Care to make a wager?

Here is what you can make bets on:

• Joey's Arrival Date
• Weight & Height
• Jack's Reaction to the New Guy
• Who cries the most: Andy, me or Jack

Information you might like to know to make your decisions:

Joey's due official due date is March 7. I am trying to send him strong mommy-voice commands to come earlier since I am SO BORED of being pregnant. I would much rather be uncomfortable and not sleeping because I'm snuggling a newborn rather than having to pee and because I am carrying an extra 30 pound belly bulb.

Jack came two days before his due date. Lizzie had just finished a reflexology class and I asked her to rub the pressure points that are supposed to induce labor. I don't know what you think about pressure points, but that night labor started... you best believe that I will employ her skills again when I am truly at my wits end.

Jack was 7lbs 12oz and 19 inches when he was born.

When Jack was born I didn't cry (until they told us we had to stay at the hospital for an extra few hours) but Andy did. You know the cute, teary eyes. No messy sobbing for this family.

And to make your conclusions about Jack's reaction, I should show you how Jack reacted to his baby doll:

A side note:

A question really,

does anyone know why

my pictures are suddenly

coming out so grainy?

I have a simple point and shoot

that has served me well,

but my last attempts to capture

sweet moments have resulted in

these fuzzy images.

Ideas?

There are no prizes available, but if you are the winner, you will know and I will know and you can live with pride knowing that you are a really good guesser! Yay!

So, place your bets!

Waiting

Two of these wondrous creations are coming to my house. 

I ordered them two weeks ago.

They won't be here until the 25th. 

Ugh!

I hate waiting.

Please tell me that "I hate waiting" immediately makes you think of The Princess Bride.  The part where Inigo is offering the rope to the Man In Black, who will later be identified as Westley, and they exchange witty banter about the process of climbing the Cliffs of Insanity. 

If it does not, I fear for the longevity of our friendship. The exception is Andy, who despite refusing to watch the Princess Bride, somehow still won my heart. Still, I can hardly afford to make exceptions. 

"Once word gets out that a pirate has gone soft, it is nothing but work, work, work..." 

Not that I'm a pirate, it's just that I can only have one exception to the rule, so, unfortunately, that still leaves you all in danger if you cannot quickly identify the speaker and context of that quote.

Sorry. 

"Please understand I hold you in the highest regard..." Finish that line! 

Word Games

We at one time had two sets of alphabet magnets, with one of each letter in each set.

Very few letters remain.

I keep them in a tupperware in the kitchen cabinet and pull them out when Jack is bored, or when I'm cooking and he needs something to entertain himself. 

The usual way we play with them is that I put them all on the fridge, saying each letter (and sometimes the color).  Then I put together simple words and just talk about the nothing-type of things that moms talk about with their children who can't talk back.  Then, after about two seconds Jack eagerly swings at the letters, knocking them off the magnetic surface. Sometimes he tries to stick them back on, sometimes he just slides them under the fridge (hence the limited letter options), and a lot of time he piles them back in the tupperware to be dumped out again and again.  

So here is my challenge to you: How many words can you make with our limited magnets? The longest word gets a gold star! The person with the most words will also get a gold star!

Here are your letters:

Your vowels: 

Your blue and green consonants: 

Your yellow, red, orange and pink consonants: 

And, if you don't have any moral objections about lying to a 14-month old, you may also use the two sevens upside down as "L."

Ready?  Let the game begin!

Remember, gold stars are on the line people!