Two things

I know I just posted a couple of days ago, but I decided I should take advantage of inspiration - if it can really count as such - and post again because I know everyone out there is anxiously waiting to hear about my every thought and action . . .

When I was a kid, one of the things my mom cooked up to keep us busy in the summer was cleaning out kitchen cupboards. Each day, we were assigned a cupboard to clean out and reorganize, and it was usually a job I didn't mind. Perhaps that is the root of some of my love of organization. Nate had a similar idea, and of course it was added to our "to do" list. We went through our pantries (yes, we have two, one from the builder, and our 'auxiliary' pantry) and were able to remember how much food we really have and why we should stop eating out. And the shelves look so pretty and organized. I thought we were done, but then Nate decided we should go through alllllll our cabinets as well before making a DI run. I have to admit, my heart was not in it - especially when we started on the drawers around 9 p.m. and didn't finish until almost midnight. Again, we were able to purge some unused utinsels, and found some cool stuff we had forgotten about, and again I thought we were done. But no, we still needed to go through the cabinets.

Nate is a bit of an early riser, and so when I came down yesterday, our counters were all covered with pots and pans and gadgets and mixers and the list goes on. Long story short, our house has lost several pounds, and it feels like we just moved in - the tupperware cupboard is all neatly stacked and I have to take a minute and think before I know where to find anything. Of course, I am happy to have it all cleaned and organized, and Nate was a really good sport about my not being able to bend down to help him as much as I would have liked. One more thing checked off the list.

On to my number two thought for the day: I am sure many of you were Friends watchers, and may remember when bets were being placed to see if Rachel would have her baby each day. Well, I want to see what you all think - will my baby come early, or late, or on time? Will he weigh more than I did (5 lb 11 oz) or more than Nate did (8 lbs). Everyone send up a please bless that its somewhere in the middle! If we were a betting group, we could all throw in a buck and the winner would get the pot, but we aren't gamblers, and I don't really know how we would work that in the blog world, but comment away and maybe the winner can get the first picture of the baby or something else equally exciting:) Happy Wednesday and thanks for caring about my random thoughts.