Nope, no twins yet. But Katie LOVES the Easter Bunny.

And this post has pictures. So you know you want to read it. Also, I totally did all my griping last time, so you know that the only thing I will say that's negative is

GAAAAAHAHHHHHAHHHH!!!!! I'M STILL PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

36 Weeks. THIRTY-SIX! Just not fair. 

Remember this, when I announced that I was pregnant, and I had this cute little ten-week bump? Or this, when I was twenty-five weeks for Katie's birthday, and I looked like I did when she was born? Yeah, I'm gigantic. And I'm also really good at sudoku.

Okay, I'm done. Now on to the sticky note full of cute things I reminded myself to tell you that Katie did.

So, remember how we spend our entire lives at my doctor's office? Well, Katie has gotten quite good at pushing elevator buttons, because I don't do stairs if I don't have to. A few visits ago, we were all heading out and going down to where we were parked, and Katie ran ahead to push the button. She pushed the down button, then proceeded to dance around in a circle, galloping and saying, "I can push the button, because I'm big!" Then, she stopped, planted herself in front of the elevator doors, and started saying, "Wait for it, wait for it . . ."

Yeah, she's the coolest ever.

Then, the other night we were doing the bedtime routine. Mike does most of it (toothbrushing, jammies, and story time) but Katie will NOT go to sleep unless she gets to cuddle Mommy in the rocking chair while I sing "I'm a Child of God" before she gets in bed. When we reached this point of the program, though, Mike was putting something away or something, so I lifted Katie onto my lap by myself. I made some characteristic painful groaning noise, and Mike came back in right as I was getting her up.

He said, "Don't do that, or you'll make yourself go into labor." (This was before we were totally cool with going into labor.)

Katie looked up at me, horrified, almost started crying, and said, "I don't want to go into labor!" Don't worry, kid. You're good.

As many of you probably are aware, this weekend was Easter (more on this when I get to the pictures). We decided to have the Easter Bunny come to our house Friday night instead of Saturday in an effort to make Easter more Christ-centered. (You can guess how successful we were when Katie had chocolate for breakfast before church.)

So the few days before, I was trying to psych Katie up for the Easter Bunny, so she'd be excited about it and stuff. I was telling her Friday night, "See? We put our Easter baskets out, and then the Easter Bunny comes to our house and puts yummy things in them."

I thought she'd be all excited. Rather, she says, "The Easter Bunny comes in our house? That would be dirty!" Wow, she is such a girl.

And also, she is such a two-year-old. Last night she wanted to say the prayer on dinner. Mike was helping her, she was sitting quietly, and I think she was even keeping her arms folded. Then, right in the middle, she interjects, "A squirrel! I see a squirrel!" So Mike gracefully gets her back to the prayer and wraps things up, at which point she says, "Amen. Squirrel, Daddy! I saw it running!" Anyone seen Up?

Then, tonight while she was playing, all of a sudden Mike and I hear, "And the zombies are coming to kill Mommy, and Daddy, and Katie. But we won't let them." What?

Katie has also helped me discover a new way to attempt to go into labor: laughing hysterically. I will now list the several things she does regularly that have almost started contractions.

First--bouncing. Katie is completely addicted to bouncing. For one thing, she loves my parents trampoline, and there have been several days when she has missed her nap because she would NOT get off the tramp and come home. But more than that, she is ALWAYS jumping. She bounds around the living room, on every piece of furniture (which we discourage), and especially when she gets excited about anything.

Oh, it gets better. We have the DVD of Pixar shorts (the first one, because I think there's another one now) and her most favorite is Boundin',  which is the one about the sheep who gets sheared and learns to stay cheerful and deal with it by boundin' around. Bet you can't guess why it's her favorite.

But one day after I had let her watch it, Mike came home and they were playing toys. Katie decided she wanted to play boundin', and Mike was totally cool with it. So, as I watch from my rather stationary existence on the couch, Mike and Katie start boundin' around the room. Oh man, those people are cute.

Speaking of the trampoline, one of Katie's other favorite games is hide and seek. She plays it nightly with Daddy (that's kind of how we get her to go upstairs for bedtime). So today, we went to my mom's house after my doctor appointment and it was so nice that my mom set me up in a lawn chair to watch Katie bounce. So Katie bounced, and bounced, and bounced, and then noticed that the pitching net was still up, so she got off to chuck a soccer ball at it (from 1 1/2 feet away--more on this later). When the ball bounced behind her and rolled under the trampoline, she climbed under the tramp with it, and sat there, saying, "Try and find me!"

Because I was not on the tramp, I could see her. But I played along, pretending to notice her after a few minutes. She wanted to play again, but I told her she had to hide somewhere else while I closed my eyes. So I closed them, counted to ten, and opened them. And she had scooted three feet to the right of where she had been sitting before. Little booger.

The other thing that has put me into almost labor over the last week has been playing catch. This happens every time she plays catch with someone, but I will describe one particular instance.

The other day, my mom was here taking care of us, and Katie wanted to play catch with her big purple bouncy ball. So my mom sat on the floor to play with her. My mom would toss it kind of over Katie's shoulder so she had to go get chase it, but then Katie would carry it over until she was three feet from my mom, then throw it overhand as hard as she could at my mom's face. Let's just say we might have some kind of athlete in this little princess-type girl.

Well, that's my sticky note. Want to see some pictures of what's been happening recently? (And I mean besides my belly getting grotesquely huge, as you saw earlier.) There may or may not be a lot of them.

Saturday morning she finally figured out the Easter Bunny. And was quite sad when we made her have something besides chocolate for breakfast.

At the Easter egg hunt in Grandma's backyard, Katie may or may not have had help. And then she wanted to keep going, but she had to ask Uncle James to hold her basket because it was too heavy.

Sam was supposed to find the hard ones, but somebody else got extra help.

Katie discovered that when she touched someone's nose after bouncing, it gave them a shock and made her poofy hair go flat. Notice how Mike is bracing himself--you tend to lose skin cells on your nose.

Katie liked to think she was one of the big kids.

This is the game Katie thought she was participating in--but really she was not.

Did I mention she's a jumping bean?

Easter Sunday

Playing outside in the happy Easter weather--and hopefully not getting muddy?

She chased Abuelo all over the house in this outfit while yelling "roar!"--then decided that Sarah was Mike Wazowski because she was wearing a green sweater.

That's our weekend. I think it was pretty successful. I even got to study Jesus the Christ for a while on Sunday while my family was at church. And yesterday I saw Katie open the scripture reader we have for the New Testament and start reading herself a story about "The Angel told Mary, 'Jesus is Alive!'" So I know something I told her sunk in.

Happy Easter everybody! And I'm not going to say anything desperate like "I'm not blogging again until there are babies" because I might need to whine at you again next week if the doctor doesn't let me have my babies. But only limited amounts of whining, I promise.