Maiden Voyage

We recently became the proud owners of a canoe.
Because what do you need when you're having a baby?
A crib, diapers, bottles, baby monitor, and a canoe.
Duh.

Just kidding. It was David's parents' Christmas gift to him.



We took it out on it's maiden voyage and found it to be a sound vessel. I wanted to crack a bottle of champagne on the stern, but was afraid that people might start getting uncomfortable if there was a pregnant woman wielding a bottle of alcohol over a plastic canoe at the river.

Because I'm pregnant and prohibited from (among other things) lifting heavy objects, this is how we get the canoe to the river right now.



Typically, one would tie the canoe to the top of their car.
I think this method is pretty classy, though.
We're like those people who have their lawnmowers in the back of their Impala.
You do what you gotta do.

When we get to the river, David unloads the canoe and we shimmy it over to the water.
Look how happy he is.



Here's the captain showing off what his water craft can do.



I think I'm the skipper.
Or maybe I'm the first mate and baby is the skipper...I don't know.



We are happy to have The Sportsman.
David is already planning a weekend long canoe camping trip for us in which I strap the baby to myself and paddle down the river.
He said, and I quote, "Sacajawea did it."

I think I'll take it as a compliment that my husband believes me to be made of the same stuff as Sacajawea.

Bon Voyage.
First Mate Mel

Returning With Vigor Anew

We are still here! I am vowing to come back to the blog.
It's hard to come back, though. It's like going to the gym...if you're in your routine you're safe. Everything is good, but heaven help you if you ever get out of that routine.

Right? You guys understand.

Anyway, I am returning with new vigor! Hopefully.

[Warning: ubiquitous pregnancy belly shot coming at you]



I am 6 months pregnant.
I think I have gained a chin for every month of pregnancy.
Such is life.

We are excited to now know that we are having a baby boy.
I am currently calling him Atticus Finch Dark.
The jury is still out as to what will appear on the birth certificate.

The Davester is here still here, too. Unlike me, he's been faithfully typing away over at his blog.
That's basically our personalities in a nut shell.

Dave = Faithful
Mel = Flakey

Here's Senor Dark whipping  up some of his granny's baked oatmeal as eager young Jackson looks on.



Tell me my man's not cute in an apron...
I double dog dare you.

mel