on the move

Just hit 37 weeks.  Had an appointment yesterday and he seems to still be pretty comfortable where he is and not feeling like gracing the world just yet.  He is, however, an active little guy.  The Dr also said he felt really long to her... so maybe he is a heavy one because he is a tall one.  One can hope anyways.  

Finally caught him moving around on video.  Crazy. 

36 weeks

So Sara is right at about 36 weeks now.  The end is coming.  Fast for me, not fast enough for her (probably).  We just had an appointment today at which they did an ultrasound.  Apparently the kid is huge.  We knew that by the 'are you having twins' question from strangers, but he is currently about 7.25 lbs and the doctor was joking about how he will not be able to hold up his head it is so big, ha.  Also he has tons of hair.  That gift to him did not come from my side.  Anyways, some pictures.

I was joking the other night about how pregnancy is probably more convenient than it is not convenient.  Here is proof: 

All is well that ends well

So one small upside to catching part of our kitchen on fire (I find it is best to start stories with potentially startling information that people may not already know...) is that we were able to do a remodel we have been talking about for a long time but didn't think we would ever really do.  Our kitchen was always kind of like a cave to the side of the house.  Sara's dad and I already took out part of the wall where there is now that pillar/column, which made a big difference, but we always wanted to cut a hole in the wall over the stove.  

We did so during the fixes from the fire.  Here are some before/after pictures from both sides of the wall: 

From inside the kitchen (there was a microwave above the stove before, but that had already been taken out by the cleaning people):

 

Dang, she pregnant

On a walk earlier today, Sara was telling me about how people do weird stuff around pregnant women.  They ask how far along you are, they ask if you are having twins and they refuse to let you take out your own groceries.

Just a bit ago the mail man dropped off some boxes of stuff we bought online.  The window was open, and as he walked away I heard him say, "dang, she pregnant" and came back, picked up the boxes and rang the door bell again.  It was really nice of him since earlier in the day he only saw Sara and not me (dropped off the mail before the boxes).  Guess he just didn't want to make the pregnant lady bend over to pick up the boxes.

engagement surprise

This past weekend we went back and took some pictures of us and Franklin Maverick Felix Fantastico at the same place that I proposed to Sara in Colorado Springs.  More to come, but thought I would share this one... kind of fun.  Same spot and same pose as that day back in 2005.

DIA sunset

It was sad to leave this and come back to TX...