No tomato sauce!

It could be the ravioli, but I'm pretty sure the kid says no on tomato sauce in general.

I dragged Chris to St. Charles to get a 5 year wedding anniversary photo which brought up recollections of getting these photos done as a child and I thought I'd post them here. Courtesy of the TinTypery.

I should add that Chris hates doing these, but is kind enough to do some anyway. I still need to scan and post the Roaring 20s and Western picture (he really hated the Western one) that we did a few years ago. And by some miracle Chris thinks that we should do this again with our kid when s/he's a toddler, and be a 20s gangster family. Y'know, a kid with a gattling gun and a wise guy expression.

Large lime

I'm not sure when we'll get out of the fruit categories. Tomorrow is large lime. Today I'm trying not to do work at my desk during lunch so I am writing this a day early.

I feel good today!? I don't know why, it's kind of scary. Like a false spring.

I learned that if I take my vitamins while stuffing myself then I don't get the vitamin killer stomachache, I just feel gross and overly full. So, happy medium. No cravings either.

What a wonderful discovery! I used to look at the new "handicap" spaces for "expectant mothers" and yell "why do they get special treatment! They got themselves knocked up! Peasant women used to labor in the fields, go into labor in the fields, have the baby, and get back to hoeing. These women can walk a few extra parking spaces!"

yea, well now I get to be handicapped. This Christmas it's all about the expectant mother parking. boo-yea. Do I get one of those special license plate or a tag to hang on my rearview mirror?

People keep asking me if my dad is excited. I don't know, can Joe Winkler ever be excited?? I can't tell what he is. He's just.... Karen's scary dad, as always. Yea what the hell. He's thrilled.

Some people keep asking about whether we are going to find out the gender of baby Baer and possible names. We will find out the gender if s/he is showing us. That will be in early January.

Chris has given up on the idea of his first-born son being named "Athanasius" (Athy for short). He also kicked around Chris Jr. for awhile, but we're not really a "junior" type family. So now he is Michael Philip, at least for now. I always liked the name Theodore, but that would mean that Chris would be constantly doing his Cosby impersonation "Theo, my boy!". Plus, he'd end up as "Teddy Baer".

The girl is a different matter. For the last several years I was determined to name a daughter Elanor, but that is slowly dimming. Now I really like Marian or Charlotte. The middle name would be Teresa, after Chris' mum.

The polls are now open, so cast your votes by commenting below.

Fun with dirt

I spent most of Saturday outside digging in the dirt to plant tulip and daffodil bulbs. Mom and Chris wouldn't let me use the big shovel, so I dug with the little shovel. It took forever. I decapitated many worms.

Sunday I had my 3 oldest friends over to the new house. I was drooled on by little Beatrice (5 months old) who had no trouble eating my fingers but WAILED when I tried to hold her. I declined an invitation to learn how to change a diaper; I do not want to learn until the very last minute. Chris has more experience than me - he changed a diaper at least once before.

Sunday I also learned many things:
1) baby does not like breakfast sausage
2) baby likes squash and dried out pulled pork
3) baby somehow got me to start eating asparagus

I have dandruff for the first time in 20 years and I broke out into hives or a rash all around my neckline. Where is that maternity "glow" I keep hearing about?

Current craving: Tuna salad with egg, mayo and bread and butter pickle.

Small plum!

Today is 8 weeks and my baby is the size of a small plum. S/he went from pea to medium black olive to small plum. I believe next week is a large lime.

I will post all weird cravings as they happen-ish. Monday was mashed potatoes, easily remedied by KFC. Tuesday was fried chicken (when I drove down 70 through downtown, it smelled like blackened chicken - 3 weeks ago it smelled like fish and 2 weeks ago it smelled like doughnuts). Yesterday I really wanted a corn dog (no hot dogs for me, wah!). This morning I wanted toast with butter and jelly. But who is to say that these are actually new cravings or that I just feel more inclined to obey them now that I have an excuse?

Chris is adorable and extremely helpful. It's hard not to be infuriated at this boost of chivalry, but nice to have an excuse not to carry the laundry basket or bring in groceries. I need to seal my driveway and my deck stairs, does anyone need some extra cash? I'm not allowed to perform such labor intensive tasks, and Chris denies any knowledge of handy-man tasks.

Now when we go places Daddy says stuff like "this is baby's first trip to the grocery store", without realizing that baby made his first trip many places before we realized that there was a baby. He's so very excited and has great big plans (he's talking about investing, yikes!). I couldn't be happier by his attitude or support.


Here's that picture so I don't have to keep sending it around through email.


I still want some toast, can anyone get me a piece of toast????

Disclaimer

what's a blog? Did someone sneeze?

Here is my disclaimer -

Those familiar with the Ireland Chronicles understand my writing style. Those who are not familiar with them please understand that much of this is stream of conscioussness and I do not spend any time proofreading the material as I have to do enough of that at my job. I will not gross anyone out but I will not refrain from any honest feelings and am physically unable to keep out any and all sarcasm, even when writing of my blossoming family. Happy? Enjoy.