It’s been almost two full months since I wrote my last blog entry. I am making a commitment to post more often, just for the simple catharsis of it all.
Since the accidental discovery that we were having boys, Christi and I have built a much stronger bond with the little guys. We have determined that Judsen is on the left - Owen on the right. They are moving around in there like crazy. Kicking, punching, and rolling around in Christi’s ever-growing belly. I am reminded of the motorcycle act at the circus. You know… the one where two guys on motorcycles go into a huge round cage and circle around each other and upside down.
See what I mean: http://www.vimeo.com/clip:69724/context/tag:circus
Sometimes Christi will be setting quietly on the couch and let out a big “WOW!”… usually because someone has kicked a pancreas, liver, or other major organ. It’s usually followed by an announcement that either Judsen or Owen “is awake”. She will sit for hours on end with her hands rotating around her globe of a belly with a Cheshire grin. I enjoy feeling them move around too but get more enjoyment from seeing Christi happy to know that they are doing well.
Astonishingly, Christi is starting to look a little different to me. I don’t think it’s the proverbial “glow”… it’s something different. Almost a wisdom that I had not noticed in her eyes before. I see her knowing more than I know about life, parenthood, right and wrong. She is ready to be a mommy.
Cuz I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh /
T-shirt and no pants and I dance the boogaloo!
- Beastie Boys
