First, papa Corey and mama Suzie! Wow. That's what I'm saying: Wow! You crazy kids. If I still had a 12 month old or 18 month old, I would say, Yipee--it's the best, you'll love it! Now that I have a 2 year old, I'm thinking, are you sure you wanna do this?
Congratulations. Enjoy the pregnancy. Get excited. Don't let jaded parents of older kids get you down (no, I am not one of them--I was kidding above). Don't freak out. And keep us posted.
I feel like this is as good a time as any to introduce Abby's new numbering system. She's been able to count to 5 for a while, but has recently ventured into the murky waters of beyond-five. Here's the new math:
One
Twoo
Free
Four
Bibes
Chicken
Hate
Four
One
Free!
Ok, and secondly, Cathy and the breakup. Sorry to hear the news. Do you need Swit and I to bust out a pair of plyers and a blow-torch and show him how we take care of business Anaheim style? Or will just a few upper-cuts do the trick? I am reminded of a break-up I had years (and years and years) ago. I downed an entire (albiet not large) bottle of tequila in about 5 minutes, called Cathy and said, "I'm coherent, but just for a few more minutes... I think you'd better come get me." I know she did, but not surprisingly, I have no recollection of what happened next. So, um, I'm going to go ahead and not recommend that approach.
Hang in there.
As always, I'm just saying.