17 Days to go

I thought we could have a little caption contest. How about, "Are we there yet?" or "Baby on board!" "It's getting crowded in here," and the clock is ticking. We only have 17 days to go. Favrefour is getting pretty rowdy these days doing a lot of kicking. Now you can tell it that's a foot or a punch beating Carrie up. Look at the size 12 that kid's kicking! (Takes after his dad). I guess he's going into management.

We spent the weekend getting the last details in order. We have the bottles, diapers, wipes, diaper disposal system that's supposedly going to help with the diaper stench. We've heard from some recent parents who tell us we are going to get peed on or worse. We won't go into the worse. Apparently we needed a little test. We went to the dog park over the weekend to wear out the luckster. One of us, who will remain anonymous, decided to go up to a strange dog (lesson learned) and "ohhhh, look at the little puppy, ohhh he's sooooo cute." Well, while that was going on one of us noticed, "umm, that dog is lifting his leg, and umm that dog is peeing on your bare leg and ummm, it's running down your leg into your sandal." Well, needless to say we will not be so anxious to go up to the "cute puppy" at the dog park any more. At least we know we can take a little getting peed on now and then. We are really getting this parenting thing down.

We only have 17 days to do. We hope we make it through Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday. We did buy a ton of a food so our wish is for Fatima to hang on until after we eat our feast and maybe catch at least one of the football games. We would hate to pop the turkey into the oven and go into labor. Although, having a birthday on Thanksgiving would be pretty sweet. We'll keep everyone updated as we near the date! Gobble, Gobble!