Mr. and I returned from our vacation on Sunday and were happy to see that our house guest had a safe trip north and had learned his way around the house. He had also managed to unpack some of the heavier kitchen items I was going to ask him to move later anyway. Anyhow, he’s sleeping right now. Despite all of my efforts to wake him up and have him make an “egg” for my cobbler. Apparently some concoction involving a banana can be used in the place of an egg when baking. I may never learn the trick now.

If you’re wondering where all of our vacation pictures are at, then I suggest you enjoy wondering a little longer. I’ve been busy cooking, baking, talking, and just generally hanging out ALL week. Early next week I will do my best to get them uploaded so that the internet can see the 20lbs I’ve gained since my very first prenatal appointment. And then they can laugh at me when they accuse me of lying about that number.

Last week we began our 6th month of pregnancy. We celebrated by eating a lot and laying on the beach. Good times.

~Mrs.

We’ve moved into a new house. It is large and in charge and we love it.

And yet, As I type this I’m thinking of all of the 10,000 other things I need to be doing, because moving into a new, big house isn’t enough for us to tackle in a month. We have to find that new house, rent it, get a head cold, get food poisoning, pack the old rental in 2 nights, find new renters for our Phoenix house, have said house broken into the day before those renters are to move in, be sure that the guest quarters are ready for a visitor (I had to unpack every box in the house to find shower curtain rings), go on a 9 day vacation that includes a wedding, and (in Mr.’s case) do all of the work necessary to be caught up at BOTH jobs before leaving.

On Friday morning when I have to get up at 0′dark thirty to go to the airport I’m going to sing in the shower. And then I’m going to spend an entire week doing nothing but sipping fruity, virgin drinks in the sun. I might also laugh at Mr. when he eats it trying to skim-board his way to the emergency room.

While looking through The Name Book:

Me: I think we should just name him Sir. That way he doesn’t have to wait for the Queen to realize his greatness.

Mr.: …silence…

Me: I’ll take that to mean you love it.

~Mrs.

So, after one week, two computers, an obstinate printer, gmail, fiddling in Photoshop, and uploading in Photobucket we finally have pictures of Peanut for you all to enjoy.

OK. So, for those of you who haven’t heard, it’s a boy. He’s 13cm long and he weighs about 12oz. Now, the pictures.

The first picture is for my mom…because the first thing she asked me when I called to tell her we’re having a boy was, “Are they sure? Sometimes they can’t really tell.” So, for Mom. Some proof.

Second is two pictures, one of each foot. Awww. And that little thing at the bottom that says “dist 3.10cm” means that his feet are 3.1cm long.

Next, a 2D profile picture of Peanut. If he looks a little blurry it’s because he had the hiccups and, apparently, a Girl Scout cookie induced sugar rush.

The last two are 3D pictures of Peanuts face. Both of his hands are up by his ears, the one closest in the pictures (his left) is on a different plane making it invisible. I assure you, he has both arms!

~Mrs.