His name...

We might just have one.

We've both actually liked the same name for over a week.

And guess what?  It does not start with an "S".

The Zoo

It's that time of year.  Zoo time!

We seem to head to the zoo every April and this year was no exception.  This past Tuesday was a sunny,   Spring day with the temperature around 55.  Just perfect for strolling around the zoo.  For mama the best part was that there was hardly anyone there.  For the girls the best part was the animals.

Here's our favourite lion.  He was just waking up from a nap and wouldn't show us his face.   The girls kept roaring at him but couldn't get him to respond.

The girls giving me a "Hey mom" picture pose.  Sofia had to include the wink.

Sofia made sure mama got her picture taken. By the way, I'm 34 weeks pregnant now.

Our annual picture with the gorillas.

Definitely not a sprinkle.

Last week these three lovely friends of mine hosted what I thought was going to be a Baby Sprinkle.

Carmen, Melanie, and Sheree

It was more like a Baby Downpour.  We had a great time of eating yummies, playing games, and sharing life with some amazing friends from church.

The downpour of gifts included baby necessities and many adorable BOY outfits.  Our son will not have to wear pink! 

Hangin' with her friend at the park.

It's finally that time of year when we can meet up with our friends at the park. 

This morning was a bit cool (50 degrees and windy) but the sun was shining!!!

Selah and her friend Aubry LOVE the swings.  Especially the one above because they can swing together.

boy. Oh Boy. OH BOY!!!

32 weeks!!!!

This past week I went in for my regular check-up  as well as an ultrasound.  We are thankful that our son continues to grow and seems to be healthy.   Actually, very healthy.

Here's the conversation my doc had with me following the ultrasound.

Doc:  "How big were your first two babies?"

Me:  "Sofia was 5lbs 3 oz.  but born at 35 weeks.  Selah was 7 lbs 2oz born at 38 weeks."

Doc:  "Well, your son's weight today we are estimating to be 5lbs 2 oz and with 8 more weeks to go could  be born between 9 and 10lbs.  He is in the 76% but the good  news is his head is only in the 53%."

Me: "Wow!"

Yes, the size of the baby makes me a little anxious about the birthing process but honestly, you should see how cute his cheeks already are....very chunky. I love chunky cheeks.   Unfortunately he continues to be a shy guy and just as the technician was about to take his pic he would put both hands in front of his face.

Thankfully my weight gain has been normal and my blood pressure has been WONDERFUL (I'm always aware of this because of having HELPP syndrome with Sofia).  I am going to have another ultrasound at 36 weeks to check on size and then begin my weekly non-stress tests.  If all is good they might consider inducing me early.  I'm not opposed to this at all.

Now, if only my son would stop kicking me with both his knees and his feet into the right side of my ribs!:)

It was a glorious Resurrection Sunday!

We loved waking up on Easter Sunday to a blue sky, sun shining, and buds on the trees. We sang and danced to Keith Green's "Easter Song" as we got ready then joined fellow believers in a great time of worship through song, prayer, and Scripture at our church.

There Were Three

They were all males

Enduring crucifixion travails

As they were suspended in the air on crosses with nails.

Are you not the Christ?! One assails,

Obviously rejecting Him who gloriously holds this detail.

Save yourself and us! Sounding like some twisted ending to a fairy tale,

Yet denying the One who is the narrow gate, yes, who is the narrow trail.

Don’t you fear God, you whom in comparison pale?

We deserve these nails! We merit these travails!

He whom you rail, He never fails!

Savior! King! Christ!

You who give such an extreme and gracious price

Remember me, one whose vice is not worthy of such a blood bought sacrifice.

Child, he says, today you’ll be with me in paradise.

How about you? In view of His wounded head, his blood loss,

Do you, too, feel worthless like dross?

Then no longer esteem or settle for the world’s gloss

For those who do, paradise is only a mirage, and at such a heavy cost

But it is found by those who embrace the Giver of Life on that cross!