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Oct. 19, 2008
Keeping Busy In The Fall
Jessica, gearing up for...something...while Sarah looks on.
Ah, yes, there it is. Note Jay still in work clothes and Kat making wild motions to direct him (like I need to), while Lhasa, ever-vigilant, looks on:
In addition to my slowly expanding gestation and Jay's frenzied pace on the basement, we have other ways and amusements up here. Yes, sometimes we do even MORE sports. For the naysayers, full gear including helmet, boots, and throttle governor. Bah. Enough of the justification. She has a blast on it.
Sarah, worn out from the excitement of following Jessie all over the yard. The cat is not one to miss out on a warm lap, even if it's connected to the one who occasionally drags her around by her tail. Peebies is quite the forgiving kitteh.
Other times we do this kind of stuff: (look, Mary, the PlayMobil stuff in action! No bucket, though...)
Never a dull moment, or if there just happens to be a dull moment, someone will start a rip-roaring fight and un-dull it in a hurry.
(Like right now, they're out there fighting while I'm in here writing. Sounds like Jay is getting ready to lose his temper.)
Mom's coming out in December. W00t! Hopefully she'll be able to leave before the cold snap they predict sometime in January, a week or so of twenty-plus below zero.
Never a dull moment with the weather here either, now that I think about it.
Sarah, all worn out from two days of throwing up and one day of diarrhea (or maybe two, who knows). Do we know how to party around here or what?
Just when you think she's better, someone goes and offers her a big glass of milk (hey, *I* was taking a nap). And then yark, it all goes again. (Jay got a valuable lesson in using a scrub brush on carpet when cleaning up the nastiness.) Poor thing. I hope she's over this by tomorrow. Because when you're pregnant, you can smell things really well. And anything with milk in it just makes vomit all the more...obnoxious. (especially when they do it in the middle of their bed at oh-dark-thirty a.m.)
There's a wee dog curled up near her lap taking advantage of a warm fever as well.
Lumpy and bumpy. That's the order of the day when I'm growing a new critter. 22 weeks (I think) is where I'm at, and a few more months before we have more female hormones raging at our house.
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Posted by Anonymous 
Oct. 20, 2008 - Cute bump
Love-
Zarcone clan