Who knew a male baby needed so many outfits. I'm thinking we'll just change his onesy each time he pukes on himself. He's not even here yet and he's kicked me out of my office and taken over my basement with all of his stuff. The child who shall not be named yet has his own bedroom (freshly painted by Mimi), new bedroom furniture on the way (partly provided by the Pape Grandparents (have you picked out names yet (wow, three parentheses deep, is this legal?))), a wardrobe picked out by his throng of female fans (he'll be signing autographs in Crayola crayon at each house visit), his first sports jerseys (thanks Uncle Dan), his first geek shirt (just laugh at the joke on the shirt you don't understand, trust me, it's funny - it combines bodily fluids with network stack protocols... oh man I'm still laughing), and so much more. Danielle has managed to organize most of it into a corner of the basement, but it's slowly spreading.
Danielle is doing well as usual. She's getting noticeably bigger by the week now. I think we're in baby grow mode now because sometimes she can feel her body having to stretch to accommodate him. He's kicking and punching like crazy still. We think he was even dancing at the Zonkaraz concert, but, like his mother, he has serious white boy rhythm. Danielle's back has been a little achey lately due to how she has to sleep, but she got a body pillow for her birthday from Liz and it's already helped. It's helped me sleep now too because rather than glom onto me, she hugs this pillow like it was her long lost lover Ricardo back from a month long "save the pandas" expedition.
All in all, I'm anxious to have the baby arrive. I'm sure it will seem like it flew by when the date arrives, but I just want it to come now. We still have our classes to go through (classes to teach you what used to be a natural thing...), but I feel like I'm just about as ready as I can get. It's going to be one big learning experience, but I've been told I can learn me some stuff real good.
Baby's Words of Wisdom: "If you want me to tell you my name, put your hand on mama's belly and I'll tap it out in Morse Code. I'll give you a hint, my last name is: dot-dash-dash-dot dot-dash dot-dash-dash-dot dot."
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Hahahaha - I was so confused by your comment, Mom. I thought something was wrong with the computer and it wasn't displaying correctly. I even e-mailed Mike to ask him if something was wrong with the blog site. Then it dawned on me that you were writing in Morse Code. I used a Morse Code translator and figured out what you had said. Very cute!! :-)
You guys are driving me crazy with this morse code....I have finally figured out what everyone is saying, but it took awhile!
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