No baby yet, at least out here. She’s warm inside. I can’t blame her, I mean we’re talking January in Michigan…tough sell.
Torey and Ren have been coming over the last couple days. This afternoon almost everyone was in the kitchen while I made dinner. I was chopping an onion rather vigorously and a big hunk of it went flying off the island. Normally, anything that hits the floor is fair game for Jack and he knows this; within a second of the onion hitting the floor I heard the scuttling of his nails. Before he was able to swoop I grabbed the onion. Allowing Jack to it, just didn’t seem prudent. Torey read my mind.
“Can you imagine his gas if he ate that!” She asked.
“Ren, Jack’s farts are revolting.” Eden said.
“Oh, what do the smell like?” Ren asked with the convivial tone of a gossiping matron.
“Like dog poop.” Eden said.
For which no one can fault him.
Oh, ok, your sister is pregnant. For a moment there I thought it was you. That would have been the best kept blog secret of the year, my friend! Can’t wait to see pics of the little P2!