Monday, October 21, 2013
We're Having a Baby
Susan and I are expecting a baby next May. I have noticed that babies do not do especially well with schedules, so May 11th is only a guess. We don't know the gender yet. We are excited. Susan and I have been married a little more than 2 years now, so the baby is a big blessing.
Susan has a doctor she likes right around the corner. So she is all set up that way. As for our emotions on the subject, very little of consequence has changed. Susan and I have always planned on having children, we still are, just now we have it on the calendar. I'm confident our excitement will grow as it gets closer.
Susan's health has been solid. She had typical symptoms badly for about a week and a half, and they've stuck around but only here and there since then. In our day to day lives this is mostly manifest as Susan not wanting to eat anything I make. I've started going to the store daily in order to keep up with her food moods.
The baby is due at the very end of Susan's semester, if she (my guess) or he (Susan's) can be a little bit late, Susan will have a perfect summer break off. If the baby comes a little early it'll be smack dab in the middle of final's week.
If the books we are checking out from the library is any indication, we are feverishly preparing and certainly nervous, but we have high hopes that this will be an acclivitous adventure.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Don't Go Smelling My Farts
One thing Susan and I have learned about Houston is that it rains here kinda a lot. But usually it's sporadic. For an hour here, and an hour there. But yesterday we had about 8 hours of non-stop downpour. Since Susan had worked Friday night, we were going to date on Saturday. I had found a local pumpkin patch, but alas neither of us had interest in a muddy tromp. So we replanned on the fly and decided to find a duet and rewrite the lyrics Weird Al style. So for your enjoyment "Don't Go Smelling My Farts" to the tune of "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" by Elton John.
C: Don’t go smelling my farts
S: I couldn’t if I tried.
C: If I get indigestion
S: Maybe don’t get deep fried.
C: Don’t go smelling my farts
S: Here I brought you some tums
C: Oh, Honey, when you walk in the room
S: I just turn round and run
C&S: Ooh Ooh
S: Everyone knows it
C: When I eat bad
S: My nose is sad
C&S: Ooh Ooh
S: Everyone knows it
C: If you are smart
C: don’t smell my farts
S: Ooh Oh, I won’t smell your farts
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