splits, Christmas all over again, and Grace

I'm just going to go ahead and reveal the moral of this story.

Don't try and do the splits while 6 months pregnant. Further more, don't try doing them when you haven't done them since you were 8 in gymnastics. You WILL injure your whowho.

It all started when I got the bright idea to speed walk with Grace to my moms house one morning. It was a delightful day (ok, it was cold and windy). It felt like 7 or 8 pounds of baby "stuff" (meaning, placenta, water, fat ect....) was sitting on top of my pubic bone. Thus making it really uncomfortable to speed walk. Running was even worse. Anyways, needless to say my whowho wasn't in the best of shape when I got to my moms (who wasn't home, so I headed over to the Deerings house where all the women in my family, bar my grandma, were chatting). I wanted to stretch, thinking it might help the pain on the left side of my body.
Well in walks Katelyn my 14 year old, hot, skinny cousin. She processed to show us how she could do the splits. Dude,you guys, I don't know what came over me. But something did, and I was all...
"hey, I can do that"
And then I did...well not all the way, but close enough. I was really impressed. I was thinking "puh, look at me. Fat, 6 months pregnant, and out of shape. STILL doing the splits!"
It turns out I am a lefty. Meaning my left leg is more flexible than my right.
I was feeling pretty good about myself...till night hit. I laid down to watch a movie, and when I got up my whowho would never be the same. Seriously...nothing in my life, could have prepared me for that injury.
Whats that your saying....this is to personal to be posting on the Internet. Well you came to the wrong blog if you feel that way.
Also, today I seriously had a 2nd chance at Christmas. Seriously...I can't remember being so giddy.
What could possible have put this much happiness in my life? I'll tell you. I discovered the magic of the coin less laundry mat down the street from me.
What started out as a overwhelming day of laundry, turned into one of the happiest days of my life. Guys, seriously, I may have found my guilty pleasure.
I had AT LEAST 7 loads of laundry to wash, dry, fold and put away. KILL ME! I won't even go into the fact that I start to breath hard while turning over in bed. How the hell was I going to get through 7+ loads of laundry?
I'll tell you. Our comforter had pee all over it. No, not because I sneezed and accidentally peed at night. Grace peed the bed. So I had to go down there to wash it anyways. I was begrudging doing that. When all of the sudden heaven spoke to me.
"Jami, wash all your laundry at the same time"
It was, without a doubt the GREATEST idea I have even had in my life. So Spencer helped me load up ALL the thing in our house that needed to be washed, and away we went. I put 7 loads in 7 different washers. Then used the more expensive front load one to wash the comforter. They all began at the same time. They all finished at the same time. THEN I put all of them in different dryers. THEN when they were done, there were huge counter tops everywhere to fold all your laundry. GUYS, it was laundry heaven. I want to go back every other week to do all my laundry. I got to sit there and read while doing laundry...in less than an hour it was all done. I just had to take it home and put it away. I am getting happy just reliving the experience! If you are feeling down about laundry, take my word...go to the laundry mat, and love your life.

There are many things that Spencer is good at. Being a dad is one of them. Spencer is a remarkable dad. Its one of the biggest reasons I adore him. BUT he is very good at tuning Grace out while in the car.
Well usually, after Grace has been shouting his name for a minuet, I say something to the affect of
"Spencer, listen to your daughter."
Well the other day Grace was trying to get Spencer's attention. All of the sudden she says
"Spencer, listen to your daughter..."
Being a parent is the best!