King Bidgood's in the Bathtub

The girls just had another fabulous dance recital last weekend. This one was entitled "King Bidgood's in the Bathtub" after the acclaimed children's book. Thanks to all those who came! I just think the girls are learning so much and love to watch them move so elegantly up on stage. They love to perform (and wearing makeup for them is always a plus). Thanks Steph and all the TDC teachers for loving the art of dance, loving teaching and loving my girls! Here are a few shots from the performance:

Morphing Us

So, I guess this is what cyberspace has decided our baby will look like. Hhmm, looks nothing like my other kiddos. Something strange is going on with the hair. And it looks more like a girl than a boy to me. Still, it gave me a good laugh. Try yours out at Morph Thing.

My ever-growing Swiss Chard

So, I signed up some time ago to receive a weekly e-mail, updating me on what is going on week to week in my pregnancy for both me and Baby Bump. I received one today, marking my 37-week milestone, and here is what it said:

"Your baby is as lofty as a stalk of Swiss chard and weighs 6 1/3 pounds."

Seriously? Not sure I want to compare my little cherub to a "stalk of Swiss chard"! Honestly I didn't know what it was and had to look it up. Well, now I know. . . though I still don't think I quite agree with the comparison.

Life's tough questions through a 5-year-old's mind

Questions today from my 5-year-old during a 5-minute span in the car:

"Mom, how do hippopotamuses break through walls?" (I guess referring to Madagascar? That's what he said anyway.)

"Mom, on Polar Express, how did the guy in the blue jacket go in the coals and didn't get burned?"

"Mom, how does a real man pull out a hippo's tooth?"

"For my birthday I want to go to the wood park."

"For my birthday I want a skateboard."

"Mom, when your baby is born, will I be 6?"

"How do babies have birthdays?"

"Do babies have baby friends? for their birthday parties?"

The best was this morning when he asked, "Mom, are you plegmant? If you're plegmant, does that mean you have a baby in your tummy?"

Other questions tonight:

"What is better to have? A horse or a dragon?" (He ultimately decided dragons are better because they can fly, that is unless he had a flying horse, like Pegasus, which launched a whole new conversation about unicorns.)

"Mom, what house did you live in when you got big like a mom?"

After kissing me square on the lips, he sadly declares (for the ump-teenth time), "Mommy, I really wanted to marry you."

Did I mention how much I love being a Mom?