He likes to move it, move it

Cocks has been moving and shaking and letting me know it since our official 16 week mark.  Today, though, I was able to get Cory's attention in time for him to feel it, too, for the very first time at 21 weeks.  Moments of this kind make everything so real and timing so imminent.  Perhaps we should think about a place for Cocks? 

Safety

Sometimes I forget just how fortunate I am to be a part of a family in which I always felt safe.  (Not counting the super miniscule number of times I did something wrong and sneaky and feared being caught.  Probably less than twice, surely.)  Today, I realize how fortunate my family is to be safe.

Elizabeth made it back safely from her Semester at Sea on Monday afternoon.  Her flight arrived in Charlotte as planned, and although I am sure that she misses captain's dinners, the best sunset views, and her group of friend-explorers, we are glad she is home.

My brother's family is safe and sound in Alabama.  After talking to David on Wednesday evening, I felt relieved to know their basement status, but after watching the news coverage of tornado damage across their state, I realize that prayers for others impacted by the damage can't stop any time soon.

I forgot

When Henry is at school and I am at home, I can watch all of my DVR'd shows:  The Real Housewives of Orange County, The Real Housewives of New York, Bethany Ever After... the list of high quality television goes on and on.  Thank you, Bravo.  You are the very best at producing shows that showcase self-destructive behavior that makes me appreciate my simple life--even the bed rest part.

And for the three channels that syndicate Buffy the Vampire Slayer in marathon fashion:  Thank you, too.  I will never get tired of them.  Well, except for season four.  Boring ending!

Law and Order, all types, it's getting to the point where I am seeing episodes I already watched at some point.  Weird.  Thank you, though, for this gem from yesterday:

     Witness:  What?  Wait.  You think I killed her?  No way!  I don't even kill bugs!
     Detective:  Being nice to bugs doesn't mean you're not a murderer.

So true, Law and Order.  So true.

Back to school... Back to school...

Henry is going back to school today since being out sick starting last Thursday.  I have to admit a level of anxiety is settling in this morning.  Will it be too quiet?  It was difficult and sometimes nerve-wracking to have a whiney and crappy-feeling housemate, and, of course I am glad that he feels well enough to return to normal life.  But, overall, we entertained each other well.  Hope he has fun today and doesn't miss me too much!

When I grow up...

Last week, Henry told Daddy that he wants to be a Spiderman Robot Chef when he gets big.

Sunday, after Daddy tenderly took care of H who was not feeling well at all, he told Daddy that, "Now I want to be a Daddy Robot Spiderman when I grow up."

It's pretty obvious that our boy admires his Daddy, and I do pray that he will have lots of Cory elements when he grows up.

Magic Egg

What is it?

Place in warm water to find out...

Why, it's a Tow-Mater and Lightening McQueen washcloth!  

Thanks for the magical minutes, Grandjane.

Unstoppable Personal Chef

I am fortunate in that I am married to an excellent cook.  Here's what Cory and I were enjoying just before Henry gave us warning of his soon to come up-chuck.

Garlic-thyme marinated lamb chops, roasted asparagus, fresh organic strawberries and pineapple--not even some table side puke kept us from finishing our meal.  

Parenthood: expect the unexpected, clean up, then keep eating.