I'm noting this stuff down, be it interesting or not.

• Jeff and I both fell asleep watching The Avengers.  For the past few months I am the one who falls asleep during everything on the screen before us, but there was a disconnect between the widely hailed 2012 movie and Mr. and Mrs. Hayes.
• This phase is slowly drawing to a close, but for a while Jude would answer "No" to any question he was asked, partly because he didn't know how to say anything along the lines of "Yes".  He says "no" in a variety of inflections and intensities, but my favorite is when it comes out slow and calm and a with a little bit of an English accent.  Anyway, we had a lot of fun with the constant "No."  Jude, do you want to go to the park?  No. Jude, do you want some candy? No.  One day we were walking home from the park (or rather I was walking, and carrying Jude).  He, being the ultimate in sweetness, nuzzled his head under my chin and started patting my arm.  I said, "Jude, we definitely love you."  In his tired little English voice that was ready for lunch, "Nooo."  "Oh yes we do!" "Noooo."  I chuckled, and with my little monkey snuggled up and meaning nothing by his responses, I was in heaven. 
• A few weeks ago Jeff and I were watching Violet during Sacrament Meeting while her mom taught a class in another ward/congregation and her dad was out of town on business.  I thought it would be easy enough.  As church started things quickly unraveled.  Jude didn't like seeing Violet on my lap.  Jeff took Violet and Jude came up on my lap (which is almost completely taken up by my son in utero).  Jude didn't like seeing Violet on Jeff's lap and worse: Violet had snacks and Jude wanted them.  I went digging through my purse for Jude's snacks and Jude lunged and bonked his head.  Violet in the meantime was beginning to wonder where her mom had been the last 5 minutes.  In unison both started to wail, and Jeff and I made a clumsy mass exodus from the chapel.  I might mention that as I got up my purse was knocked off its resting place next to me (passive voice) and fell face down.  And it's not awesome picking things up off the ground while holding 30 lb. Jude, and being pregnant, but it's often unavoidable and I'm begrudgingly  used to it.  Anyway, we've got to work out a more smooth method for swiftly leaving a meeting with more than one noisy child, because once Jeff and I reached the foyer we sighed and said to each other, "A preview."  
• Jude's favorite song for the past few months has been Ho Hey by The Lumineers and it can always perk him up.  Behind just a beat, he will grunt out each "Ho" and "Hey". 
• We are loving Christmastime, and every morning Jude requests that I turn on the tree lights.  When I do I get a "Whoa" and it's cute and worth the electricity.  I'm hoping that next year he'll remember some things from this year, like the Christmas songs I sing to him before he sleeps, the Grinch movie, the decorations and the red and green M&Ms.  I am completely enjoying the aspect of parenthood that lets us introduce him to the best time of year.  I feel like I always had perfect Christmases growing up and hope Juju feels the same way.
• I always turn into a law widow this time of year, which is probably the only reason I'm sitting here blogging.
• I'm starting to get nervous about my pre-baby To Do list.  I still need to paint the baby's room (which must unfortunately include the ceiling), but the furniture in there needs to be exiled first.  I can't participate in that, and as previously stated, my heavy lifter is working a lot.  I have 7 more kitchen drawers and 8 more cupboards to magnet-baby-proof during either naps or after Jude goes down for the night.  Usually during either one of those periods of time I want to sit and sip hot chocolate, but slowly it's getting done.  I emptied our junk drawers and am slowly going through it all, weeding out and organizing.  Do you see a theme of slowness here?  It's the way I roll these days.  
• Jeff is the worst with his own Christmas presents.  "Jeff, what do you want for Christmas?" "Nothing...maybe some socks."  Ridiculous.  
• If Kate and William have a daughter, I will spend the next 30 years trying to arrange a marriage between that little princess and one of my boys.  I love the royals, always have, always will.

And the oven timer is beeping at me now, telling me my granola bars are baked.  Pinterest flop or success -- I am about to find out.