Now that I have passed the first trimester it seems like every week goes by faster than the last. Three weeks ago when I made my appointment for our "big" anatomy ultrasound, I felt like March 5 was forever away. Now it's a week from today. One of the things that keeps slipping through my fingers is remembering to make an entry here every so often. I will come back with a shiny new poetry challenge next week. I have found that if I do one on the weekend everyone is too busy to do it, anyway.
Meanwhile, my son told me as I got him out of his crib today and our dog was having a conniption fit downstairs, "Puppy barking!" Yes, and I had no idea he knew how to say that. Cute guy. He also discovered the word "broken" to describe the crackers he likes to destroy during snacks, only he pronounces it more like "bacon." "Cracker bacon!" he says, pointing out the two halves sitting on his tray.
Something that tends to dependably provide giggles the last few days has been if my son points to my belly, we'll play peek-a-boo. I will lift my shirt up and say "Belly!" and he laughs. If I put it down, he wants me to do it again. We'll see how long it is a novelty, I guess.