Broccoli Thief

I brought groceries home the other day and Sal took off with a head of broccoli before I could catch her. She ate the top off the entire thing. I think it helped that she thought she was being bad. That's my girl.

We've been talking about getting a bird-feeder so we can watch the birds out the window. Last week Sal asked if we could get a lion-feeder too. I told her it would probably be too messy.

A couple months ago Sal and I were on a long car ride. She was sick of it and started yelling about wanting to get out now etc... I told her that she needed to stop shouting at me because it isn't nice. She informed me that yes, shouting is nice, then proceeded to shout "HOORAY" at the top of her lungs.

The tulips have blossomed in our front yard. I heave a great sigh of relief that winter is over every time I see them.

Sal looks so much like her dad, I wonder if this next one will look more like me.

I think I may finally be enough over the shock of finding out this one is a boy to admit that indeed, we're having a boy. We're in the process of trying to come up with a name for this baby that will ensure that he is sweet and cute and well-behaved. I'm still campaigning hard for Oscar or Scott or Peter, but Scott is wielding his veto power on those ones. So if you've got any magic names...

Have I mentioned that I'm scared stiff?


We went camping a couple weeks ago. I think one of the highlights was watching Scott and Sal sail off into the sunset together. Sal sat on the back of the boat and promised she'd hold on tight. Apparently she did, because the boat sailed back over an hour later with both passengers still aboard. Sal is still talking about the dead fish they saw.





Here's a picture I found of Scott and I pre-pregnancy-puff. Oh how I miss my non-pregnant face. I got asked for the first time on Saturday if I was having twins. When I assured this woman that I was not, she said, "Really??? You're huge! Hey Betty, come look at her, isn't she huge?"

Nice. Thanks.

Well, I do feel about 50 weeks pregnant. It may be time for operation being-huge-and-pregnant-is-easier-than-having-a-newborn. After I had Sal I swore I would enjoy this time before crying baby. So help me out. What are some things I can do now that I won't be able to do once the baby comes?


P.S. No, I'm not going to post a picture of my hugeness. I'm going to lie to my posterity and tell them I gained only 13 pounds with each pregnancy, that my favorite pregnant activity was long jogs through the park, and that I craved celery and boiled chicken throughout the nine months.