Mr. A's Omnipotence

We are going to consult Mr. A from now on before making any big/rash decisions. Clearly he knows what he's talking about!

It's a GIRL!!

We're so excited for Miss M to have a sister to fight about, I mean, share clothes with, dress Barbies together, and be best friends with when they're like 25! :)

And, according to our ultrasound tech today, if the older child NEVER wavers in his/her prediction (and Mr. A was FIRM), then they are always right! So, take it for what it's worth, but our money's on Mr. A!

When I Obey...Lessons from Nemo

Let's face it. We all look up to Nemo around here. Mr. A loves his magic fin. Miss M loves to say his name, "Meemo. Meemo!!" and DH and I love the lessons he helps us to teach.

This week's lesson as discussed while Mr. A and Miss M took their evening bath.

"Mom, do you know what?"

"What?"

"Nemo didn't listen to his daddy and so do you know what happened to him?"

"What?"

"He was SCOOPED up by a human diver and he taked Nemo to P. Sherman's office - far away from his daddy."

"Uh oh. So, what does that mean?"

"If I not listen to my daddy then I will be scooped up by a human diver, Mom, and not get to see my daddy for a really long time and I not like that."

"So, what should you do?"

"Listen to my daddy and be obedient and then I not be scooped up by a human diver."

"Ok. Sounds good to me."

"Ok, Mom. You like that?"

"Like what?"

"You like that I not be scooped up by a human diver?"

"Yes, I like that very much."

Thanks, Nemo.

Overdue

Some of you may recall my friend, Sarah, from her 2008 "Accidental Ridiculous Hawaiian Tourist" costume (it was seen in the background of another picture, but was a classic). I know this is almost 6 months old, but I laugh every time I see it and couldn't not put it on my blog.

This past Halloween Sarah was a hen. She takes Adult Halloween costumes to a whole new level in my opinion. And, she has the utmost of confidence in doing so. Thanks, Sarah, for being so inspiring - and entertaining.

Kim S, Sarah S, and Me - Halloween 2009

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers

I know I've been posting a lot about Mr. A lately. I guess it's like that when he's the one that talks the most and the things he says are pretty darn funny.

Last night after he had said his prayers and asked that the baby in my tummy be healthy and safe, he sat up on his bed before I sang him a song and we had an interesting conversation.

"Mr. A, this is your last chance. We find out on Monday what the baby is. Do you still think it's a girl baby?"

"Yes, Mom. I already told you."

"You sure it's not a boy baby?"

"Uggh. Yes, Mom. It's a girl baby."

"Ok. What should her name be?"

"I not know, Mom. You tell me when she comes out of your tummy and then I pick her name."

"Any more ideas?"

"Umm...maybe Tasha?"

"Maybe."

"Mom, how come you not have 7 babies?"

Laughing out loud, I replied "And where would those 7 babies come from, Mr. A?"

Smiling, he replied, "Your tummy, Mommy!"

"That's a lot of babies to be in my tummy at one time. Would they be boy babies?"

"No, Mom. They be all girl babies."

"That's a lot of girl babies, bud. Then, you wouldn't have any brothers. And you and Daddy would be the only boys."

"But, what about you, Mom?"

"I'm a girl and Miss M is a girl."

"Oh. Then maybe we have 2 kinds - boy babies and girl babies."

"Ok. What would we name them?"

"Tyrone, Austin, and then Pablo would be the boy babies. And Uniqua and Tasha would be the girls."

"But that's only 5 names and there would be 7 babies."

"Oh, then Dora and Diego!"

Perfect. We would have the complete Nick Jr. family. I didn't want to disappoint on this special night, but just in case you're wondering, there will not be 7 babies coming out of this mommy's tummy - ever. Sorry, Mr. A! :)

Your-UH-g-WHY?

I'm trying to look on the bright side. It has been sunny and warm everyday since I arrived here. I've never been down this far South before and it's beautiful! Montevideo is a modern, yet classic city with interesting food, lots of meat, late meals (lunch at 4, dinner at 10 - it's killing me), nice people, eclectic shopping, and plenty of smokers (ech).

I was even able to make a side trip to Punta del Este (a beautiful beach town akin to Miami where the river meets the Atlantic Ocean and the sand between my toes was pure bliss).

Back to my bright side comment. So, of the 6 days I'm spending here, I only "needed" 2 days of sun. Good news - got 4 days. Bad news - the 2 days we needed only coincided with 1 of the 4 sunny days. Today it is raining and it needed to be sunny. Boo.

Still hoping that tomorrow will be ok and I will be able to fly home to see my babies. I miss them! Mr. A said to me last night, "Mom, I not see you so much!" So cute. I see you Saturday.