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33 Weeks...

...and all's well! No cholestasis yet. The baby is having a grand old time literally bouncing off the walls of my uterus. I have a feeling we are going to have to watch this child closely.

I haven't seen my feet in who knows how long (except in pictures of course), but I am thrilled by the fact that I can still wear my wedding ring! :)

Sneaky sneaky.

Okay, here's another mealtime story. First, you should know that whenever we tell Kaeta to "eat 3 more bites" of something, we count as she eats the bites. So she's gotten used to that.

Well, today at lunch, Kaeta needed to take two more bites of her grilled cheese sandwich before she could have a pickle. (This kind of restriction is all that keeps her from eating nothing but pickles, 24/7.) We told her, "eat two more bites," so she picked up her sandwich, took one bite, looked at us slyly, and said, "Two!"

We're gonna have to watch her! I fear we underestimate her sneakiness.

Arrr! I be eatin' yer aphids!

For some reason, Kaeta keeps acting like a girl. Yesterday I was wearing my Pittsburgh Pirates shirt, featuring this logo:

When Kaeta saw this, she pointed right at the pirate's bandana and exclaimed, "Ladybug!"

Sheesh.

Little Miss Loophole

For dinner tonight we had chicken, broccoli, and macaroni & cheese. All through dinner, Kaeta kept saying "Macky-roony! Macky-roony!" So the mac & cheese was a hit, but she wasn't touching her chicken or broccoli. After awhile, Karianne told her, "Eat two more bites of chicken, then you can have more macky-roony."

Kaeta ignored this offer and batted absent-mindedly at the food on her tray, then asked for more macky-roony. Finally, Karianne got her to eat one bite of chicken. I saw her looking at a piece of broccoli, so I told her, "Eat one more thing and you can have some macaroni." I meant that she could eat one bite of either the chicken or the broccoli.

She surveyed the situation, looking closely at her tray. Then she looked up and saw her milk sitting on the table.

"Eat milk!" she said, grabbing the cup and guzzling from it. She had found a loophole! Perhaps she'll make a good lawyer some day.

A phrase she latched onto recently and keeps repeating is "Drink milk, good idea!" She says that at dinner all the time. Tonight, though, she rephrased it as "Eat milk, good idea!" Nice try, kid.

(A minute later she ate some more chicken and finally got her macky-roony.)

You'd rather be what?

Tuesday evening we went to Target to pick up the Season 3 DVDs of The Office. (That's right, we bought it on the day it was released. We're those people.) Anyway, as we were leaving, we noticed a bumper sticker on the car parked next to us that cracked us up. It said:

I'd rather be homebirthing.

Seriously? You'd rather be at home enjoying the unmedicated agonies of labor than spending a leisurely Tuesday afternoon shopping at Target? These are the kind of people who are keeping Austin weird.

Baby Cam

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