Scalloped Potatoes
Our house has to be clean. Apparently a part of this whole pregnancy thing is that Caylie wants the entire house to be as clean as it has ever been. This week's project was the kitchen. Now, when I say that we cleaned the kitchen, this means that everything had to be clean...inside and out...and not just dusted, vacuumed or wiped down. We had to go through everything to get rid of food we would apparently never eat...some of which, I'm sure, was just purchased. Upon cleaning out one of the cupboards, we found about six boxes of scalloped potatoes. At first I thought that this was just a part of the pregnancy...she forgets things...but, after thinking about it further, it could not have been. I mean, I'm not sure I remember a time that Caylie ever made scalloped potatoes. Not for me. Not for anyone else. But there they were, as if we ate them all the time and quite often...six boxes.
Reece Cups
Today Caylie looks at me and tells me that she wants me to make a special trip into town, just so that she can get a pop and a candy bar. I find this ridiculous, seeing as we have many cold drinks to choose from in the refrigerator, and try to get her to stay home...but I lost. We had to go. We get to the gas station, and upon checking out at the cash register, I find that my drink comes with free Reece Cups. Thrilled, I decided that, yes, I would take the free Reece Cups and put them in the freezer for later. Frozen Reece Cups are one of my favorite things in life. I repeat, frozen Reece Cups are one of my favorite things in life.
After a delicious dinner, prepared by my wife (no scalloped potatoes), she went to rest for a bit. After laying around, I decided that, being the wonderful and caring husband that I am, I would check on her to see if she was alright (I mean, this kid should be here any day now, right? I have to check). She asks me to rub her back, and I did...I always do. Afterwards, I said excitedly, "Hey! I think I'll have those frozen Reece Cups!"
Silence.
Yes. It's as you expected. She ate my beloved Reece Cups. Both of them. I don't know why I was surprised...nothing is safe in the house right now. But to not even leave me one?!?!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Alright...I've had some complaints that I haven't updated the blog in awhile. In a LONG while. However, if any of you read the very first post (the one from forever ago) you would know that I wasn't going to keep it up. Let's just hope that this doesn't translate into the practice of parenthood.
Anyway...an update. We are now down to the last few weeks of the pregnancy and Caylie is miserable. This week has been the first that she has complained throughout the entire pregnancy, and she says that she is feeling all kinds of pains. This makes me feel like it may not be too long before our little girl is here.
Also, she has been a bit grumpy, and it seems that I have lost ability to do things correctly. Apparently I am horrible at giving directions. Also, I am quite slow and am horrible at killing all the bugs in the world. This makes me hope that it will not be too long before our little girl is here.
More later...I promise...
Anyway...an update. We are now down to the last few weeks of the pregnancy and Caylie is miserable. This week has been the first that she has complained throughout the entire pregnancy, and she says that she is feeling all kinds of pains. This makes me feel like it may not be too long before our little girl is here.
Also, she has been a bit grumpy, and it seems that I have lost ability to do things correctly. Apparently I am horrible at giving directions. Also, I am quite slow and am horrible at killing all the bugs in the world. This makes me hope that it will not be too long before our little girl is here.
More later...I promise...
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Girl parts...
...that's what the little picture says. With an arrow. Girl parts. This means that this guy (double thumbs pointing to myself), coming from a family of all boys, will now have a daughter. Strange.
Soon my life will be filled with frilly things, pink things, hearts and butterflies.(Yuck...but she can still be a ball player, right? I'll work on that...there, I feel better.)
Here is a picture of our little girl, showing where her head is, and showing her all curled up in a tiny ball...pretty much knees to nose. There is also some video, where you can see her stretch and kick (although the quality isn't that good...its from my cell phone...it was the only way I could do it...).
We're excited.
P.S. 6 quarts of strawberries this week...6 QUARTS! Know how many I've had...0...0 strawberries. That's just how it goes, I guess.
Soon my life will be filled with frilly things, pink things, hearts and butterflies.(Yuck...but she can still be a ball player, right? I'll work on that...there, I feel better.)
Here is a picture of our little girl, showing where her head is, and showing her all curled up in a tiny ball...pretty much knees to nose. There is also some video, where you can see her stretch and kick (although the quality isn't that good...its from my cell phone...it was the only way I could do it...).
We're excited.
P.S. 6 quarts of strawberries this week...6 QUARTS! Know how many I've had...0...0 strawberries. That's just how it goes, I guess.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
It's been so long...
I know, I know...it's been so long since I last left a post on this blog. DO NOT COMPLAIN...YOU WERE WARNED IN THE BEGINNING! Anyway, nothing terribly interesting has happened lately in the childbirth department...this kid's already letting me down. I really need it to be more entertaining.
The Pillow
This entry is really about The Pillow. Apparently when a woman is pregnant there comes a point where the doctor doesn't want them laying on their back to sleep. Either this, or it just becomes too uncomfortable to sleep their back. This results in the purchase of The Pillow. The Pillow sounds like a wonderful idea at the time...a long body pillow, slightly curved, that helps a woman to sleep on their side, with a pillow between their knees, alleviating pain in the back.
