A number of people didn't notice that Adam was in yesterday's picture until I pointed him out to them -- so in case you missed it, you can catch a rare glimpse of the A-man in yesterday's entry. He's to my right, facing Smithers.
Busy week, busy week -- to busy to even go for the obvious "caption this" contest from the second panel of this morning's Mary Worth. But if you want to caption, well heck, don't let me stop you.
In other news, it occurs to me that it's been a while since I've given a "Junior II" update. As I write this, we're just about six weeks away from the new arrival. Julie's feeling a bit better with this go-round than last time, although this one's no picnic either. At least this time she's able to keep down foods other than just cereal or potatoes, so that's a plus.
Also, last time around, every bump or twist in the road made her just about retch, and that went on for all nine months. This time, not so bad. Which is good.
We've purchased Adam's big boy bed, but haven't begun trying to transition him over yet. That should be an adventure, although he's pretty easy going about most things, so maybe we'll get through this one ok. We should look for Shrek sheets -- might help the transition.
Not much else going on. Dealing with baby #1, while preparing for the deuce. Other than that, work, eat, & sleep. It's all good, though.
Yay! Much love to Julie -- and all the best to the whole family -- the transition to big-boy bed is a big deal.
(Julie, though I'm always delighted to talk to Bob, someday you should make him stay home, and YOU come to the Pittsburgh Bloggers Festivals! Then I'd have a face to go with the name. I'm just saying.)
Now, then, as to Mary Worth.
Idiot Newly Married Dupe: Mary, I feel like such an idiot! WHY didn't I insist on having a conversation before I signed the marriage certificate?
Mary, Our Heroine: Oh, don't feel so bad. You're just a pawn! A pawn, I tell you, in the Giant Plot to Create Plot in the Mary Worth Cartoon! You had no choice. We needed that whirlwind marriage that surprised all our readers and caused them to have to go to the emergency ward with whiplash, JUST so that we could spend the next 6 months trying to get you to explain to your husband why you're not pregnant! It'sll all be ok! You'll see! Have some coffee cake. I made it in my new Bundt pan.
Posted by: Anne | March 10, 2005 at 09:49 AM
Thanks Anne. Only 5 1/2 weeks to go. As to putting a face to a name, there is plenty of evidence to support it, but I seriously doubt that you will ever see an entry entitled "Blogger's Wife as a Young Dorkus Malorkus" or any other photo entry for me. I am happy to sit in the background and let Bob have the blog spotlight. And, of course, Smithers who was born with a face for the limelight.
Posted by: Julie | March 10, 2005 at 09:58 AM
"I'd rather have a frontal lobotomy than a bottle in front of me!"
"How do you feel about an old bag behind you?"
Posted by: Buzz Dixon | March 10, 2005 at 01:08 PM
Anne -- would that be the new Bundt pan that Dr. Cory gave her for Christmas? The one shaped like a cathedral?
And Buzz -- I laughed out loud (or lol'd, as the kids say) on that one.
Posted by: Bob | March 10, 2005 at 08:13 PM
Anne: "What do you do for that 'not so fresh feeling' Mare?
Mary: "I use Windex, dear."
Posted by: Rebecca | March 10, 2005 at 09:02 PM
Bob -- Yes. that's the new cathedral Bundt pan. Later on, while I'm adding captions for you,she'll receive the ROSE bundt pan. Life is good.
Julie -- well, darn. Liked seeing the guys with the dog biscuit search, though. Ya need a raw chicken Viking hat for the new baby?
Posted by: Anne | March 11, 2005 at 04:00 PM
Anne - I have a giant beach ball (or watermelon depending on your perspective) stuck to my stomach at the moment, no one wants to see that, not even me :-)And it is a very gracious offer of you, but we don't want you to necessarily go through all of the trouble for us.
Posted by: Julie | March 11, 2005 at 04:44 PM