Sam was delighted to have a visit from his PawPaw. He received a few prizes, got to play at the park, and got ice cream right before dinner! A job well done.
We spent Saturday during Memorial Day weekend catching up just the three of us. Took a picnic, played on the playground, practiced a unique batting technique. Very fun.
We continue to await the arrival of Zippy. The doctor thinks I'll make it into June, but not til my due date (Jun 12) which is perfectly all right with me. Craig is taking care of me, as usual. I think I must have married the patron saint of husbands. Last night, he took me to a corny movie, fed me copious amounts of buttered popcorn and ice cream afterwards and then encouraged me to go take a bath and read Harry Potter. Yes, he did!
Then today, he asked if I would like for him to pick anything up at the grocery store. So much nicer than, well, I guess since we're on our third day of no bread in the house one of us ought to do something about it and we sure as heck know it's not gonna be you! Just a simple, anything else I can get for you, honey?
Zippy presses and presses against me in ways that make me visualize a 3 foot child curled up in awkward angles desparately trying to make some more room. It's rather uncomfortable. I try to tell him that it'd be fine to come on out now and see the world, but he seems content to just push me around. Is this a sign?
Zippy? This is the name you have settle on? Zippy Thompson. Cool.
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