So, It's been a while since I last sat down to do this. Aga's bosses took off for a vacation and left their kids behind with her. So I have had a big empty spot next to me in bed. For some reason, while she is there I lay perfectly still at night. I have always attributed this to my time spent on a ship in the Navy. If you move too much there you fall out of your rack, because it is only slightly wider than you are. But with Aga out of our bed, I must have tunneled around in my sleep like some naked mole rat looking for her. I would end up waking with my head not even in the same time zone as where it started, covers strewn about and all the pillows on the floor.
The advantage to this, is that I am really able to see Maja growing. I know that Aga is going to get bigger, but I just wonder how? Where do her kidneys and things go? Is it some kind of March of the Penguins thing where all her internal organs leave the equatorial region and head to the poles? It's no wonder her eating habits have changed, her stomach just became close, intimate friends with her lower intestine. And the result has been picky little Aga eating anything. I don't mean to say that she eats a lot, more like she has only turned down cilantro. No really, thats it, just cilantro. We went to the Cheesecake Factory last night, where she had this chicken/mushroom/pasta dish. Now for years I have complained that my wife doesn't like flavor, that dish was actually very good, she topped it off with a good portion of a chopped veggie salad. This being the South I saw okra, cucumber, onions and all sorts of things that wouldn't have passed those lips 7 months ago. A dish I made was once labeled as tasting "too green". TOO GREEN?!!? What the heck does that mean? I can see too spicy/salty/garlicky/etc., but green is NOT a flavor that I am aware of. Imagine, if you will, that Nadia Comaneci is about to get her historic perfect 10 at the 1976 Montreal Olympics, but France holds up a scorecard that says "orange". You get what I'm saying?
Today we went to something called the "Taste of Marietta". It is a lot like the "Bite of Portland" except I had more fun here. It was definitely leaned toward the barbecued side of life, but that is quite all right. The only odd thing was that they had a tent where Domonique Wilkins was signing autographs. I ate like a fool, as in a round of sushi, fish taco's, grilled tri-tip, and beer. Aga has been in a quest for a good kielbasa ever since we moved here. While I am firmly in the belief that if it says "polish sausage", just keep walking sister, they can't even get the name right. So Aga's eyes glaze over as soon as she sees the sign, so she orders up one that is about as big as a tube of crest, covered in these onions that I couldn't have paid her to eat a short while ago. Yet for some reason she is eating those as well. I know that all I have been wanting for so long is someone that will eat anything with little to no alterations. And now that I have it, I stay pissed because I see she now has the capacity to do it all along. All that other crap was just empty posturing on her part that she can no longer get away with.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Cat Tossing 101
Hey all, This has been a week to be grateful for. Started out good, got better, then finished out fantastic. That's right, we're talking about a whole other level here. First off, I need to fill you in on a little back story.
We own a cat named Rigby, she is a sweet cat by all means, but at night she becomes somewhat.... annoying. Ok, Ok, amazingly annoying. To the point that she was once incarcerated overnight in the bathroom by some of the soon to be grandparents. Shortly after she was rolled up into the hide-a-bed as some kind of retribution by none other than my own father. I honestly find it hard to blame him. Due to this, we play a game with the cat in which she sneaks into the bedroom as we are getting ready for bed, and we then have to trick her into letting us catch her so we can put her out. Sounds simple, right? "Oh just keep the door shut" you might be saying. That cat will stay hiding for over two hours just to pop out after the lights go out. Strategy was what was needed in this case. We have had some great luck lately in that we worked up a tactic in which I would get into bed first and lure the cat out with some sensuous massage. Then Aga would come in and grab the cat and show her the door. After a while, the cat got hip to the idea and would try to bolt out of the way, but the Wife has some incredible cat wrangling skills, and would always make the grab. So the other night, I am working the magic on the cat and have her good and hypnotized, Aga goes for the grab... And finds out she can't bend the 90 degrees necessary to achieve full cat-capture. I don't know about her, but I love this pregnancy. Comedy Central should just start devoted a full night to nothing other than pissed off pregnant chicks... catching cats. I found myself cheering the cat on. It seemed that the only reason Rigby was even caught was that she was out of breathe from laughing at the sight of Aga's arms wildly swinging about 6 inches over her head.
That whole experience was like a gift from God, with a pretty bow on top. There really is only one thing that could make it better.
That's right, you've been RickRolled, bitches.
We own a cat named Rigby, she is a sweet cat by all means, but at night she becomes somewhat.... annoying. Ok, Ok, amazingly annoying. To the point that she was once incarcerated overnight in the bathroom by some of the soon to be grandparents. Shortly after she was rolled up into the hide-a-bed as some kind of retribution by none other than my own father. I honestly find it hard to blame him. Due to this, we play a game with the cat in which she sneaks into the bedroom as we are getting ready for bed, and we then have to trick her into letting us catch her so we can put her out. Sounds simple, right? "Oh just keep the door shut" you might be saying. That cat will stay hiding for over two hours just to pop out after the lights go out. Strategy was what was needed in this case. We have had some great luck lately in that we worked up a tactic in which I would get into bed first and lure the cat out with some sensuous massage. Then Aga would come in and grab the cat and show her the door. After a while, the cat got hip to the idea and would try to bolt out of the way, but the Wife has some incredible cat wrangling skills, and would always make the grab. So the other night, I am working the magic on the cat and have her good and hypnotized, Aga goes for the grab... And finds out she can't bend the 90 degrees necessary to achieve full cat-capture. I don't know about her, but I love this pregnancy. Comedy Central should just start devoted a full night to nothing other than pissed off pregnant chicks... catching cats. I found myself cheering the cat on. It seemed that the only reason Rigby was even caught was that she was out of breathe from laughing at the sight of Aga's arms wildly swinging about 6 inches over her head.
That whole experience was like a gift from God, with a pretty bow on top. There really is only one thing that could make it better.
That's right, you've been RickRolled, bitches.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Maja's new photos!
What a cutie pie! but let me tell you, this girl is the most uncooperative child ever... not only did she not let us double check that she in fact is a "she" but she tried covering her face almost the entire time! We ended up with some good shots though and below is the link to the album. You can see how in some of those she is literally folded in half! Her legs are straight up on the left side of the frame and arms are folded on the right side. It's kinda cool but looks really uncomfortable :).
Stay tuned for week 34 updates :)
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| 3D ultrasound April |
Friday, April 11, 2008
Our crib and hutch
This is what we got but it's still at the warehouse until we decide where we want it delivered!
More pictures
We had some fun taking these after our Dr. visit. Click on the slideshow and it will take you to the online album.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Why?
Why are children's' toys inherently creepy? Last night, as we settled down for a nights rest and I was just on the verge of sleep. There was this high, mechanical "ha ha ha ha he he he he" that floated through the room causing my bladder to immediately hit the emergency evacuate button. Seems that there is this toy that we picked up for Maja that for no reason decided to start menacing us with it's little evil clowniness. After the third time Aga threw it in the closet. It should have made things better, but as we all know, there is quite simply nothing more terrifying than a laughing clown in the closet.
Until next time...
Until next time...
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