Oh Baby!!!

Yesterday Emily and I excitedly (and admittedly a bit anxious) got in the car to go downtown together for a mother/daughter bonding moment. The purpose of our trek? For Emmers to watch me get lathered up in warm goo in order to catch a glimpse of this:

Oh, it brought tears to my eyes! Yes, it was verified....The little jumping bean we saw on the screen confirmed our suspicions that my body has been taken over by an alien identity. And it's settled in for 7 more months! It was very active and very cute, you know, for a bean.



Now I feel justified in feeling ill at the thought of browning ground beef and getting winded performing menial chores such as grating cheese. I also feel entitled to my 10 hours of sleep per night, when pre-ultrasound I was thinking maybe I was just lazy? Emily wanted to know "How's the baby supposed to be healthy if you're so sick?" Because it's sucking the life out of me! (which unfortunately doesn't end once they're born...)



At any rate, we are very excited and thinking girly thoughts. Estimated due date: June 24. I've always heard June babies are the cutest. Next to Feb, April, and October, of course.



Phew. I'm out of breath. I need a nap.

BOO!

Frightening, I know. Every time Dan puts that mask on, Sam is terrified beyond reason. Yet he continues to toment him with it. Fathers.

This year we continued our tradition of trick-or-treating with cousins. It was the "Kuna Year" so we packed up and made the trek south. After a belly full of delicious "monster stew" the kids headed out for some loot. Thanks to the 60 degree weather, they were out for over an hour and came home with enough candy to last them until Christmas (literally--I will be putting the leftovers in their stockings. shhhh)!
Lukas and Sam came back sweating and red-faced. I'm telling you--this year was so bizarre! Espcially compared to my childhood memories of trick-or-treating in frigid temperatures with Dad driving us around from house to house in the country with worries of getting stuck in the snow.... It was a great year. Give a woot woot for chocolate.

P.S. This is what my kids do when I'm blogging and too lazy to get them that snack they've been begging for...

overheard...

"....and you wouldn't want to go trick-or-treating naked because that would be totally inappropriate." -Emily to a cousin



"Hey, you look like Jesus!" -Lukas to our tv fix-it man (who knew Jesus had tatoos?)



Lukas: "I don't eat my boogers anymore."

Me: "That's good. What do you do with them?"

Lukas: "I put them back in my nose."

Me: "No you don't! What do you really do with them?"

Lukas: "I play with them and then throw them away."



"I'm going to get you, stinkin' Lightning McQuack!" Sam to his Daddy