Containing a considerable amount of frosting.

Tom's given me orders to have this baby this weekend by suggesting that I go "trot" (yes—trot) around at the park, take a walk in the mall (I did that yesterday), do some jumping jacks, or go climbing around on the roof, to name a few. It seems as if someone's a little antsy to have little sis' here. To which I'd formally like to reply: Homeboy, I've been ready to pop this child out since February.

So, good on my word, so far today I've giggled a bit because Clara's a ham, I ate some cake, read, napped, and now here I am plopped on the couch determined to fit in one more blog post.

Here's a look back on our last week or so, which has contained lots more cheerfulness than the events listed in my last post. I'm telling you—it was that horrid head cold that really put a kink in my spirit. But! The best way to overcome the grumples is to have some fantastic friends like Aileen, Nicole, Jayna, Natalie and Addie, who threw me a surprise baby shower. I didn't even see it comin' a mile away. I didn't even see it three feet away. ...No seriously. I got there and saw balloons and a banner and was like, Hmmm, those are nice. Someone must be having a nice party...

So to that I say, thanks dear friends! Plus, here's a grim fact I learned while at the shower: Did you know that once helium is gone, it's gone? LIKE—FOR GOOD. (I haven't verified this.) So let's all stop and give a moment's silence to all the honorable helium balloons of years past that have graced us at so many celebrations. Makes ya' regret all that helium sucked on as a child. Am I right?

Anyway. Also. We went to a baseball game this week.

It looks like we're the only ones there. We weren't that early. Apparently it isn't hip to show up a few minutes early. But pffff. Tom and I gave up on being hip back in 1993. Anyway, a guy in our ward was offering tickets to anyone interested, so we went for a bit and chummed it up with some of our new ward members. While sitting there watching the Orem Owlz get demolished by the team in the red uniforms, I finally decided that the time was right to divulge my million-dollar business idea (that I've been harboring for months) to Tom. Now, I don't want to go into too much detail, lest someone steal my seriously brilliant idea, but I'll just give you the basics: It involves bras—and a mini air conditioning system. No no, I'll say no more! But you can tell all your friends you knew me before I was a billionaire.

The past few days have also included swimming with friends, eating at Red Robin, and a date with just the spouse-man to see the new Spiderman. These are all pictureless activities, and are therefore not as worthy of the blog.

But then! I turned 28! Did you even know that I could do that?

Tom took the reigns and hosted his very first party—for me. He came home last night toting one of those enormous chocolate cakes from Costco. The very cake that I've never had before but I see any time I'm around the Costco bakery that always gets the same reaction out of me, which is: Wow, that is a massive cake. Meh—it was just okay, I guess. (Please note the ironic tone.)

And

I can't be exactly sure, but it looks like Aileen is trying to wipe frosting off on my shirt. Typical.

So basically, Tom's first-time party as host came off as a wild success. After cake, he even let us separate between the boys and the girls so the womenfolk could talk about womanly things (the purpose of Tucks after giving birth), and the menfolk could talk about manly things (I did overhear a pretty deep discussion on Beauty and the Beast).

And that leads us up to today, if you can believe it. Even Clara decided to get in on the new face-frosted fad at lunch time. Isn't that smile so cute? She's starting to lose her baby cheeks, this one, and turning more and more into a little girl, to my utter horror. Although, maybe if I keep feeding her Costco cake....

We're just playing the waiting game around these parts, with several people "on call" to watch Clara should this new babe decide she'd like to join in on all the fun and rub frosting all over her face. She's coming Monday for sure though, because I'm scheduled to be induced. So take that, little sis.

But...maybe Tom will get his wish, and she'll decide to come, like, right now.