Like this only better

It's a dangerous thing to give a pregnant woman something to crave. We may have to drive to Florida to replenish the supply. I did freeze some, but I know they won't be the same...

Not quite, but almost

Okay, this isn't me yet. It was me with Hutch at about 8 months. However, tomorrow I will be breaking out the full belly panel Gap khakis that became my wardrobe the last time around. I'm getting just big enough to look a little fat and people don't know whether I'm pregnant or just letting myself go. Thanks to Lee and Dad's trip to Florida I'm doing both. Daddy brought back a giant box of the best looking strawberries EVER. Lee and I have had strawberry-fest after dinner every night this weekend. I got fancy last night and heated up chocolate...woohoo...if I weren't already pregnant...

Anyhoo, I'm into my second trimester and I daresay the sickness is abating. Thank goodness I didn't have to resort to the electrolysis-thingamabob that Daddy got online to quell nausea. He bought it for himself for his fishing trips and swears it's government approved for morning sickness, but he hasn't used it himself yet and was instead hoping that I would be brave enough to plug into this contraption. Uhhh, no thanks.

Check out Clare's blog for the family travels update. We've been nuts around here for about two weeks. Sinus infection, day off work for me, Lee to Florida, mom stayed here, thank goodness, because I ended up with a stomach virus, ick, then Lee and Daddy returned only to find Mommy laid up with the stomach virus, now, Hutch has goo coming out of both eyes...as Lee says, "We never used to get sick until we had a kid." Here's to one whole week of work/daycare for all of us...keep your fingers crossed.


 

Grandaddy rassled alligators.......

And Hutch, well, he rassled snakes................ 

Hi!!

 

Macho man

Is there anything more butch than a 2 year old with a John Deere cap on backwards, carrying his mother's hand-embroidered purse, and sleeping in a bed with his aunt's stepstool beside it? I think not. 

Sigh...........

Not to get all melancholy, but sometimes you just miss things.....

Jen and I are working on putting Hutch to sleep in his own bed, and it's going nicely. But of course, we're having to sleep upstairs so we are nearby when he wakes up (NEVER go with a master on main unless you're in a wheelchair or are likely to be).

So Hutch is in his bed, and Ruf's bed is downstairs. So he's taking the opportunity to sleep in bed with us. It's not a problem, but........that was Bailey's job. Ruf would either sleep at the foot of the bed or in his own little bed, and Bailey would sneak under the comforter and curl up deep in the middle of the bed. Or right behind the crook of your knee. And now Ruf's trying that.........just doesn't work.....

Bailey was a good dog.