Holidays

Thanksgiving with the family.


Day after Thanksgiving with the other family. Camille's roommate was visiting and wanted to see a typical holiday and also to play pictionary. Jonathan and I missed the dinner and argument but obliged with games at our house the day after. Unfortunately the camera wasn't out during charades.

Camille's birthday, being cozy on the couch with the boys.

Friends!

And something to keep warm in while watching it!

Our new nativity set made it through this year with only a chipped sheep ear (courtesy of the boys). We'll see how it holds up with kids.

Jonathan was the one to get down on the floor and tighten the screws on the tree stand this year. It's a bit of a tight fit, not to mention uncomfortable, for me at the moment.

We managed to put lights on the tree at least! I tried putting on a few non-breakable ornaments to see what the boys would do. They knocked most off most of the ones in reach but they didn't climb the tree to get at the ones higher up. Partial success?

Christmas morning:

We spent some time discussing the fact that this will be our last adults-only holiday (God willing) for quite a number of years. There have definitely been some sweet things about being just the two of us but by all accounts holidays have an interest and freshness with kids that is even more special. Our daughter will be old enough by next Christmas to pull ornaments off the tree and be enthralled with wrapping paper. My standards for decorating dropped quite a bit this year due to the cats and pregnancy sickness so hopefully I'll be ready to be flexible next year.

We're already being helped to prepare:


Silly daddy!

30 Weeks

Things are moving along!


We've started birth class, house rearranging and girth expansion in earnest. I can feel distinguishable baby bits when she is moving around rather than just the thumping of kicks and wiggles. I thought that I was also no longer mistakable as chubby. After all, people have started giving up their seats on the bus for me. However, when we went out for Jonathan's birthday last Friday, I must have been leaning over because the bartender asked if I would be having a margarita as well. He figured out the true situation after he came back with my milkshake.

There has been plenty of excitement associated with simply being pregnant but now we are getting excited to actually meet our daughter. She can stay in for a while longer though--we're not that eager.

Quotables

We are cleaning out our house in preparation for the new resident and are coming across all sorts of odds and ends.

Quote board from the guys bachelor apartment:


Quote board from my apartment with Elsa and Jacqui:


But seriously, DO you like blood?

Eating on Hobbit Schedule

First breakfast
Second breakfast
Elevenses
Lunch
Afternoon tea
Dinner
Supper
Bedtime snack

All part of the anti-pregnancy sickness routine.

I think that this baby is going to be made of apples and avocados, with a hint of collard greens and sweet tarts. Forget the ice cream, I'm jealous of Judy's fantastic access to fresh, ripe avocados.

20 Weeks

I finally both look and feel pregnant. I feel appropriate dressed up in maternity clothes and can do most of the things that I need to on a regular basis-including smile for the camera.

Even though I would really like to spend more time doing this:

The cats are definitely in favor of the recumbent position as well.

Some people rent moving trucks...

Others feel that their pickup is quite sufficient:

Knitting Adventures (from 6/09)

My first sweater-the Ophelia cardigan in Knitpicks Comfy. I was surprised at how quickly it worked up until I remembered that most of my projects up until this point had either been on #2 needles or lace. I had hoped to wear it to Camille's graduation but ended up sleeping on the plane instead of knitting. It was finished just in time to go to Folklife, though.


Evenstar fingerless glove #1:


I had a dreadful time photographing this without the cats getting in the way. The law of cat attraction apparently applies to yarn too. In fact, they liked this particular yarn so much that Edison figured out how to open my backpack and extract the partially finished glove and yarn ball from the project pouch in order to carry it off in high glee to kill it in several corners of the house. There are a couple of fuzzy spots on the left glove that will never be the same again.