If you’ve never seen 3D images of the unborn you may not know what you’re looking at. But here is the first photo of H2 (still un-named). It’s really hard to imagine what he will look like from these images, but I guess we only have 2 more months before we meet him and find out.
Here he is with his hand over this face. He’s on the right side of the photo (profile shot):
I’m not sure why the cat tolerated this for so long. By the time I got the camera it had been going on several minutes already.
The leaf playing continued on into the weekend….
More cuteness on Sunday.
Throwing a ball for Max.
It’s getting dark so early now, but that doesn’t stop Hudson from wanting to be ahhh-side (outside). He played in the leaves last Friday evening.
He jumped in the leaves until he hurt his neeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Hudson got a shiner at school. He was climbing on a bookshelf and fell off. He actually looks pretty cute with his purple eye.
I am feeling the need to defend myself before I post these photos. Since I’ve become a mother I have noticed that there is scrutiny (and judgment passing) around what parents should let their children eat. Mike and I are active, at a healthy BMI (well, when I’m not 7+ months pregnant) and neither of us has ever struggled with a weight issue. So I say, ‘let the kid be a kid and everything in moderation’.
No, this donut is not organic and the chocolate is not carob. It’s a plain ‘ole, greasy, sugar-laden donut from Dunkin Donuts.
And for what it’s worth, I also let him have candy, hot dogs, potato chips, french fries and chocolate milk. Quick, someone call CPS.
I’ve had tons of people ask about H’s costume, and the circumstances in which it was returned.
Our awesome daycare owner(s) chased down the only parent who did not return Saturday’s calls (three calls) when the parent surfaced on Monday morning. The parent’s reaction?
‘Oh yeah, I have that. My husband picked it up by accident. You know….men.’
Actually, no. I don’t know. My man and every other man I know would not have wanted a child to go without his costume on Halloween night. The costume was unceremoniously dropped off without an apology, a bottle of ‘I’m so sorry’ wine or an offer to reimburse Mike and I for the cost to replace it. Just a nonchalant, ‘Yeah, I have it.’. The circumstances surrounding its disappearance continue to be very suspect….. The daycare is insisting that they reimburse us, but I maintain that it is not their place to take any blame.
Given this reaction, I am no longer holding my breath for the apology that won’t be coming.
No new pictures of H. Mike is away in Boston and I am tired (the continuous night time peeing is wearing me down)! I had my 29 week check up this morning, survived the blood-letting and passed the glucose screening with flying colors. I also managed to score an H1N1 vaccination.
Here is one of my favorite ‘phone’ pictures of him at Marbles Kids Museum.
And I found this alien in the dryer on Sunday…..I guess we’re beginning the shenanigans phase of toddlerhood.