Yeah, we're still in the hospital and will be until Sunday night at least. We have loved spending so much time with our new beautiful boy. Everything he does is so cute or funny to us. Like this for example:
I swear he knows what he's doing. Why else would he choose to pee at the exact moment his diaper is off? Or why does he poo 5 minutes after we change him? I think it is his idea of a joke.
The contest we set up at the beginning of this blog is now officially over. I found out our child's name today. Allow me to explain.
You see, I feel our baby will be born on the opening day of The Dark Knight. This is due to the fact that he will be a superhero. and today, it just hit me:... Batman.
Think about it. Batman Pilkington. Kids are often unhappy with their names. What little boy wouldn't want to be named Batman?
I was also toying with the ideas of The Flash (on the condition that it is always pronounced "the flash" not just "flash") Cable (aka Nathan Scott Summers- the time-travelling son of Cyclops and Jean Grey) and Hank McCoy (the Beast from X-Men).
So thank you everyone for your input, but we've got it all figured out.
Some names that were shut down: Anferny - Cory Wolverine - Catie LeGrand - Dave Esquire - Catie (wasn't originally aware that it is actually a title and not a name) Rex - Dave Curtis - Curtis Cory - Cory Don - Don Leon - Matt Aquaman - ...
no these are not the feet of the pillsbury doughboy sadly these are my feet i'm now about three weeks from having our sweet little baby boy and the heat+pregnancy=crazy swelling for catie's feet...and what were once ankles my feet may be horrifying to look at but please note the fabulous paint job cory willey surprised me with a fantastic pedicure (and was patient enough to sit through my laughing fit...i'm a bit ticklish) so thanks to cory for the pedicure and dave for the endless foot massages my feet might make it to the very end
ps i got fitted for compression hose today because my doc thinks my swelling's a bit outrageous...wonder what those are going to feel like
We had an unforgettable independence day celebration last night. Like much of the general public, my Dad spent over $90 on fireworks and we went to my grandpa's house to light them off with the whole family watching.
Fireworks are funny. They are all the same. Then, when one stands out amongst the rest (usually the ones with the random purple sparks), someone says, "ew, that was a good one. Remember to get that one again next year." But that, of course, never happens. So I took it upon myself to write down the name of this particular firework. It was "Mystery sparkling fountain". Then I read the rest of the names. "dazzling fountain", "giant burst", and other such generic names. No wonder these things are never remembered. I want to meet the Chinaman who's job is to look through a chinese-english dictionary and come up with these names.
But one particular firework stood out this year. Highly recommended by the 14-year-old booth manager. It is a hexagonal box with a giant tail made of fire crackers. So you light the tail and when it gets to the top, it spins. This is what the instructions on the back say:
My favorite part is the first frame "Hang up in the open area". Yeah, as if every household has a random horizontal metal poll, 15 feet away from anything, to hang a bursting firework from.
This very issue posed a problem for my Dad who was so excited about this firework in the first place.
Solution: hang up firework in a tree directly above shrub bushes.
I don't know which is funnier, the excitement over this solution, or the surprised look on my dad's face as my grandpa's precious shrubs started on fire. This is one firework we will never forget.
We were amongst family the other day and an interesting subject came up in our conversation. Spencer Coleman stated that he could never be a gambler because he would live in a constant internal battle over buyer's remorse. The thing with gambling is that you can never take back your bet like you can a big screen TV to Wal-Mart after the super bowl. Then Catie piped in with her perfume story.
Apparently, Catie bought the most outrageously priced perfume I have heard of (to the tune of +$100/ 2oz.) from Nordstrom once, only to find the fragrance totally unappealing to her back at home. So she tries it on over and over again, hoping it will magically change with age (like a bottle of fine wine), to no avail. So 2 years later, she takes this used bottle of perfume back, and they give her a full refund. Are you shocked? I was. But not to the extent as when I heard that Spencer's friend bought $30 shoes from Nordstrom Rack and took them back to Nordstrom for an $80 refund.
Which brings me to my final story- The G-Star shirt.
I bought a long sleeved, G-star shirt last fall from Pib's Exchange for $9. I wore that shirt more than any other shirt in the history of my wardrobe. It ripped, Catie patched it, it ripped again, Catie made me throw it away. I still miss it. The shirt made me feel like a super hero.
please oh please remember that these are my photos and my words (unless otherwise stated) that i work hard on. if you'd like to put them on your blog, show me some love and please give credit where credit is due. thank you, my sexy babies.