Friends and Family,Welcome to our first attempt at blogging! Since we have so many friends and family across the country, and since the requests for pictures of "fat Linzy" are coming in faster than we can handle them, we've decided to attempt a blog that can keep everyone up to date and that satisfies everyone's desire for pictures. We should start by giving credit to our friends Brie and Daniel, who came up with this idea first and from whom we shamelessly stole the pregnancy blogging idea. We should also apologize to all our friends who kept up with their blog, as ours is bound to fall short of the bar they set.
Okay - let's get down to the details. Our baby is due November 26th, or 9 weeks from today. We decided not to find out the sex of the baby because we love surprises and we also love competitive gambling. This wound up to be a lucky choice as the baby sat "Criss cross applesauce" for the entire 20 week sonogram and the technician could not even tell what we're having. The baby seems to be actively training to be a perfect first grader. We welcome and encourage your guesses at the sex, weight, and date of arrival.
Here's a picture of the nursery. We went with (drumroll please...) a green and yellow theme - Cottontail and Friends. The nursery is full of bunnies, lambs and baby geese.
This is Chris's pride and joy of the nursery, "his" glider. (A gift from Grandma Nathlich.) Linzy gives him full and uncontested rights to the glider if it means that he intends to take all middle of the night shifts with the baby. Chris is often found in "his" rocking chair, practicing his gliding skills while muttering "Please go to sleep, PLEASE go to sleep..."
And here is our current "child", Callie. We have assessed that her elevator doesn't go quite high enough for her to have any clue what is about to happen around here. Here she sits at the crib. While it looks like she's adorably waiting for the arrival of her new best friend (or her new worst enemy) she is actually just sitting there whining at the stuffed animals that she feels are hers. She does not understand the "prison" that now holds and protects the toys she feels are rightfully hers. Nine more weeks of blissful ignorance, Cal.
