Falling Babies

Thus far Izzy and I have had two baby showers; both of which where huge blessings to us.

Baby Shower #1:

Baby Shower #2:

Okay, it wasn't exactly like that, but seriously?!? What kind of a name is that?

Anyways, we received a ton of baby paraphernalia such as diapers, baby onesies, a pirate raincoat, a baby catapult, and socks. 

OH the joys of baby socks!! How cute they are, I wish I had some baby toe socks, that would just be overpoweringly cute, causing me to lose control of all of my physical faculties, defecate myself and I would die.

On my tombstone it would read thus:

Moving on...

We had two showers, one in Abilene, and one in Austin.

The one in Abilene was very fun, but did not have all that many people; just some close friends and family, hanging out and joking around. It was great though and was hosted by a close friend of my mother-in law, Sandra.

The second shower was in Austin, and was hosted by another friend of my mother-in law, Denise.  

Now I need to issue some background information about this second shower...

A Long Long time Ago... (About 153 days)

Izzy and I had a wedding shower in Austin.  I, not wanting to leave her alone (she doesn't like a lot of attention), and wanting to just be with her (I don't like not being able to give her attention), went to the wedding shower (only guy there = lots of attention).  

I'll admit, it was fun, but quite frankly, being surrounded by 30-50 ladies, with tea in their hands and crackers and presents and hugs, whose names I don't know but who very much so want to get to know the young hobbit marrying their graceful gazelle, Lauren.... was a little tiring. Fun but tiring. (I get the feeling that this is why most guys don't go, a mingling of fear and fatigue, of the ravenous kindness of a huge number of friendly people, inducing temporary paralysis which can lead to outburst of randomness)

Given that information I will also say this, I am not one scared of social situations in the least bit, nor am I fearful of being the only man in a large group of women, (I am the only hobbit in almost all my classes, excepting in Civilization I, weird huh?) possibly from the fact that I have two sisters, and my mother and father both have sisters.  Or it could be the fact that I played on the woman's volleyball team for a couple years in highschool... THAT ended awkwardly. 

Whatever the reason, I wouldn't mind being at the baby shower.  However, I didn't want to steal the attention that Izzy so rightfully deserved.  Dylan, thinking to link arms with me and so drag me to safety from the sea of females, stayed for some time until the questions of, "We know why he's here, but why did you stay?" became too much and he had to leave and reclaim his masculinity by eating a giant steak after chopping down a tree.  You're a good man Charlie Brown.

Izzy, on the other hand, was thoroughly happy to share the limelight, and very sweet the entire time.  She looked incredibly cute, and enjoyed herself very much as did I.

The ladies seemed to be very fond of her.  I could tell this from not only the hugs, and smiles she received but, from the giant pile of stuff we got.

I will profess that this is the only time in my life that I have been truly happy to have diapers thrown at me. 

In the words of my brave friend Dylan "Rufus,"  it's much better to have them flung now, before the chocolate filling has been added.

Love you all,

Tootie and Izzy

Water Displacement Fears

Recently, as in every day for the past three weeks, Lark has been trying to convince me to go swimming with him. At first it was just to do laps at the local Y; then I got a membership at ACU's new gym and that has become his primary goal.

Now, I would just like to state that, I do like swimming. I think I would even say that I love to swim. If we had an ocean in our backyard, I would be in there until my pruney fingers grew and grew and I turned into one giant, walking, talking, swollen prune. 

However, since becoming pregnant, I have felt less and less of a need to don a bathing suit and parade in public. Maybe it's because I've begun to feel like I've grown into a giant, walking, talking, swollen prune. Maybe I just haven't found a maternity swimsuit that doesn't irk me. Either way, Lark has now, in the middle of autumn, made it his objective to get me over my stipulations, into a suit, and in the water.

Since he persisted and "No thanks", "No.", and "Good Gosh, Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!!" haven't had any effect, I decided to make visual aids to help me explain, that I thought I would share with y'all. I would have made an educational flannelgraph, but I decided to go with the free method first. Flannelgraphs will be the next step.



Dearest Larkimous,
         Please note the inevitable occurrences below.

Stage 1

Stage 2

Stage 3

This is why I should not, shall not, and will not accompany you on any aquatic excursions in the immediate future.

Thank you,
Your loving wife, Izzy

Beep-Beep Guns and Zombies

On Friday Lark and I finally tripped to and registered at Targé, the magnificent. It had been procrastinated for a while and then prevented by a mysterious Target systems failure that put ALL of the machines in the place on the fritz except for the registers…of course. We finally did make it though.

We arrived mid-afternoon in the customer service section and waited in a very long line to give the red-shirted lady our blue registry piece of paper. When we finally made contact, we were given the golden gift of one of those sci-fi guns used to scan barcodes. We promptly petitioned for another one and won! It made our trip thirty times more fun.

These magical toys, that must be referred to at all times as "beep-beep guns", shoot out a straight line of red light to about four feet in front of it. It is a genius toy that I'm sure even Santa's elves couldn't emulate. 

We tripped with our beep-beep guns to the baby things section.

I beep-beeped Lark's head.

Lark beep-beeped Lark's head.

Lark beep-beeped Lark's teeth. They lit up in a glowing red fashion which complimented his brace's green rubber bands perfectly and made his mouth a festive affair that went well with the colder weather we were experiencing that day.

Lark beep-beeped the floor. 

"Some people say it's bad to be edgy, but hey, I'm WALKING THE LINE!" 

"Ooooh no! I've CROSSED the line!"

The baby things section was wonderful, so full of adorable, fuzzy, miniature human things that it just makes you smile and want to hug inanimate objects. 

Example: We found a fuzzy bear onesie that had paws, and a hood with little bear ears. Lark has declared that it is the ONLY outfit that he will be taking our child out in. 

"What if it's dirty Lark?"

"Then he'll just be all the more convincing of a bear."

It's beginning to look like i'm going to be the one doing little Lark's laundry.

Overall the Target trip was a big success. We beep-beeped all the things on the list that we needed to (with the help of all of the experienced parents shopping on our aisles) and got some awesome popcorn!

On the way home we ran into a zombie walking alongside the road.

Now I'm sure that that's something that you hear everyday, and seeing as the zombie apocalypse has still yet to come you've probably become a little jaded to all these people crying "wolf", but this one was for real!

This man was the splitting image of every ghoul from every zombie movie that you've seen. His skin had a grey tone. His eyes had a glazed over, vacant, stare. His walk was slow, wide stanced, and labored. This was clearly a man-eating menace who was slowly making his way to the unexpecting civilians waiting at the bus stop!

We aren't very good drivers when a member of the living dead is on the loose. We're working on it.

It was a disconcerting drive home to say the least. And no, we didn't ACTUALLY see the second part happen, but it was the only logical unfolding of events that we, and anyone else who observed what we did, could expect to happen.

For our loved ones out there and those we don't love but would prefer to not see die:

TOP 10 LESSONS FOR SURVIVING A ZOMBIE ATTACK:

1. Organize before they rise!

2. They feel no fear, why should you?

3. Use your head: cut off theirs.

4. Blades don't need reloading

5. Ideal protection = tight clothes, short hair.

6. Get up the staircase, then destroy it.

7. Get out of the car, get onto the bike.

8. Keep moving, keep low, keep quiet, keep alert!

9. No place is safe, only safer.

10. The zombie may be gone, but the threat lives on.

-from the Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection From The Living Dead by Max Brooks-

Till Next Time!

Peace and Blessings!

Much Love!

~Izzy~