Monday, November 2, 2009

The great pumpkin: 40.5 weeks

Except Mom and I didn't wear orange. She dressed us as a big black cat for Halloween.


(Yolanda's son, James, did come as a pumpkin.)


And Dad, you devil you.


Dad's office had a little Halloween party for all the kids, so of course I went. I was probably the youngest one there.

I didn't get to wear the swinging Halloween outfit Mom got for me, but she assures me I'll be get to wear it anyway once I hatch.

Whenever that might be.
Mom and Dad seem to have figured out that I'm on the 42 week plan. it was supposed to be a secret.
It's just so gosh darn comfy in here. At least once I push Mom's stomach, bladder, intestines, and diaphragm out of the way. Arguably, I'm practicing pushing off the starting block and will be a great swimmer.
Back to the party: Mom made delicious brains. They were a big hit.
Ok, ok, they weren't really brains. they were some of her fantastic cupcakes.
In costume, of course.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Mr. Big: 39.5 weeks

Who do you think you are?

Well it was that that guy John James Preston (Chris Noth) of Sex in the City.

However, I am currently assuming the title.


Because I am large. And in charge.

At least of mom's bladder.
Small power trip.

Really, she keeps encouraging me to come out and meet everyone, but... I don't know.
It's so comfy in here... I might just stay a couple more weeks.

Though rumor has it mom has been encouraging people to do labor chants, prayers, spells, etc. So maybe she's trying to tell me something.

I mean that and when she says, "Marcus, you can't sit like that -- there's no room." Or "Why, how, is your foot over there?!?"

Friday, October 23, 2009

Wonderful World

Mom and Dad, ok, mostly Mom, have mad crafting skillz, as previously mentioned. Mom Started singing Louis Armstrong's Wonderful World to me when I was a wee tyke. And I really like it. I always give her a good thump of approval.
Or maybe I'm telling her to be quiet.
She'll never know.

Regardless, Mom kind of thought it would be nice to make a book to accompany all the great images Mr. Armstrong sings about. Plus, Dad has a really hard time remembering the words. (He can remember his phone number from 25 years ago and the combination to his 7th grade locker, but a song? Not so much.).

She finally finished it this week. It's pretty nice. I don't think her wobbly recording and turning the pages all at one time necessarily do it justice, but at least you guys get to see it. Clearly, my mugshot is MIA at the moment, just waiting to get my good side.
Feel free to hum along...



And now you know what on earth Mom and Dad were doing a couple weekends ago.

Goldilocks

"Uh oh," said Baby Bear, "Somebody's been sleeping in my bed"


"And he's still there!"

Looking rather non-plussed about being awakened.

Needless to say, Mom ramped up her taping efforts.


See, she discovered that cats really hate to get tape stuck to them -- as evidenced by the chunk of fur that seems to be missing from Zsa Zsa's tail. And the shredded roller tape found strewn about the house one morning.

The crib was the last bastion of Tape-Free. The dresser and changing table were annexed first.

Tenzing hearts my changing pad -- especially when it was right side up and contoured to his body with the soft cushy cover. Even when Mom flipped it over, though, he was all, "Mmeh, s'all right. I am so cute that no one will mind. Mom put this up here for me, right? "

Clearly the whole:
  1. It's broad daylight which means I can be seen
  2. I'm on top of a dresser -- clearly furniture that is unlike the other ones I get to lay on
Did NOT factor into his reasoning.

TZ is very lovable. No one ever said anything about his smarts.


On the plus side, Goldilocks 1 and 2 aren't chilling in my crib anymore. Or on my changing pad. Or in my chair -- technically they always loved the chair and had been sleeping in it* for a couple years, so I guess it was their chair.

Not that I don't want to share... It's Mom, I swear it. She's always enforcing all these restrictions. I think she's just making them up as she goes, but don't tell her I told you that.

* literally, they used to sleep in the chair. In it's previous life as Dad's leather man chair, it had a piece of fabric covering the bottom that made a lovely hammock for all manner of kittens. Up to 5 at a time. And then there was the time ZZ got stuck inside. Mr. Stuart, Mom and Dad's landlord came over to take care of them and hung out reading the paper for a little while. ZZ climbed in, he finished the paper, and, well, you can imagine how happy she was when he came later in the day...

Monday, October 19, 2009

Framing: Part II

The framing continued apace and here's what Mom and Dad got to see last weekend. Yes, Mom even hauled my butt inside to check things out. She drew the line at climbing a ladder to the second floor, for some strange reason.



living-dining
kitchen
The roof should have been finished (probably not shingled) sometime this week and they get to do their electrical walk through to make sure everyone is in agreement over where switches and outlets are going. I suspect my input will not be requested, which I could hold a grudge over. And time my grand entrance accordingly, but I'm too nice to do that... And I think hatching next week fits my calendar better.

Friday, October 16, 2009

The boss


Really. Need I say more?

I'm not quite sure what ZZ will do in the new house (since there isn't going to be fridge access).

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

38 weeks


And looking rather melon-ish, if I don't say so myself.

Do the stripes make my butt* look big?

*My butt tends to be located on mom's upper left side.