Surprise Visit

From Uncle Tom!

On a Serious Note

Spring is coming, people. I must be ready.

I love me a good "cold dessert". Ice cream, gelato, italian ice, fresh fruit salad... drool....

So, please tell me about your all-time favorite cold dessert. Anything, no matter how crazy.

Jack is also ready for spring. He has started insisting on spending his mornings at home shirtless. While I fully support his right to partial nudity, it seems a little cold to wander around without an article of clothing- but he doesn't mind. Watch out ladies!

(This photo was taken about an hour before the cashew incident. Where in he put it in his nose during lunch; we didn't know what all the pointing and saying "in there" was about. He coughed during dinner and out came a cashew which, in hindsight, we realized why there was all the 'nose talk' during lunch. Kids.)

We have a name...

...and it's Prodromal Labor. I'm one of these lucky women who gets to be in labor for days or weeks before actually going into active labor and giving birth. It's not false labor, it's not early labor... it's evil, evil, evil labor. And just so we're clear, it's evil.

Why are they evil:

• They are more intense that a Braxton Hicks.
• They can be 5 min apart lasting for 30/45 seconds.
• Changing position, taking a shower, drinking water, etc can have no effect on them.
• They do cause cervical change (up to the first 4cm) and they cause effacement.
• They are discouraging, because "This is it!" can happen MULTIPLE times.
• They can tire you out. (Duh!)

So when I say I've been in labor for about a week now, I'm actually not kidding. It's just not the "grab the hospital bag, call everyone we know, push the baby out kind." Fun.

Does it happen every day? No. But I'd guess it's about 3x a week. SO annoying!

But since we are getting close-ish: please place your bets for birthdate and baby size here. For those that need a reminder the c/s is scheduled for April 19th. So that's the LAST possible day to guess...

He gets around

Breakfast date with mommy.


Lunch date with Heidi (and Tara and Cameron... but you know how that is...). Jack was so smitten, he just couldn't take it!

Spare Parts

We're now working on tail to add to his repertiore. I wonder what parts we can teach him next....

Dear Bambi,

Please don't run in front of my car, causing me to hit you. I don't appreciate your booty breaking my drivers side headlight. I don't appreciate that you made me scream and slam on the breaks. I'm also not a fan of hearing my toddler reenact the event giving play-by-play commentary about: "Woah! Careful! Car, crash, bonk." for the last 2 minutes of my drive home. I'm also not loving the vehicular manslaughter-style guilt I'm feeling about the incident, or the 4 hours of contractions you caused. (In the future please wait till 37 weeks to jump in front of my car and then at least have the decency to actually send me into active labor. Thanks.)

Safety First

If you're going to drink and drive, at least make sure your airbag balloon is engaged.