We’re only 6 weeks away from having a little Wesley Daniel Frey on the OUTSIDE of mommy instead of the INSIDE. It seems to me like he wants to come out soon; judging by the way that he’s beating up mom from in there. It’s kind of shocking to watch a big body part move from one side of Steph’s belly to the other. Last night he had the hiccups… that was fun to watch.
This past weekend was our THIRD (and I think final) baby shower. Ted and Beata, Martel Master’s, asked if they could throw us a couple shower for the students of Martel and close friends and family. It was a great time of celebrating with others. There were lots of special things thrown in… from the food, to violinists, amy’s ice cream catering… even a student shuttling people back and forth to their cars with a golf cart. Classy. My favorite were the notes of parenting advice we got.
THANK YOU to all of you who took the time to write advice. Most people really thought about it and there are some really good words of wisdom that I’ve taken to heart. Even the students got into it, talking about how they’d LIKE to have been raised or something that their mom and dad really did right. They’re awesome. A big thank you to Ted, Beata, Maria (who made all the cupcakes) and all the students who helped make it possible. We’ll remember it always.
I think we’re due for some belly shots of Steph. She doesn’t want to do the bare belly pregnancy thing… but you all need to see her. She’s tall, and has only gained the minimum amount of weight she’s supposed to gain for the health of her and the baby. So, it’s literally like she’s hiding a basketball under her shirt.
We’ll keep you posted.
So, this pigeon has been hanging around Martel for the last few weeks. Stephanie and I have been feeding it pretzels. We buy those little bags, crush up the pretzels inside the bag, and then pour some of the pieces on the ground for him to eat. It’s gotten to the point now that when he sees us coming and hears the crunching bag, he flys up on my shoulder and I feed him there.
Well, today, Stephanie was carrying a changing pad that she got in a crinkly bag, he saw her, heard the noise, her shoulders were full, so… well… you see what happened from the picture. Unfortunately, he didn’t even get any food out of it… but, we did go back and feed him later.
How many baby clothes do you really need? That is the big question I’ve been asking myself for the last few weeks. For example… “3 to 6 months” clothes… that’s only 12 weeks of “3 to 6 months” clothes, right?
Stephanie is all about the cute baby clothes. Every once in a while she’ll say “wanna see the baby clothes?” and she’ll get them out and do show and tell again… mixing and matching shirts with shorts and pants with sweaters and such. She says “it’s how I nest.” If you’re not familiar with the term… see http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/928789/pregnancy_the_nesting_syndrome.html. Mamma birds know that when an egg is coming, they need to build a nest. Apparently, when Stephanie knows a baby’s coming, she needs to clothe him! Some other women have found that baking cookies is their form of nesting… I’d feel a bit better with that one: http://www.huggies.com/en-US/articles/pregnancy/nesting/pregnant-women-and-nesting.
I will say this… that at least the clothes look like me. Actually… A LOT like me. Let’s face it, the baby doesn’t care what you carry him around in… so he’s basically a billboard for your fashion sense. Notice all the neutral colors and earth tones in the pictures above (except for that orange shirt… can you see me carrying around a little Freybaby with that bright orange on? Maybe if we were running/walking and I didn’t want to get hit by a car.
In searching online for clothes that I think would be good for the baby, I’ve found a lot of monkey onesies that transform the little one into a chimp or something… Steph won’t let me buy them. BUT… in all my searching, check out the Martel shirts!!! Cool, huh? I found some Rice stuff, some Houston Texas stuff, guitar playing stuff… again… he’s my little billboard right? He can wear things that I’d like to wear, but wouldn’t get away with. So, I’ll just have him wear it and carry him around… problem solved.
I leave you with one last question… what do you do with all the clothes when he grows out of them? I was just over at Sheneq’s (aka “our secret weapon) house for show and tell (she has a 2 year old)… and she had all his old clothes in plastic bins labeled by month. If we don’t decide to do this again, and even if we do and have a girl, I’m thinking a huge sale would be in order. Steph’s telling me as I write this that we’re a long way off from that… but these are the things I think about. :)
BONUS… Samson has no idea what we’re doing with all these clothes and while we were taking pictures of them he was laying beside us with a “what’s going on” look on his face… here’s the pic:
Our next post will most likely have a side shot of the mom-to-be in it. We’ve been a bit negligent about getting you pics of her… but we’re on it. I took one along with the clothes this morning and will post it. One more MARTEL onesie for you to look at… so cool!