Beardy Beard.

Scott decided that he was jealous that I got to grow the baby. So he decided to grow a baby of his own. Presenting Scott's beard:

About two weeks old.

By Popular Demand... A Belly Shot

It isn't much, but I swear it's completely different. If anyone knows how a 4.5" (CR) baby can fit inside there... let me know.

Things We Know

Things we've learned about our baby:
-he/she thinks that I absolutely cannot start my day without peanut butter (seriously. I will almost pass out without it).
-he/she really likes deep fried cheese curds
-he/she gets jealous when I hold other babies. I felt our little one move for the first time the other day when I was holding our friend's new baby.
-he/she tolerates chocolate on occasion. Straight chocolate is not allowed, but a small amount of chocolate on a smore or cookie will be allowed.
-he/she truly enjoys it when I eat healthy and sleep lots.

Basically this means that this is absolutely Scott's baby. Scott also loves peanut butter to no end, loves deep fried cheese curds, discourages me from eating too much chocolate, and is always making sure I eat good for our baby.

I'm not sure how I feel about these two ganging up on me... Isn't the baby supposed to be on the mom's side? At least while it is in the womb if not as long as I am it's sole food source?

Team Scott: 4 points.
Team Sarah: 0.5 points (he/she definitely gets the love of sleeping from me).

A Pleasant Surprise

The other day I was hard at work photographing old books ("collectables") and car repair manuals and to my delight I opened a book up and found this:

home, sweet home.

Amy's Spaghetti

I made Amy's spaghetti today.
Amy's recipe requires crushing the tomatoes by hand. For the most part, this isn't too bad. But there is risk involved... canned tomatoes tend to burst suddenly and with an incredible amount of juice and force. I took all precautions, yet still I managed this.

(I know... awesome photography skills).