Well, things are still pretty normal around here (knock on wood). We finally had the baby shower yesterday (we got some great stuff for the baby, and a huge thank you to everyone that came!), so now all the "big" things are out of the way. We've still *officially* got 8 days left, but anything can happen at this point. I'll let Misti talk a little more about the baby shower (as I wasn't there)...

The weather is totally nice this weekend, which is perfect for Memorial Day weekend. In case you don't know what Memorial Day is all about, here's a brief summary (courtesy of MSN Encarta):

"Memorial Day, legal holiday, observed annually on the last Monday in May in most of the United States, in honor of the nation's armed services personnel killed in wartime. The holiday, originally called Decoration Day, is traditionally marked by parades, memorial speeches and ceremonies, and the decoration of graves with flowers and flags, hence the original name. Memorial Day was first observed on May 30, 1868, on the order of General John Alexander Logan for the purpose of decorating the graves of the American Civil War dead. It was observed on May 30 until 1971, when most states changed to a newly established federal schedule of holiday observance. Confederate Memorial Day, formerly a legal holiday in many southern states, is still observed on the fourth Monday in April in Alabama, the last Monday in April in Mississippi, and April 26 in Florida and Georgia."

Misti's mother and sister are in town now to provide some support for Misti during the next few weeks. We've visited a bit with them over the past few days, and it's great to see them again. Last night the kids and I were playing ball in the Nord's front yard, and I was throwing a flat volleyball into the air and the kids would catch it. It worked great for awhile, but then the ball came down a little too fast and smacked Brett square in the face. I felt like a dork. Marcie came running out to console him, but Brett's too manly for that... so then we switched to soccer, instead. =)

Later on, we all went on a short walk over to the park, and some little Mexican boys picked a fight with Brett and his friend Tyler, so we left the park. Overall, it wasn't Brett's night, I guess. Little Sarah is just the cutest little girl. She wanted to play soccer, too, so we made every third turn "Sarah's turn". She would run out there and kick the ball a few feet, and be totally excited about it. Then she would come back and throw grass on you, saying "Happy Birthday" to you. =)