Whatta dog! He has so many tricks...Sike. He can shake. But here, we are showing the trick we have deemed 'circus dog.' He doesn't do this often, but when he does, Abe and I get a huge kick out of it.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Here we have the 'circus dog'
Whatta dog! He has so many tricks...Sike. He can shake. But here, we are showing the trick we have deemed 'circus dog.' He doesn't do this often, but when he does, Abe and I get a huge kick out of it.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
He likes to "swirl"
When we got home from Mexico, we went to pick Red up at my aunt's house where we found out that he had:
1. Gotten the cha cha's
2. Run away for a brief moment, causing my aunt to have to run down the alley in her gown and fuzzy slippers yelling "TREAT TREAT!"
3. Drug out all the Beanie Babies from a closet, but before he could rip into one of them my aunt turned the corner and scared him half to death.
4. Gotten into the trash and smeared it all over the house
5. And last but not least, peed a small amount on her carpet where my cousins horse, I mean bull mastif has had an accident.
With all of this said, he is still the most cute dog and I just love my puppy. And he loves us. Abe dropped a sweatshirt onto a chair in our den and Red likes to swirl in clothing that smells like Abe. Here is a shot of Red swirling to get comfy in his daddy's shirt.
1. Gotten the cha cha's
2. Run away for a brief moment, causing my aunt to have to run down the alley in her gown and fuzzy slippers yelling "TREAT TREAT!"
3. Drug out all the Beanie Babies from a closet, but before he could rip into one of them my aunt turned the corner and scared him half to death.
4. Gotten into the trash and smeared it all over the house
5. And last but not least, peed a small amount on her carpet where my cousins horse, I mean bull mastif has had an accident.
With all of this said, he is still the most cute dog and I just love my puppy. And he loves us. Abe dropped a sweatshirt onto a chair in our den and Red likes to swirl in clothing that smells like Abe. Here is a shot of Red swirling to get comfy in his daddy's shirt.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Baby Name Oh Baby Name, Where Are You?
Ok, so Abe and I are having a really hard time agreeing on a name for our kiddo. We've both been vetoed, fought for our #1 names, let our parents in on the fun, even searched the web. We are officially taking suggestions. Please note: the name should go well with a middle name of Sage.
Feel free to suggest your winners in the coment section of this blog.
Feel free to suggest your winners in the coment section of this blog.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
And I'll Never Wear THESE Jeans Again
So, I've been pretty good about the whole "weight gain" during my first 23 weeks of pregnancy. (To date, I've only packed on 6.5 lbs) I can still fit into a pair of jeans that I wore before July 4th. And by "fit" into a pair of jeans, I mean I can fit my hips, ass, legs, and ankles into them. The belly, not so much. So, my awesome mom, Patty, as I refer to her when speaking to amigos, bought me a bella band. A great invention for those who are in their 10th-16th week of pregger-ness, it allows you to wear pants that fit everywhere but are not really zipping up all the way.
The band is not so great for someone like me, who is still wearing pre-preggo pants (ppp) and has a belly the size of a mini basketball hanging off her frontal region. You see, ppp are great because it reminds you that you are only gaining weight in the belly/boob vicinity and to keep up your good work! (Good work = eating fruit, FiberOne bars, and rocky road ice cream daily in order to keep your girlish figure.)
Today however, my jeans are feeling a little more snug than normal, the bella band is bunched up around my waist and into my underpants, and I can see it hanging out underneath my borrowed maternity sweater. (Thanks Amy!) Therefore, I am retiring these jeans o'mine and the band until further notice. Tomorrow, I may move on to actual maternity pants, pants that I have been avoiding like Mexican food, onions and some sauce Ty's wife makes to go with his chicken lunches. Moving right along into maternity pants and a larger bra....Go baby!
The band is not so great for someone like me, who is still wearing pre-preggo pants (ppp) and has a belly the size of a mini basketball hanging off her frontal region. You see, ppp are great because it reminds you that you are only gaining weight in the belly/boob vicinity and to keep up your good work! (Good work = eating fruit, FiberOne bars, and rocky road ice cream daily in order to keep your girlish figure.)
Today however, my jeans are feeling a little more snug than normal, the bella band is bunched up around my waist and into my underpants, and I can see it hanging out underneath my borrowed maternity sweater. (Thanks Amy!) Therefore, I am retiring these jeans o'mine and the band until further notice. Tomorrow, I may move on to actual maternity pants, pants that I have been avoiding like Mexican food, onions and some sauce Ty's wife makes to go with his chicken lunches. Moving right along into maternity pants and a larger bra....Go baby!
We're Baaaaack! And we are kickin'!
Abe and I returned from "Mejico" (pronounced "me-hee-co", as my brother calls it), on Thursday night. I, burned to a crisp and already started the dandruff face look; Abe still as pale as he was when we arrived- liver may be a little more "tan" aka brown from the shots of tequila and heavy amounts of michelada drinking he did- but hey, we were in Mexico! He was drinking for three....err two.
While in Mexico, a funny little thing happened. I started getting kicked (hard) by my baby! Like punching me in the gut/bladder kicks. So hard, Abe could FINALLY feel what I had been telling him for the last couple of weeks. It was the strangest, but most cool feeling in the world. When the baby kicked Abe's hand, I looked over to see his reaction- and it was one of pure shock. I started crying because it scared me a little and Abe's eyes widened like he'd just seen a ghost.
It was a fun little moment for us, and a great vacation to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary, an early 30th bday (yikes!), and our growing bambino.
While in Mexico, a funny little thing happened. I started getting kicked (hard) by my baby! Like punching me in the gut/bladder kicks. So hard, Abe could FINALLY feel what I had been telling him for the last couple of weeks. It was the strangest, but most cool feeling in the world. When the baby kicked Abe's hand, I looked over to see his reaction- and it was one of pure shock. I started crying because it scared me a little and Abe's eyes widened like he'd just seen a ghost.
It was a fun little moment for us, and a great vacation to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary, an early 30th bday (yikes!), and our growing bambino.
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