper out in a weekend, and now he has 6 of his 12 summer credits under his belt.