HOWEVER...The Pillow acts as a mysterious, faceless, third person in the bed. It hogs the covers, and occasionally boots you out of bed entirely. It's curved nature makes it so that it wraps itself around you, as if it wants to squeeze the life out of you like a giant fluffy boa constrictor. I hate The Pillow. It is my nemesis. A lot of the time Caylie doesn't even end up using it, and it floats its way over to my side of the bed, crowding me and attempting to suffocate me.
I hate The Pillow. Hate it.
The Pillow
This entry is really about The Pillow. Apparently when a woman is pregnant there comes a point where the doctor doesn't want them laying on their back to sleep. Either this, or it just becomes too uncomfortable to sleep their back. This results in the purchase of The Pillow. The Pillow sounds like a wonderful idea at the time...a long body pillow, slightly curved, that helps a woman to sleep on their side, with a pillow between their knees, alleviating pain in the back.
HOWEVER...The Pillow acts as a mysterious, faceless, third person in the bed. It hogs the covers, and occasionally boots you out of bed entirely. It's curved nature makes it so that it wraps itself around you, as if it wants to squeeze the life out of you like a giant fluffy boa constrictor. I hate The Pillow. It is my nemesis. A lot of the time Caylie doesn't even end up using it, and it floats its way over to my side of the bed, crowding me and attempting to suffocate me.
I hate The Pillow. Hate it.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Quick question...
Why is it that everyone suggests that we name the kid after them? Seriously. This has happened a bunch of times already, and I figure it will just happen more.
The kid will not be named after you.
(If you're willing to pay, we'll talk...that goes for everyone...I mean, Lucas Oil Dicken wouldn't sound too bad for the right price...right?...Target Dicken?...Coca-Cola Dicken?)
The kid will not be named after you.
(If you're willing to pay, we'll talk...that goes for everyone...I mean, Lucas Oil Dicken wouldn't sound too bad for the right price...right?...Target Dicken?...Coca-Cola Dicken?)
Monday, January 12, 2009
Doctor visit...
We had our first doctor's visit today.
We found out that we're pregnant.
Seriously though, it was pretty cool. We got to hear the heartbeat, which took forever to find (this was a little nerve-racking). There was also a brief (not that funny) moment when we thought there might be more than one kid in there. We had joked about this for awhile, but I wasn't worried about it until I saw the look on the doctor's face when we mentioned it. Apparently something she found made her feel that there was a possibility that there was more than one kid. She pulled out that computer with the remote for seeing into bellies. She pressed it against my wife's stomach, we looked at the monitor, and we saw...something out of Area 51.
It was interesting...but cool. I'm really a dad. Caylie wasn't just making it up. :)
We found out that we're pregnant.
Seriously though, it was pretty cool. We got to hear the heartbeat, which took forever to find (this was a little nerve-racking). There was also a brief (not that funny) moment when we thought there might be more than one kid in there. We had joked about this for awhile, but I wasn't worried about it until I saw the look on the doctor's face when we mentioned it. Apparently something she found made her feel that there was a possibility that there was more than one kid. She pulled out that computer with the remote for seeing into bellies. She pressed it against my wife's stomach, we looked at the monitor, and we saw...something out of Area 51.
It was interesting...but cool. I'm really a dad. Caylie wasn't just making it up. :)
Pampers and Baby Tuxedo...
Story #1:
As you all know, pregnant women are very emotional. As a man, I am to watch what I say, as you never know what could cause tears. In this case, it wasn't me. With a Pampers commercial on television, Caylie began to cry. Real tears. Real crying. Real funny.
I'm sorry...call me a jerk, tell me I feel no compassion, I don't care. This kid will hear about this. I will tell this story again and again. It wasn't even that moving (no pun intended) commercial! It was a baby in a diaper, doing nothing in particular. Certainly nothing sad.
Funny.
Story #2:
Apparently this kid causes Caylie to dream. She would dream sometimes before, but not this frequently, and not like this. This time, she dreamed that she gave birth to the kid, while in bed...I remained asleep. Apparently she named the kid Tuxedo, and it came out with a full set of teeth, needing to see a dentist. Weird.
Thus we now have the first entry on our list of names for our child.
First name: Tuxedo
Middle name: T-shirt
As you all know, pregnant women are very emotional. As a man, I am to watch what I say, as you never know what could cause tears. In this case, it wasn't me. With a Pampers commercial on television, Caylie began to cry. Real tears. Real crying. Real funny.
I'm sorry...call me a jerk, tell me I feel no compassion, I don't care. This kid will hear about this. I will tell this story again and again. It wasn't even that moving (no pun intended) commercial! It was a baby in a diaper, doing nothing in particular. Certainly nothing sad.
Funny.
Story #2:
Apparently this kid causes Caylie to dream. She would dream sometimes before, but not this frequently, and not like this. This time, she dreamed that she gave birth to the kid, while in bed...I remained asleep. Apparently she named the kid Tuxedo, and it came out with a full set of teeth, needing to see a dentist. Weird.
Thus we now have the first entry on our list of names for our child.
First name: Tuxedo
Middle name: T-shirt
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