Of fortune telling and parenting

Well, I was hoping to get some good mileage off the mullet picture. Unfortunately, not all good things last, and its time to move on to a new blog post...

about telling the future.

Sunday, I was lying down and reading the palm of our baby (technically, it could have been any part of her, but this is my blog, so I'm just going to say it how it most likely happened). Now, I haven't read many people's palms, but I like to think that I sometimes have a knack for predicting the future.

I learned that our child's future either consists of a love of kick boxing, or tango. (It's hard to tell the difference.)

She even gave her daddy a good strong kick (his first one!) to which he promptly sent her to her room and told her to put on her jammies.

And, by popular request, here's a picture of her (taken by my computer...so it's not the best. Still, you get the idea).


I know it doesn't look too impressive, but there really is a baby in there! It's not just the three boxes of doughnuts I ate this morning.

Not a complaint, just an observation

The other morning I woke up feeling like Autumn had come. There was a change in the air or something. It was like the seasons had gotten a hair cut, and had gone with a good ol' mullet. While summer is still in front, its only there on the way to the long, neglected part in the back that is fun, but gets old really fast.



I mean, let's face it. Does this guy look happy?

The Already Rebellious Child

This morning I felt my stomach tightening in the normal way as I sneezed.

Twice.

Now, if I were living in someone else's uterus, I can't imagine it being very comfortable having them squish me like that. Especially if I were trying to sleep.

So, I said "sorry" to try to make it up to her.

That was my attempt at being sympathetic and nice.

Turns out, when I woke her up with my natural bodily functions, she decided that she would start kicking at my stomach to try to make me uncomfortable and lose all the food that I had been eating all night.

Which was nothing.

Luckily I'm a master dry heaver.

I sense a child with her mother's sense of rebellion already. 21 weeks down, an eternity to go.

Favorite moment of the week

As I was sitting in the doctor's office, waiting for my name to be called, a couple with a 2-3 year old girl came out of the office.

Little girl to her dad: Daddy, daddy!! Look! (pointing to me) It's Taylor Swift!!
Dad: Why hello Taylor Swift!
Me: Hi
Dad: She loves your music!
Me: Well, I do what I can.

The little girl was still jumping up and down as they exited the office.

Mystery Baby

Well, we went to the doctor yesterday and got some pictures of our baby. They're all really cute, but I'm too tired to post them on here. But, just to let you all know,


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It's a GIRL!!!! We're very excited! Now, for a name. The only name we had somewhat decided on was a boy name. The best we've got for a girl is Allison Wonder Lund. Any suggestions?