Kenzie: I have a hammer and it's all mine.
Korben: No Kenzie. Everything we have is from God. Because God gave us everything we have it is not all yours. You need to share all these things from God with me. Can I have a turn with the hammer?
Kenzie: Amen!
I laughed so hard after hearing this and then I said, preach on brotha!
I forgot to mention that on our joyous trip to the aquarium our daughter pulled a real disgusting move while in the filthy nasty bathroom. I can't the vision out of my head.
So here I am washing my hands after she has washed and dried hers. She couldn't wait patiently beside me like a little angel from, oh no. Unbeknownst to me she spotted something delicious and sticky on the floor. Oh yes a chewed piece of gum. Still unbeknownst to me this chewed piece of gum on the nasty bathroom floor gets placed in her mouth and is now being chewed.
Now fully aware of what has just happened I needed to go back into the stall so I could puck… not really but my stomach was feeling particularly nauseous.
Let me say this again and then I need to move on… my daughter chewed a already chewed piece of gum off the floor of a public restroom.
It is suddenly clear to me why toes are referred to as piggies. When I looked down at my extremely swollen feet and toes today, I realized that my toes were as plump and round as little piggies.
We had a great day at the Camden Aquarium with some friends a couple weeks ago.
Kenzie enjoyed the fish, penguins, and the seals. She didn't like the sharks.
"Why don't you like the sharks Kenzie?"
"Because I don't like the music that is playing."
I didn't like the music either.
Here she is admiring the fish.
On the other hand, my son was not so interested in water life. He preferred running, jumping, skipping, or rolling down the various ramps throughout the aquarium. If only cars and big construction trucks had been floating around in big tanks he would have been awe struck and the ramp wouldn't have gotten nearly as much use.
No I'm not talking about the fun tune by the Foo Fighters. I am talking about me, my stomach, as this rather thin women at the food store so kindly felt the need to share.
The story goes:
I'm at a local grocery store buying 2 items that I forgot to buy the day before. The cashier notices I'm pregnant (there is no hiding it anymore).
She says, so when are you due?
I reply, May 20th.
She then says, Are you sure there is only one baby in there?
Me trying to keep my composer, Yep.
She continues, That must be one big baby.
This is not what I need or want to hear. In other words she said you are huge, you look like a boat or a house or any large object. .. If only I had a large object it would have been hurled directly at her forehead. I have I mentioned I'm feeling a little sensitive about my growing belly. I know I should be embracing my new large figure with excitement but some days I just want to bend down to put my shoes on with ease.
Week: 33
