Somehow this morning I woke up with ankles again. I'm not sure why they decided to make an appearance today. I'll take it as a good sign- I'll pretty much appropriate anything as a good sign at this point.
One of the nice parts of this delayed baby situation is that I'm spending some pleasant, restful time with Pete, Mom and Henry. I don't feel very guilty about letting Mom do the cooking and cleaning. Last night we had a yummy chicken dinner and some interesting things came out about my own babyhood.
For example: apparently one of the last times Mom ever went bowling was when she was pregnant with me. While trying to roll the ball she lost her balance and fell over. I'll let you write your own conclusion to that story.
There was also some story about two Mormons coming to the door while Mom had me in the high chair on Court street. She told them she didn't have time to talk to them because she was feeding the baby and trying to do laundry. They apparently offered to help out, so she claims she let them come in and sit with me while she hung the laundry out. She offered them coffee, which they declined, of course. She also thinks she may have ended up buying a Book of Mormon. I find lots to be skeptical about with this story. It seems much more likely to have happened to Rob.
Henry is still singing Hark The Herald Angels Sing at the top of his lungs every chance he gets. My favorite lyrics are "peace on earth and mercy wild" and "hear the jolly horse will say- glory to the newborn king".
Once again-I'm signing off with the hopes that the next post will have to be done by Pete...
3 comments:
we're sending southern vibes that tonight is the night jumpy husband gets to jump for real! xo!
We're finally back and catching up with all that's been missed since we spent that lovely afternoon with you on the 20th. Your blog posts have been really wonderful reads and looks ( !! ) - though I do wish for your own sake that they'd have been Pete's job over the last week and more. Eek! We'll do a little baby dance and chant for you this morning...
p.s. I don't know how many times I've read There is a Bird on Your Head! to the boys, but however many times it is, they haven't stopped giggling yet!
I guess there was reason to be jumpy :) yaaahhhhoooooo! congratulations!!!
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