Hola hola hola! I had some really good ideas
for this entry, but I'm having trouble getting my sense of humor
going. Janet and mom are sitting five feet away going through
the baby name book, tossing out suggestions like "Laverne and
Shirley". "Maxwell". "Justice".
"Babette". Uh.... NO NO NO!! Needless
to say I'm having trouble concentrating on the task at hand.
My apologees if the subject matter delivery turns out flat.
I've been nesting! I've never been known for my housekeeping
prowess. Things are clean, but not necessarily orderly. I
finally realized that I've been nesting in my own way. For
the past little while I have been coming home from the store with
TONS of groceries, and cooking up a storm. Example: we have
like ten cans of fruit cocktail. Last week Joe opened a cabinet
and had a can fall on his head. "$%@#*! We're prepared
for armageddon! Whyyyyy?!" "I'm nesting. I
need to make sure we don't go hungry." In fact, Janet
just ratted me out and now Joe wants to know what is going
on with the six boxes of Sleepytime Tea. "Its for work".
Holy nonperishables!
We like pasta!
Over the past two weeks, I've prepared home-made spaghetti sauce.
And calzones (ham & cheese, and pizza). And chicken noodle soup.
All packed and sealed and stacked in the freezer. Unfortunately
Joe liked the pizza calzones too much, and there is only one left.
What if the world goes to hell tonight?! What will we do?!
Spaaagheeeettiiiiiii sauce!
Whoops. Pizza dough overflow.
Calzones all around!
Chicken Noonoo Soup!
Despite some positive developments since the last entry, there have
also been some really lame ones. It has been a roller coaster
of good and bad.
Positive: Mom got her food bag removed. She had maintained
enough weight since leaving the hospital that they felt she could
eat on her own.
Negative: Things still
aren't working well, and she's lost like ten or fifteen pounds since
then. But they have her on opium. Whoooppeeee!
Positive: I got a raise at work for my three month evaluation.
Negative: Joe's cousin Stefanie was killed in a car accident
a couple of weeks ago. She was twenty, beautiful, smart, and on
her way back to school from visiting her parents. No rhyme or reason
to it. The car just went off the road. Joe and I went to Vegas
last weekend for a special mass. It broke my heart to see her family's
pain.
Okay, enough of the positive/negative. Now I'm bummed.
So here is some "who really cares":
Weekend before last, Joe and I threw our own little Superbowl party.
We stocked Joe with beer and pizza rolls, and I indulged in mozerella
sticks! Um! Love me some mozerella sticks! Joe watches the Superbowl
for the game. I watch it for the commercials, which I'm sad to say
were sorely lacking this year. SORELY. So Joe patiently
taught me the fine points of football. I never thought I could
open my mind to such a noisy debacle, with grown men sacking and
stepping on each other. But I learned something new.
And now I feel justified in throwing peanuts at the TV and yelling.
Its kind of fun.
Joe pre-Superbowl, with beer at ready.
Joe mid-Superbowl, beers littering the living room.
Tric likes her "Cops!"
So Joe and I FINALLY had our screening ultra-sound today, where
they check everything out to make sure it looks okay and, oh yeah,
tell you the sex if they can determine it. And..... drumroll please....
It looks like a little.... baby!
Jenn Bell insisted on an updated tummy picture, so Janet and I had
a little fun with the camera. As promised, we scanned in an
ultrasound photo for your viewing pleasure.
Screeeeeech! Blam! Six months.
Laying on ___ side looking
at you, with ___ face
at the right. ___'s actually
yawning in this shot.
I'm in love.
