Oh Boy

Last week, something happened that I've heard is inevitable, but that I've been dreading nonetheless. Charlie was in the yard, holding a stick, and said, "Look, Mama, I have a gun!" I was feeling a little grumbly about it, but Evan talked me down by reminding me of all the things he's been pretending that don't involve weaponry . . .

Deep-sea diver


Explorer


Ballerina


Sous-chef


Beach bum




Maybe he won't turn out to be a sniper after all!

Yoga

Charlie joined me for some prenatal yoga this morning . . .

Getting centered


Belly breathing


Downward facing Charlie


Child's pose


He didn't hang around for shavasana!

Dino Week

This week, Charlie's preschool class is talking about dinosaurs, so he is in heaven! Today, the kids were asked what happened to the dinosaurs, and their teachers wrote down their answers. One of Charlie's buddies said they went to jail because they were so mean. Here's what Charlie had to say on the subject:

"I think they died before paleontologists came because volcanoes came. And the meat eaters ate dinos and chased away the paleontologists."

Logic? Not so much. But you gotta love the paleontologists being chased away by dinosaurs.

Plus One

The big news around camp these days is the extra heartbeat emanating from my decidedly rounder abdomen. "Charlie's baby" is about 16 weeks along, and I'm feeling pretty much back to normal. Much of the last 8-10 weeks has involved me going to bed at 8:30 and maintaining marginally acceptable grooming standards. Thankfully, my energy level is back to its former state, meaning that Evan is no longer solely responsible for maintaining our household and I might actually pass my classes this semester.

Charlie is very excited about the baby, which he refers to as "his" - which makes me sound like the hired surrogate. Here're a few gems from the past few weeks:

"Mommy is still sleeping. She is tired from growing my baby."

[After asking how the baby gets out]: "That will not break you?"

"Can the baby sleep with me in my big boy bed?"

"I will hold the baby on the potty so she will not fall in the water."

"We better put away these toys [before the baby comes] because they are too pokey."

The baby, whose sex will remain a mystery until February, is always "she" - we'll see if Charlie has any future as an oracle. He came with us on our first trip to the midwife last weekend. He wasn't particularly interested in hearing the baby's heartbeat (too abstract, perhaps?) but very curious about my urine dipstick, which Nancy kindly explained to him.

Just a video and a few photos to fill in the gaps from the last month:



Having a cherry tomato snack with daddy




Lounging in bed (where else?) with mama


Stories with a chokehold


Playing in the creek