Your civic duty

A poll! A poll!

(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.

I'm rambling.

Baby Floyd: boy version vs. Baby Floyd: girl version poll is up. Vote.

Something's growing in my tummy

This pregnancy thing feels weird. Don't get me wrong-- it's nice. But it's weird.

You'd think I'd never grown a baby before or something.

Tomato Extravaganza 2009, Volume 1

Padre, Floyd, and I faced this summer with but a simple goal in mind: single-handedly replace my mother's entire depleted stock of canned tomato products and create my own supply in one season.

On Saturday, Tomato Extravaganza 2009 was born.

For your viewing pleasure, a photo journey with captions.

Exhibit A: Genesis

Exhibit B- Padre tilled the earth.
Exhibit C: Padre raked the earth

Exhibit D: Lest you think I did nothing, the spoils of my shopping trip.

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.

E-I-E-I-O.

Progress to follow.

Floyd at 15 weeks

A couple of weeks ago, but you get the idea.

Lady at church: "Oh honey, you don't look pregnant! You look fatter than you did before, but not pregnant."

Thanks. Makes a girl feel dainty.

Happy things

I can safely say that in my childhood version of Happily Ever After, the resident pro in the fishing section of Sportsman's Warehouse was never written into the script. Sometimes things don't happen the way I imagined.

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.

Shh! It's a secret.

Yesterday, I consumed 24% of my recommended daily fat intake with this treat alone.
Only in chocolate.

I have no idea what prompted this. Historically, I'm not even really a Zinger fan. Nevertheless, what's done is done.

P.S. I also did not purchase a package for El Hub. And it was his actual birthday.

And that's how I contracted pneumonia*

Our furnace is broken. To be honest, I didn't even notice at first because to me, our house always feels like the frozen tundras of Antarctica (thus the aforementioned robe and sweat pants). Then the Schmoopsie-bear came home and casually announced, "it's chilly in here." Uh oh.

{Yes, that says 55 degrees. And this thermostat is upstairs-- far from where I lay incubating a child on our Lovesac in the basement as if there aren't loads of laundry to fold. And very near the oven which Paddy has turned to 450 degrees and left open. Which he learned from his mother, which partially endears her to me and partially makes me feel bad. And no, we did not allow Lupe in the house for this part. Dangerous.}

After a great deal of huffing and puffing by mi padre and El Pookie-face-- still not sure what that business with the sucking and blowing into the wires was all about-- it was decided that a part and an expert were called for.

Since, it has been decided that said part will not be available for several more days. Sweet. Still, it is better than the alternative as a new furnace is not in the current budget.

So, long story short(er), it is cold at our casa. We're all feeling it, except for Floyd, thanks to my handy layers of tummy flab. (What? I'm a Mormon. We're prepared for emergencies. Plus, we like cheese.) I thought Lupe would be downright frigid what with all the hair she's stuck to everything she's even looked at in the last two weeks, but she was horrified by the warm beach towel we put in her bed the other night, so I guess she's fine.

*Note: I do not have pneumonia. Yet.