The First Day of Fall or Adios FLip Flops!

Now I know the "supposed" first day of fall was August 23 but here in Houston it was yesterday. I went outside and there was a delicious bite in the air, it was the first day it would have been silly to go to the pool. Outside the grocery store the crisp wind brushed my face and I was in heaven! I love cool/cold weather which can be a problem when you live in a land of eternal summer. Sweaters, jackets, and scarves just call to me. It could be a nostalgia thing. I don't remember a Halloween growing up that didn't involve a coat over my costume. I just hope the cool weather keeps up. In honor of the first day of Fall donuts and cider were offered to all in the house of Larson.

I heart Taco Bell and other things of the utmost importance

I use to be able to smugly say, "I haven't thrown up for a decade." All this ended yesterday. I woke up feeling rather out of sorts. I'm not sure if it was the smoothie or the vegetable soup from the day before but something was having a painful party in my tummy. Suffice it to say I had a rather miserable day until dinner time. Then a miraculous thing happened. Neil asked me what I wanted for dinner. My head told me I wanted a soft taco from taco bell but I wasn't sure my body was in agreement. I decided to go for it. Three tacos later and I was healed by the astounding culinary skill of a teenage fast food worker. Nauseous no more!

Lately I have started to worry about naming our little girl. I couldn't sleep last night because the naming responsibility was stressing me out. Before we were even pregnant Neil and I decided we liked the name Kansas Larson for a little girl. But now that there is an actual child I'm not sure if that is too weird. Like naming a child Apple for example. We also like Lily Larson and have talked about Julia. I was reading the baby name book this morning and Kira sounded cute and then I thought of Kira Knightly and I am not her biggest fan. I can't even think about middle names yet without breaking a sweat! Any ideas?

Guess what! I am 19 weeks pregnant- Next week I'll be half way done, hurray!!!

The Day of Fun

This morning Neil went to go play basketball and when he came home he brought two bunches of tulips. One for me and one for the baby! It was really sweet. Then we went on a picnic by a lake and ate tasty fried chicken. And the day of fun did not end there. At the mall we window shopped for baby clothes. Neil was really excited but thought pink was over used. We then went to go see The Seeker, Darkness is Rising. I enjoyed the movie but I did have to hide my head at the truly corny end speech of the main character. Instead of hiding his head Neil just laughed and openly mocked. My favorite scene was when the kid is at the mall, before he knows he is the illustrious seeker, and some security guards tell him he has to come with them. Guess what... they are not security guards but truly frightening creatures made up of ravens! AHHHHHHH! For dinner Neil made delicious steak! It was a wonderful day!

Dancing Queen

When we had our ultra sound Brenda gave us a few different pictures. I was looking at them closely and discovered that our baby may indeed be a dancer. Not only was she contorted into a pretzel (great flexibility) but, she has one leg extended with the toes perfectly pointed. It just screams ballet! I'm not sure the picture will scan well, but here it is.

Sugar and spice, and everything nice (we think)

This morning Neil and I went to the hospital imaging center for our 18 week ultra sound. We entered at 7:30 and left at a quarter to 10. Today we learned that our baby is one stubborn little lady (we think). No amount of movement (I tried dancing), poking, or pleading could convince this fetus out of the pretzel position. Yes, you heard me correctly. Our baby was contorted into the shape of a pretzel with "her" legs behind "her" head and "her" hands covering the spot we were interested in. That was not our only problem. You might say I was a little zealous in the drinking instructions. I had to drink 8 ounces every 15 minutes for an hour before hand. I did this and thought, "No big deal, I could drink more." Then I remembered the many family road trips I have been on. When everyone else had to go, I never did. I could ride on comfortably for a few more hours. It was then that I concluded that I must have an extra large bladder which needed more liquid to fill. At this point Neil and I were in the car driving to the hospital. Luckily (I thought) I had an extra bottle of water. So I did what any sane person would and began to chug that bottle down. Little did I know we would not see the ultra sound tech immediately. About a half hour later I was ready to die. It seemed to take forever but finally we were invited into the ultrasound room. Our friendly tech, Brenda, had some classic 80s rock playing and so to the musical genius of Bon Jovi she complimented my full bladder. It seems often she has to get expectant mothers to drink more. My bladder, however, was full and huge. She exclaimed "Your bladder is bigger than the baby!" She made her measurements and then, thankfully, I was allowed to go to the restroom. The exam then continued but my bladder kept filling up and squishing the baby so I kept having to leave and go to the bathroom so Brenda could get clear shots of the baby. Brenda tactfully requested that if I need more ultra sounds it would be a good idea not to drink so much. All the bone and organ measurements were done and we started looking for the gender. It was only after Brenda tipped the table back so that my head was precariously close to the floor that we got a look. From 3 different angles the baby appeared to be a girl, but this obstinate chick would not move her hands or unpretzel so that we could get a cute baby photo or a full frontal shot. Brenda sensed my disappointment and told me when I come in for my next appointment to stop by and if she isn't too busy she will look again and take some more pictures. So until we get any new information...Its a girl!!!

A Day of Infamy

October 1, 2007 will go down as a day of tragedy in our household. Yesterday after a hard day at middle school my brother, Baby T, broke his leg in two places at football practice. Some fool kids smashed into him, I know not a shocker it is football. On the drive home from practice Troy alerted my mother to the problem and they spent a fun evening in the emergency room. Only one of the breaks could be set there and Troy has to see a specialist for the other. Feel free to leave your condolences on this website, gifts, money and candy can be sent directly to me :P

Halloween!

I found these Smashing Pumpkin invitations at Martha Stewart Living. I think they will be perfect for my Primary class Halloween party! Hurray!