Sydney and I are outnumbered

We had our ultrasound this week and...


It's a boy!

Or, at least the doctor said he would be very, very surprised if it isn't. The baby, who we're tentatively calling Mirando* for the time being, was very shy about showing us his face and kept putting his hand over it every time we wanted him to look at us. He was not, however, shy about mooning us, since he showed his little bum every chance he got (just like his dad).

We're thrilled!

*I've offered the name Mirando to each of my friends who have been expecting baby boys over the years--I believe this started with Nicole when she was pregnant with Cooper. Since then, for reasons I will never understand, Aubrey, Amanda, Diania, Heather, Jill, Jamie, Katie and others have all turned it down. I'm assuming it's because it's such a fantastic, sophisticated name the parents are worried it places too much stress on the baby at the thought of having to live up to its greatness. Right?

Monday Lovely: Hi-ho cherry-o

This weekend Z & I decided that we don't do nearly enough "summery" things. We don't camp. We don't swim much. We don't hike or mountain bike or boat or do other active, outdoorsy things. I would like very much for that to change, preferably without me having to break a sweat.

We do, however, eat our weight in fresh produce. Every year, for about three months or so, we enjoy replacing our regular high-fructose corn syrup-laden snacks (I figured this is a fair description since isn't that in everything?) with delicious fresh fruits and veggies.


My friend & coworker Clint presented me with a huge bag full of these delicious beauties and they lasted all of, oh, a few hours at our house. A few flavorful, delightful hours.


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Flashback Friday: The glorious day of my birth

This week I turned 29 years old. I have no idea how this happened. I'm fully convinced that someone is playing a trick on me and that I am actually still 24, since that's the age for some reason I always go to say if I have to answer a question about how old I am and I don't think about it first.

In honor of the extraordinary day I entered the world, my mom sent me some pictures to commemorate the occasion.

With my flowing locks of hair, I'm rocking the mic during baby karaoke

Fresh out of the oven

Several months later, I'm equally alarmed at having to wear 35 pounds of clothing
and my dad's striking resemblance to a 1970's version of Abraham Lincoln

Overheard: Sure to replace the "honor student" bumper sticker

Proud Mom: Our son can't talk, but he can make an awesome fart noise.



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Bad Guys: Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid

Recently Zach and I played host to some of our fellow SoTro (SOuth of TROlley neighborhood) residents for Neighborhood Watch Night. Everyone congregated in our dining room, including our informative and very tough looking liason with the SLPD, a local detective. Trust me, you don't want to mess with him.

We learned about fighting crime in our neighborhood and also used it as an excuse for a friendly get-together. Zach and I have mentioned in the past that living in our house is almost like camping. And not just because we were lacking fully functioning running water and had an unhealthy amount of dirt within our immediate living quarters when we first moved in. Our neighborhood reminds me of childhood camping trips where lots of family friends would park their trailers or tents near each other and you could kind of wander from one person's place to the next, hanging out, sitting outside telling stories and laughing. It's not uncommon at all for us to see neighbors outside, stop and talk to them and then before we know it, others have also gathered and we set up an impromptu dinner party where everyone rummages around for whatever is in their fridge, wine cellar (i.e., the little shelf next to the toaster) or fruit basket and a delicious evening ensues.

On this Neighborhood Watch Night we ventured out onto our front porch and everyone realized that we were all lacking in the dinner party item contribution department so Zach called up a connection we have at Z Pizzeria and had some pies delivered.

Mark and Zach keepin' it real on the porch swing.
They are scaring away drug dealers with their toughness.

Satu, Alex, Mark and Daniel taking a bite out of crime.

Ryan is warning criminals to stay far, far away from his home, car
and thin crust with extra cheese.

We found out that not only do we excel at fighting crime, we are also experts at fighting hunger. Particularly our own.



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It's a Toss-Up Between the Guy in the Fountain and the One in the Pool

Maybe it's because some of the "photobombers" on this site remind me a little too much of things my always-proper, extremely shy husband would do in someone else's photo if he had the chance, I think the Web site below may be one of the best to ever hit the Internet.

Photobombers Of The Day

PS: If pressed hams and some inappropriate, immature gestures make you uncomfortable, you'll have to overlook a few of the pictures on here.

PPS: I found the link on MightyGirl.

Observation: Not a good sign I'll be fitting into my pre-prego jeans once this baby is here

If I can't remember how to turn on the treadmill, it's probably been too long.