Class #1

Last night was our first baby class: "Labor and Birth Preparation". It meets for 2 hours, once a week, for five weeks.

For reasons not entirely known to me, I had a severe case of the giggles that revealed itself a couple times during class. Maybe it's because my emotions are, in general, running high. Maybe it was because of the awkwardness of 13 other couples sitting around the room in a u-shape, with no one talking. But mostly I think it was because it was a completely inappropriate venue for giggling, therefore I just wanted to laugh more. I remember once in college, Jane and I went to the library to study, and ended up laughing so hard we had to leave. And the only thing funny was that we were supposed to be in quiet, library-mode. Nothing funny actually happened to make us start or keep laughing...just the laughing itself.

So last night, after I stifle one of my first for-no-reason giggling fits before the class has even started, Bret leans over and says to me "I took a shower in my clothes after my run". And I'm off giggling all over again. Even now, I can't stop laughing thinking about it. He was so deadpan, and it was such a strange thing to say, and it took me completely by surprise. So when I could finally control myself, I whispered to him "you did what??" and he whispered back that it just seemed like a more efficient way to clean his running clothes and get another day out of them before throwing them in the wash.

My husband is so fabulously strange sometimes....he totally catches me off guard and completely makes me laugh - and I find myself smitten with him all over again, like when we were first dating and discovering things about each other and being delighted with the joy that this new person was bringing into our lives. How I love my kooky man!

One for the Fans

Alright, totally self serving post title, but wouldn't it be nice if we all had a few fans? (not the stalker kind, just the really cool kind)

Before I post the required belly shot, look at this one first...this is from the Echo Falls golf club (where we got married) on Tuesday night, our 2nd wedding anniversary. Last year I had the snazzy idea that we should take a few pictures there on every anniversary. Bret is none-too-thrilled with my idea but begrudgingly plays along. My question is - how is just the two of us taking long arm shots for 5 minutes worse and more of a spectacle than him in a tux and me in a wedding dress with 20 family members milling about for 45 minutes in front of the falls??

And now that you've been lulled into a serene state of mind with the soothing falls that were the backdrop for that photo, I'll spring this one on you: The location is a really cool tunnel at the golf club with ivy over the entrance. The bad part is, no sunglasses are needed. Seriously - who stole my eyes and replaced them with the kind accessorized by crow's feet?? I've noticed this increasingly in pictures over the past few years. I really think someone is stealing my eyes in the middle of the night and giving me ever older ones. Darn eye-gnomes. And worse, Bret does not have this affliction (or least he doesn't have it as bad as me)! I guess the good part is that I'd rather look at him in our pictures than at me!

And now, for the belly shot:

Ummmm, pose much, Cheryl? Ha! You can't really see much of the belly - but the setting is sure pretty!