Puppy, baby and Cinco de Mayo

Jack is finally crate trained! Well, for the most part at least. He's not barking all night and will actually let us sleep for 2 hours at a time, before he needs to be let out for a potty break. This is a major improvement from last week. Plus, he starting to go into his crate for naps on his own through out the day, and that is a really good sign.

He has been perfecting what I like to call "Jack Attack" on Madeline lately. She is less than pleased. Maddy will be strolling around the house and out of no where Jack comes barrelling after her. I think he has her confused with one of his siblings. After all, she is his size and color. But to his disappointment, she doesn't seem to want to play all that much, she just likes swatting him on the head. Which oddly enough makes he want to play with her more. Go figure.

On Sunday we announced our baby news at house church. It was kinda funny to see some people taken completely off guard, while others were like "We've know that for months!" It has been a wonderful (even though sick) last ten/eleven weeks. One thing that I didn't count on though were emotions. Maybe it's just me, or maybe it's most pregnant women, but I am so emotional. And over things that normally wouldn't make me cry. Here are two really funny examples:

1. On Thursday Jonathan and I watched the movie Deja Vu. The opening scene is all these navy men with their families getting on a boat. Anyways, you just know something bad is gonna happen, and I just start bawling. I told Jonathan "I can't watch this, please can we just stop the video?" He just looked at me and was like, um, nothing's even happened, these people are just getting on the boat. After about five minutes I was okay and watched the rest of the movie.

2. This weekend I was reading my latest Southern Living magazine, and came across this Cook for the Cure ad for breast cancer. All it was, was a pink apron that said "Who do you cook for?" and I just melted. Tears were swelling in my eyes and I was like "Oh goodness, that is the saddest thing I have ever read." Poor Jonathan walks through the door at this point and probably thought, I'll just come back later.

There have been plenty more, with me just seeing something and turning into a big cry baby. It's quite interesting to say the least.

So, I am coming up on 2 1/2 years of living in Iowa. And this weekend is Cinco de Mayo. Now, I've never celebrated Cinco de Mayo in Iowa, because if my memory serves me right, I've always gone back to Texas for some reason or another during that time. Well, it looks like May 5th will be spent in Iowa, which is very, very far away from Mexico.

I'll be honest and say that even while in Texas, I never went all out for Cinco de Mayo. I maybe just went to a good Mexican place (hmmm... Trudy's), had some Mexican beer and listen to Tejano music. But for some reason this year I want to go all out. I'm talking pinata, sombreros, Tejano music blasting and lots of dancing. Maybe I'll through on a poncho for some added flare. Of course, I doubt that will happen, but it would be fun. One thing is for sure, I most definitely want some Mexican food that night. Maybe Jonathan (or should I call him Juan?) will cook me up some yummy, yummy carne guisada and Spanish rice with spicy salsa and chips.

**If you're in town and we do make some good Mexican food, make your way over to our place for sure!***