Nesting

I was telling Matt yesterday that when I was pregnant with Jack I couldn't stop cleaning and organizing. That was my "nesting" thing. And it's funny, because Jack can really have issues when things are out of place. If something drops it's, "Uh oh! Uh oh!" until it gets picked up. If we're in a store and there's something on the floor in the aisle it's the same thing. When he's climbing the stairs he stops to hand me every bit of debris along the way. And he loves to put things away - in the trash, especially. I was telling Matt that this time around I have to bake all the time. I don't even really want to eat it, I just want to bake it, so maybe this next kid will like cooking. Matt (the chef in the family) said it would be great if we had a kid who liked to cook. Then he thought for a moment and said how great it would be if we had one kid that liked to cook and one kid that liked to clean - we wouldn't have to do anything!