Yoga Laughter!

Some friends and I attend "Prego Yoga" once a week... this is half an excuse to see one another and half to help keep in shape with this rapidly changing body of mine:) Anyways, yesterday our instructor precedes to tell us to get into HAPPY BABY POSE... Charde' and I looked at one another in confusion.... The instructor demonstrates.... silent laughter and scrunched faces appear immediately from Charde' and I! Oh how it hurt not to laugh out loud... anyways, here is the Happy Baby Pose, and an actual baby doing the pose. Oh the silliness of yoga!

Unwanted phone calls....

there are just some phone calls you don't want to get.... Yesterday hubby called me on my way home from work, told me how his day was, and very calmly said..... " and I need to go somewhere and get some stitches." There wasn't a hint of urgency in his voice... how can men be so calm about these things? I would be crying and probably say I needed an ambulance! He cut his hand on metal (badly) and we ended up in the urgent care. Jason was very calm through the whole process, meanwhile it was all I could do to even be in the same room as him! I can only imagine how he is going to feel when he has to watch me have the baby... this is one of the FEW times I didn't wish he had to be pregnant...

Hubby-ism's

It goes without saying that my hubby is the sweetest man alive.... and lately I cannot help but LAUGH at some of the silly things he does...

Saturday morning I come into the kitchen to find him with this set up: a cookie sheet, a cup, a spaghetti strainer, and a small sauce pot. One can only imagine what he is trying to do... then ofcourse I see lemons... I ask honey, what are you doing? Making lemonade with our lemons babe! Why ofcourse that is what he is doing with all those tools.... he proceeds to squeeze the lemons into a cup, puts the strainer over the pot, and pours the juice through the spaghetti strainer, and then puts the juice back into his cup.... it made for some SOUR lemonade:)

Sunday evening Jason is beyond frustrated because every time baby Taylor (it's a boy) kicks and I put his hand on my tummy the baby stops kicking... Jason in utter desperation proceeds to pull my stomach to the side and instantly Taylor kicks his dad's hand very hard! I can only imagine my life for the next few years as the two will tease and wrestle with one another.....