Caddy's First Present

Caddy received his/her first present today from Kiki and Pops. For those of you who don't know, John has named our fetus "Caddy" after Carnell "Cadillac" Williams. He wanted to name Bentley Caddy for the same reason and I wasn't going to let that fly, so I guess he assumes it is okay to name the fetus Caddy since that won't be his/her name forever (thank goodness). I am not sure if he is trying to will it to be a boy or just to be a good athelete :) My parents just got back from France and this is what they brought back. My mom said their were several onesies in the store and the French salesman was telling her what each said in English. She got this one because she figured it would work for a boy or a girl. The guy told her that it meant "Beautiful Baby" but we actually googled a French to English translator and found out it actually says "I am the nicest babe." Isn't that funny! We hope our child is nice to us! You can now cast your vote as to if you think Caddy is a boy or a girl on the poll on the side of the blog.

Too Good for a Corn Dog

It happened. For the first time, really since I found out I was pregnant, I got a craving that was not going to go away by just not thinking about it. I always thought "cravings" that pregnant woman had were just mental-it was something they wanted so they blamed it on their condition to eat whatever or get it at an unreasonable hour. While I have not really wanted anything sweet and all things salty or any kind of pasta please me, I never really considered that stuff cravings. Until tonight. I cooked dinner and we ate. I have become pretty accustomed to making dinner and then not liking it very much, even if it is a usual dish that I make and have always enjoyed it before. Tonight was no different. I made a chicken and broccoli ring, ate a little, and was done, very dissatisfied. John and I were watching T.V. when it hit me that I had to have a corn dog. WHAT? A corn dog? I don't even eat hot dogs, much less corn dogs. This is not a regular food that I enjoy. I can't remember the last time I had a corn dog. No less, I had to have a corn dog. Being comfortable on the couch with a half asleep husband was not going to stop me. John looked at me like I was crazy and just dismissed the thought, thinking that if he forgot about it, I would too. Wrong. I had my pajamas on and my hair was still partially wet from a shower so I needed him to accompany me so he could go in and get the tasty frozen treat. He was annoyed but none the less got in the car. It was 8:00. At 8:04 we arrived at Piggly Wiggly and I stayed in the car while John went inside. At 8:14 I finally see him round the corner and come out...empty handed! He has got to be kidding I think to myself. He gets in the car and says they DO NOT HAVE CORN DOGS. I asked him if he really looked and he just glared at me as if saying with his eyes, "No, I just circled the aisles for ten minutes." I could not believe this. Now mind you the Piggly Wiggly right by our house is like a mini supermarket, but they have always carried anything we have run in for (marked up from normal grocery stores by about $3 but usually worth it for the convenience). This just made me mad. The upity Piggly Wiggly was too good for corn dogs. There have got to be people that live in the Liberty Park/Mountain Brook area that want a good corn dog. They are just too embarrassed to check out with the box, is that it? They are closet corn dog eaters. This must be why they don't carry them. Unbelievable. John gets in the right turn lane to head back to our house and I just look at him. He figured our failed attempt would satisfy my craving. Exactly the opposite. So now he is really annoyed but trying to be a good husband so he turns left and we venture 10 more minutes in the opposite direction to the Publix. Hoping to restore my faith in grocery stores, John enters into Publix at 8:24. About five minutes later he returns with the box sort of behind his back. I almost had a fit thinking that they too were too good for corn dogs. Have no fear...the Publix came through in the clutch. It is 9:01 and I have two corn dogs baking in the oven. I know I am weird, but I couldn't be more excited!

Dogs Eye View

This has become Bentley's favorite past time. He loves that our front door is glass and he can see all the happenings of what is going on outside. He can see if he is on all fours but he gets a better view by perching like this. When I am at home, Bentley can either be found in the office on our old couch (he despises the new one because the leather is slippery and he falls off easily) or standing at the front door. Today I had several projects, one of which was in the foyer, and he stood there the entire time I was working. Tomorrow I will post the projects I have been working on this week!

Stud

This is what my husband looked like just minutes before leaving for his rec league softball game tonight. Hysterical! He is playing with some guys from church every Monday night. They started last week. I had to go and buy him some cleats today because he said his tennis shoes "just didn't cut it" out there on the dirt. I figured since I gave more than a few shout outs to the extraordinary Drake softball team last fall, it was now John's turn to be in the spotlight.

Elizabeth's Wedding Weekend

This is really for my mom and dad who are in France and were not able to go to the wedding. We had a great time this weekend visiting with old friends!

6 year Memorial Day

Today is mine and John's six year Memorial Day. And yes we know Memorial Day was back in May. Six years ago today John and I officially started dating. When we were about to hit the one year mark, John told me that he thought it was stupid and cheesy when couples who are dating celebrated an "anniversary." He thought those should be saved for marriage. So John decided to call June 20 our Memorial Day and we celebrated it each year that we were dating. We even remembered the year after we got married, but it is getting harder and harder to remember. October 8 seems sufficient enough. But indeed it is a very special day for John and me. We went to homecoming our junior year of high school. We were very good friends and turned into best friends but did not start dating until the summer after our freshman year of college. We hung out so much and talked on the phone every day freshman year that we might as well have been dating. So Happy Six year Memorial Day to us! I have loved every minute.

Various Updates

It is time for a new post. No Jenny, I was not going for a record on how many people could comment on just one post, but many thanks to all your comments about Baby V. We are settling into the idea and getting excited and greatly appreciate your excitement and support.

To update you on random events since we got the big news...

-Our house is still a work in progress. I am going to put some pictures at the bottom just so you can see some of the finished areas...well almost. I only took pictures of the rooms that were basically finished. Definitely not the time for a bedroom or guest room picture. But the important areas made it-the kitchen table (that we bought in Jan. because I LOVED it, but just got it put together like 3 weeks ago), the dining room (my favorite room in the house, although the one we spend the LEAST amount of time in), and the den (definitely John's favorite room in the house because of our most recent purchases, the L couch and the monster television.

-I have been in workshops for the past 2 weeks and am pleased to say that I am done with all of that until the end of July!!

-John has been a huge help as of late when I have felt like doing absolutely nothing. On Saturday, John decided it was time to cut the grass. EJ, our cousin, generously offered their old lawn mower until we could buy one. He oiled and gassed it up and pulled it out of the garage on a very hot Monday afternoon, only to see some yard men at the house next door and down the street. Sweating profusely already, John made the executive decision (I was still in a workshop) to get them to cut our grass so that he wouldn't have to. I cracked up when I got home-so much for do-it-yourself. His excuse was that he needed someone else to get it under control so that he could just maintain it...

-One of my dear friends from childhood is getting married this weekend so we have all the fun festivities beginning tonight. It should make for an eventful weekend!

I guess that is just about it...as far as a belly pic per Holly M and Jenny's request, you can forget it (even though I am definitely already showing and none of my pants fit). Yes, I am only 10 weeks. We went to dinner with a couple last night-she is due in November. I am definitely showing more than she is! John tried to make me feel better by telling me that it is just because I am shorter and so the baby has no where to go but out...right!