Tickle and Swish

So last week I was hesitant to call it but this week I am sure: baby is getting big enough for Mommy to feel him or her! It’s not all the time yet but definitely getting more pronounced. I had forgotten how much I missed that feeling.

What I don’t miss is wondering what the heck to with my wardrobe. I’m not quite “here” with my regular clothes anymore and I’m not quite “there” yet with maternity clothes. Strike one: I can’t really get away with the rubber band around the top button of my pants as it is getting harder to even get the zipper out of its starting position. Not a good look for any condition. Strike two: the Bella Band is fantastic in theory and a disaster in practice. I must be between sizes as it’s not quite enough to stay in place and the eventual draft from either the front or the back really shouldn’t be ignored. Strike three: I’m not ready to completely throw in the towel and wear my yoga pants (can they be called that if I don’t actually do the yoga-ing?) as social wear. Yeah, I’m out.

And these vague references to baseball are in honor of the Greatest Game 162 of All Time on Wednesday. There you go, Mike–your own tickle and swish for your womb.

On Discipline

The few times Mike has decided to put the authority hammer down on Maxon, it has given Maxon pause; a pause long enough to look seriously at Daddy and gently jab his little index finger in the furrowed lines above Daddy’s brow and say “forehead?”

A Genius, Obviously

His teachers were amazed that he knew all the letters they showed him at school. He constantly points out letters on my shirt, his toys, and license plates. Child’s play. Today, he sang the entire Alphabet Song, solo and unprompted, much to my surprise and dewy eyes.


We went to the Denver Zoo yesterday and while yes, the elephants, giraffes, and camels are cool enough, there is apparently nothing more noteworthy than the mighty porcupine. Maxon hasn’t stopped talking about it!

The obsession with porcupines starts here

The famous cocopine

There is always time to bust out a beat

Just hanging around, checking out the camels