Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Paddy is nervous. I am nervous. Floyd and Lupe seem fine, but if they had more advanced cerebral cortex development, they'd be nervous, too.
I can't help it. I'm envisioning every tiny, sick little baby I've ever cared for in the NICU or read about in medical ethics case studies. There are wonderful things about being a medical social worker. Listening to every heart breaking story told in staff meeting by tearful coworkers who need to decompress within the safe boundaries of HIPAA laws is not wonderful.
There is no reason for me to be scared. So far, we have been gifted a perfectly calm, uneventful pregnancy, with no hint of cause for concern. Blessed are we.
I'm still nervous.
Alice summed it up best:
Please bless two arms, two legs, two kidneys, four chambers. Gooey innards inside where they are supposed to be, and everything else is gravy.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
(Ever notice how "poll" sounds really weird when you say it over and over again? So does "fork". Fork, fork, fork, fork...)
Anywho, be a responsible American and help Floyd decide whether he or she wants to be a he or she by voting in the poll at the top right. Our first photo op happens May 29th, and Floyd needs to have made a firm decision before then.
Just kidding. I know how this gender thing works. And also, Floyd doesn't care what ya'll think anway.
Baby Floyd: boy version vs. Baby Floyd: girl version poll is up. Vote.
Monday, May 11, 2009
On Saturday, Tomato Extravaganza 2009 was born.
For your viewing pleasure, a photo journey with captions.
Exhibit B- Padre tilled the earth.
Exhibit C: Padre raked the earth
Exhibit E: Lupe, on the other hand, really did nothing.
Exhibits F & G: Together, we planted the earth,
which thrilled Lupe to pieces.
Exhibit H: Now, the earth looks like this.
Thirty-three (33) tomato plants darn near qualifies the three of us (Lupe doesn't count) as bona fide farmers.
Progress to follow.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Maybe it's just the pregnancy heartburn.
Just sayin', this made my heart swell until I thought I couldn't breathe.
I love you, Mo.