Monday, November 21, 2011
During the first trimester I pined for a perfectly obvious baby bump, the kind that makes strangers understand that ralphing in the post office parking lot at eleven o'clock in the morning has nothing to do with alcoholism. Probably.
Through the miracle of stretchy pants that moment has finally arrived.
The baby mountain makes the entire parenting thing seem progressively more imminent, and Andrew has taken to having fatherly discussions with our child, things like, "Stop making your mother puke, you little punk," which he whispers directly into my belly button.
Too bad we are dealing with an anarchist.
In related news, apparently I have a thing for teeny tiny shoes. And boots. And sandals. And socks. I am three pairs away from a fetish.
Let's talk about something else.
Robert Novogratz bought a set of our Meakin plates for his new HGTV series, Home By Novogratz. Remember him from 9 By Design? With the seventy six offspring? Can you imagine all of the tiny shoes in that household?
I love their family.
Let's see, what else happened this week?
Oh. I made apple pizza for the first time, and I'm proud to report that it was devoured in less than three and a half seconds. It was sooo good.
Almost as good as tiny shoes. On teeny tiny Novogratz's.