Post 10

I know I know I know.....these posts aren't coming along as quickly as you'd like them to. I'm sorry. This week's been crazy crazy.

We're finally getting back into the swing of things at the dirt farm. It's fall in Texas, which is really nice...the temperatures drop to the cool mid-90's and it's nice to not have to wring out your underwear everytime you go outside for over 5 minutes. Aww the good life.

Living on the dirt farm has really been a blessing for us in that, 1) it's free (and if it's free, it's for me) and 2) it's like camping...which helps us to remember how great it is to live in a nice home with wonderful amenities like insulation in the walls and attic, windows that actually close, a yard with grass versus stickers, mole holes, and grasshoppers, and no lingering skunk smells throughout the inside and out. I tell ya...Kelli deserves a medal for this.

The new home will be super nice though...and we're very excited about getting it going (!). I think little Charlie will enjoy not having to have sticker-removal surgery performed on his little fuzzy feet every other night, and K and I will no doubt enjoy the absence of forests of sequoia-size ragweed bushes...man I can crank out some snoring.

So how's Kelli doing? She's doing really well. She's sensitive to smells lately, especially smells that emanate from my own personal activities, such as wine drinking. If I have a glass of wine on or near my person, I'm not allowed to sit on the couch with her. Oh well...she needs the space anyway. Evidently the small-dog smells coming from Charlie-dawg don't bother her...I guess that's the love of a mother for you.

Kelli's belly is so cute...and growing every day. Her belly button is an almost-outy, which is cute, and last week she declared to Charlie and I (to which we were stunned....so much that Charlie was speechless) that "OFFICIALLY NONE OF MY PANTS FIT ANYMORE!" So now you know....none of her pants fit anymore. Which is bad if you're me because 1) she cannot walk around in public without pants on which means 2) WE NEED NEW PANTS.

She did buy some of these really cool stretchy elasto-bands for her pants where one end of the stretchy thing buttons to one side of her pants and the other side to the other side (you get my drift I hope) such that the waist of her pants increases by about 5 inches. I gotta tell you, this is genius thinking, and to any of you entrepreneurs out there, listen up, take this idea to the man clothes stores and you'll make a mint. I never knew this type of thing existed! I mean...I could still be wearing my old 32" waist jeans from college! I'm pretty sure the men's pants industry is keeping this off the man-clothes market....because if this thing got out there...well, it'd be curtains for the man-pants industry. You'd never have to buy new pants again! Proof again that women are smarter than men.

So yes, the belly is growing (among other things)...and yes, we will get some pics up here for all to see. Just last night Kelli remarked, as she was making her little blanket/mattress belly-support cocoon while Baron James (our son's name if we have one) droned on about the stupid news, that God has done a pretty amazing thing because her body just knows what to do...it just turns into this baby-making machine and does its job. Of course, I replied, I have been in constant amazement of what a wonderful job God has done with my body...I mean, I'm a specimen (I won't tell you what kind of specimen she mentioned I might be). Oh that's a funny joke for Dave.

Speaking of The Belly, night before last K-Tel decided she'd lay down on the sticker-covered carpet and play with Charlie (Charlie thinks this is fun for approximately one minute and 25 seconds, after which he takes his toys and goes to do his own thing...he's a fun-hater). Well after Charlie bails, she decides it's time to get off the floor, but The Belly decides for her that it's not time to get off the floor, in fact, The Belly commanded her entire body to STAY PUT. Which it did...but Kelli didn't get the message and she kept trying to wiggle/grunt/roll over/waddle her way up off the floor then wham! her hips won't work and then her back kicks in....it was amazing! SHE WAS STUCK ON THE FLOOR. I immediately went into action mode (which means I began laughing at her) then, after a minute or three, I helped her up. The physics of the baby-making and its effects are amazing. I suspect this will be the end of laying on the floor for a while. Oh well, Charlie is generally disinterested anyway. He's such a bookworm.

So anywho....Kelli is doing pretty well....she's adjusting to her new body mass, and her ever-shifting centroid (I'm fairly certain that no one but you engineering geeks know what a centroid is, but I thought I'd throw it in there for fun....look it up if you're looking for some real fun facts!). She's being a great sport about the whole thing...and quite frankly, she has that baby glow about her. She's my little angel (except when she's yelling at me for smelling too soapy when I get into bed at night after a shower...I know...sometimes smells hurt too).

Well, better close for now. We should know the sex of baby B next Tuesday. Last night Kelli and I formed a strong don't-get-your-bladder-so-full-that-it-crams-Baby B-up-into-a-hole strategy so we can get a good shot of Baby B also known as Captain Awesome (if it's a boy) or Captain Awesome (if it's a girl) at the next sono.

Thanks for stopping by. Check back more often....the Boss told me I need to get my sh*t together on posting more often (or maybe that was Sara).

Adios moist nachos!