Well, we may as well make this official. There is another Baby Aitken on the way, due on April 12th!
Today I went for my 12 week ultrasound and we saw the little wee one punching and kicking it's way around. My doctor said that we would be able to find out the sex today but we were told that it was impossible to tell yet and we would have to wait until the 18 week one. Since the babe is all of 5cm from crown to rump, I can imagine trying to discern anything down below would be quite the challenge. I could make a nasty joke about if it was a boy, like father like son, but I won't. Oh wait, I just did...
Anyway, Iain and I are very excited/slightly overwhelmed. We look at Nathaniel who is still such a tiny little thing and the thought of another baby on its way very soon is enough for us to have a severe case of the shakes. To put this in perspective, on Nathaniel's 1st birthday, I was a month and a half pregnant. Nothing classier than being knocked up twice in one year.
Monday, September 29, 2008
New Bed

Saturday, September 27, 2008
The Newt Suit
Walking
Sore Teeth And Sour Popsicles

Stripey Jammies
Bath Time
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Upsy Daisy. Igglepiggle. Makka Pakka. The Pontipines. The Wottingers. The Haahoos. And last but not least, The Tombliboos.
If you recognize these names, you know where this is going. If this sounds like gibberish, count yourself lucky.
We have managed to avoid kids TV because we both hate it. But we have succumbed. Nathaniel sits on the couch and drinks his milk under the intense trance of "In The Night Garden" which is one of the most fucked up shows I have ever seen. It seriously makes me think you should be under the influence of something stronger than orange juice to understand it. I don't even know what the point of the show is, what is going on, what the heck all of those creatures with the crazy names are and why it is bright in the night garden. To be honest, I don't really care because he doesn't move a muscle for 20 minutes which lets us get things done in order to get off to work more or less on time.
Still, it is one freaky show.
If you recognize these names, you know where this is going. If this sounds like gibberish, count yourself lucky.
We have managed to avoid kids TV because we both hate it. But we have succumbed. Nathaniel sits on the couch and drinks his milk under the intense trance of "In The Night Garden" which is one of the most fucked up shows I have ever seen. It seriously makes me think you should be under the influence of something stronger than orange juice to understand it. I don't even know what the point of the show is, what is going on, what the heck all of those creatures with the crazy names are and why it is bright in the night garden. To be honest, I don't really care because he doesn't move a muscle for 20 minutes which lets us get things done in order to get off to work more or less on time.
Still, it is one freaky show.
It's All About The Acoustics
The Stool


My brother had a good description of Nate's chompers the other day. Kris picked him up and Nathaniel gave him a big smile, Kris laughed and said, "Looks like a mouthful of Chiclets in there". Pretty apt description if you ask me.
Breakfast With Great Grammy Jean

Check Out The Pearly Whites




The FREX




Little heads up - we went to the Gagetown Fair this weekend and it is way better and way cheaper, so hold out two weeks and enjoy the pretty village rather than the greasy FREX. Even the carnies seemed cleaner.
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