Oh Baby!

Okay everyone, as promised, here come the pictures of me and my big baby belly. The belly is much bigger than the baby! Based on the measurements at my ultrasound last week, baby is only about 2 pounds 6 onces - skinny little thing! So, here's the 29 weeks prego belly!


And, for a special treat, here are some of the favorites from the ultrasound!

This is Squirt Baby's foot. Who do you think he/she takes after?
Dad?
Mom?
Big Brother?

What a profile, huh? Now who do you think he/she looks like?
Dad?
Mom?
Howie? Any takers?
How about those skinny, little legs? Who does Squirt Baby get those from?
Tim?
Kira?
Howie? (I'm thinking if Howie gets any votes, it will be in the skinny, little legs category!)

And, finally, to finish off this photo heavy post, here are a couple more of my favorties! Sorry I didn't include any pictures of my ovaries or anything - they don't excite me as much as these others!

Tim's Happy Birthday!

So Tim had a Happy Birthday this last week. One of "The Big One's" in fact. He turned 30!!! Whoa! That's pretty much old. But not really. Anyway, it was a very busy day, but I hope it was a little bit happy for him. He at least claims it was! He's a pretty great husband like that!

For his birthday, he got to come with me to an ultrasound appointment and that was super fun! Pictures of said appointment will be posted in a successive blog. After that I went back to work for a while and since what normally takes me 20 minutes to drive took an hour thanks to an accident on the freeway, I ended up staying at work a little bit late to make up for lost time.

So I got home late, and then Tim and I and Howie loaded up in the car and drove ourselves over to Rumbi Island Grill to let Tim pick out the birthday entree we shared for our dinner, thanks to a Christmas gift from his cousin, Rachel, which was a coupon for a free entree at said Rumbi Island Grill. Thanks, Rachel! We love free food!

Then it was home to prepare the dutch oven cobbler Tim requested in lieu of a traditional birthday cake. Half of the cobbler consisted of the recipe we used at his family reunion for the dutch-oven cook-off (and won, I might add!), and the other half consisted of a mixture of pears and berries, which I didn't think was as good as the original stuff.

In case you're interested, here is the recipe:

Peach-Orange Dump Cobbler

2 (30 oz.) cans sliced peaches; drained
1 yellow cake mix; dry
2 (8 oz.) cans mandarin oranges; drained
1 can Orange soda
1 1/2 tsp. cinnamon
4 Tbs. butter; cut into pieces
3/4 cup brown sugar
vanilla ice cream

Line a 12" Dutch oven with heavy duty foil. To Dutch oven add peaches, oranges, and cinnamon. Stir to mix. Sprinkle brown sugar over fruit. Dump cake mix in a large pile over center of fruit. Make a well in the center of the cake mix. Pour orange soda into the well then stir cake mix in to moisten. Spread mixture evenly over fruit. Dot top with butter.

Place lid on Dutch oven and bake using 8-10 briquettes bottom and 14-16 briquettes top for 45-60 minutes.

Serve warm with vanilla ice cream.


Serves: 8-10

Source: http://papadutch.home.comcast.net/~papadutch/dutch-oven-recipe-peachorangecobbler.htm

Try it! You'll love it! It's awesome!

Welp, our friend Scott came over to enjoy some cobbler with us, and sadly, the briquettes weren't as ready as we thought so they went out and we had to resort to the oven, but Scott couldn't stick around for the oven to make magic out of our cobbler, so just Tim and I had dessert. But it was sure good!

By the time we were done with dessert it was pretty late - nearly 10:00 p.m. I think, so we opened presents - pictures to follow - and then we went to bed like the OLD married fuddy-duddies we are.

I know this birthday is going to be hard to top next year, but don't worry, Tim. Somehow, I'll manage it!


Tim's very own, customize your own '30' flavors of ice cream presents!


A 'Manager's Chair' - Oooohh!


Tim and I at the Arizona Diamondbacks vs. San Diego Padres game, thanks to Scott! Great seats! Sixth row, down the third base line, so we saw some foul ball action and the D-Backs won off of a grand slam. It was a pretty sweet game! Thanks again, Scott!

Howie's First Camping Trip

Well, now that we've been back from our two week Idaho trip for almost two weeks, I suppose it's time to start updating my Blog!

First things first, for all those who care to know, I did manage to find a job! Hooray, mostly. I have some mixed feelings about this situation, but I'm mostly grateful to have a job and a way to pay our bills for now. And if Squirt waits long enough to be born, we may have some insurance to help cover the costs of his or her birth if there are complications. And we really hope there aren't.

I'm also really grateful that I haven't been yelled at at this office yet, and no one has sworn at me, or told me they will "literally kill" me if I have a name misspelled in a draft document.

On to happier things!

While we were in Idaho, Tim and Howie and I met up with Nich and Kris one Saturday night at Rigby Lake for dutch over dinner and a one night camp out. It was super-fun!

Here are a few pictures of the festivities!


Nich and I setting up the tent, and that was my 22 or 23 weeks pregnant belly!


Nich and Kris preparing yummy blueberry cobbler!


Tim, the fire master! Also the smores stick master! He didn't get just any puny sticks for our smores festivities! He practically cut down whole trees to get to just the perfect sticks! Thanks, Tim!






And finally, a few pictures of Howie, the wild-outdoors dog!

Howie had a great time camping while the sun was up! He ran all over, while managing to stay pretty close to the campsite (always within hearing distance), and ate all kinds of things that he shouldn't have been eating probably. We warned him that there would be no expensive visits to the vet to save him if he ended up being sick because of what he ate. We told him he'd just have to die a slow, agonizing death! But he still persisted in eating things he shouldn't eat and managed not to get sick.

Once it got cold in the evening, Howie didn't love camping as much. He wasn't crazy about the fire (go figure!), and he spent a lot of the night snuggled up with me or his Aunt Nich to help him keep warm. At one point I went to grab something out of the car and Howie jumped into the car and was ready to go back to Grandma's house. He wouldn't come back out of the car, so he spent a few hours there by himself until I dragged him out and took him into the tent to sleep.

He was unsure about sleeping in the tent, and it took him a little while to figure out that if he crawled down inside the sleeping bag he'd be warmer, but eventually he did and he slept much better than either Tim or I slept on the air mattress that went flat halfway through the night. Ouch!

All in all, I think Howie would try camping again, and I sure hope he gets the opportunity!