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We are finally home and all is well. Our first night with sweet little Claire went fairly smoothly. We set our alarm several times so that we could wake her to feed her. Claire on the other hand, woke us up a few extra times because she wanted to show us how talented she was at getting out of her swaddle!!

We are absolutely amazed at this precious gift from God and know she was literally PRAYED here. Will update more in the days to come!

Claire Has Arrived!!

Baby Claire joined us today at 6:03pm, she weighed in at 6lbs 14oz and 18 and 1/2 inches long. She is absolutely beautiful and seemed to be very calm. Mom is tired but doing well. Dad is absolutely beaming over his new bundle of joy. No pictures just yet but they will be here soon.
-K

Smokey Smokerson

Sorry I've been a posting slacker. We got the news that our bundle of joy will be coming 3 weeks early, so we've spent every last available moment tying up loose ends in preparation. Don't worry though, once she gets here, I will have plenty of time to blog.

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So here's a question for you, my faithful blog community: Is it okay to give a gift of used baby clothes if you are a smoker?

Don't get me wrong, I love hand-me-down clothes. Especially baby clothes because most times a baby hasn't worn them too much and as long as there are no bizarre stains on them, I am all about it. However, at my most recent shower, an attendee gave me a large gift bag stuffed to the brim with baby clothes her little darling had outgrown. I was very pleased with this gift until I held an item up to view it closer and it smelled like it had just spent the last 3 weeks in the local pub.

Mind you these garments were "freshly" washed before being put in said gift bag, and they STILL reeked of cigarette smoke. That stuff doesn't come out easily friends. Are smokers so numb to the smell of their vice that they don't realize that the stink remains even after a wash? Am I supposed to put those things on my precious little baby? I think not.

The offending bag-o-clothes currently sits in my garage until I can decide what to do with its contents. I don't want to give them to someone else. I even feel a little bad about donating them to Goodwill. I will probably choose the latter.

Waiting to Explode

I had my second baby shower today. Quite the blast! It is so humbling to have so many great friends gather to love on your baby before she is even born.

I got too many cool gifts to show them all, so instead I'll leave you with my latest belly pic.

I am starting to think this whole delivery thing won't be an issue because any day now, she is going to explode out of the front of me. Lovely mental picture, I know.

The Bird in Me

Wow. I have been a posting slacker lately. I find that lately all I want to do is clean my house. Nesting perhaps? The sad thing is that while I WANT to clean my house, I am not actually taking action and cleaning my house.

Don't get me wrong, I am keeping the clutter picked up as much as possible. The deep down scrubbing? Yeah, that has taken a back seat to my laziness and I just sit around thinking about all the grime that must be accumulating on the carpets and in the bathrooms.

I finally told the husband that we are going to adopt-a- room each day this week. Today is bathroom day. That way when we reach the end of the week, we will have a fairly well scrubbed down house and I will once again be able to rest without guilt.

On another fun note, I have finally started to experience the joy that is swelling in the hands and feet. All the pregnancy books said it would happen, but I had convinced myself that I had made it this far (8.25 months) without any problems, so I would probably make it to the end without that fun aspect of pregnancy. WRONG.

The swelling isn't too bad, but it is enough to require me to wear my wedding rings on a chain around my neck. Also, my socks leave a wickedly cool trench around my ankles by the end of the day. (I know how badly you wanted to know that.) It is dead sexy, I tell ya.

Okay, enough rambling. I am off to scrub my room of the day.

A New Element

Well check me out! Thanks to my friend, Pigs, I now have a flashy new "Flickr" for which to show my pictures! It's that cool new element on the left side of the page for those of you who are observationally challenged! To get a closer look at the pictures, just double click on the picture you want to see. It will bring up a new screen for your viewing pleasure! You can even add your comments to the photos if you should be so inclined. Keep watch for new pics as I update!

Enjoy!

Employees Must Wash Their Hands Before Returning to Work

Dear Fast Food Worker,

I felt compelled to write this letter to you to save you possible embarrassment if and when the health department decides to pay your establishment a visit.

I know it must be boring to be working the cash register in the drive through line. I am sure the monotony is liable to get the best of anyone. I can only guess that seeing my dog sitting in the back seat was a nice change of pace from the screaming kids you are used to viewing on a regular basis. However, it is not a good idea to call my dog to the front seat so that you can pet her. There are many reasons for this. Please take a moment to review the reasons listed below:

1) My dog is extremely incorrigible and it takes a lot to train her to sit in the back seat, especially when food is being introduced into the car. An invite into the front seat by you will only confuse her and make it much more difficult for me to get her back to where she is supposed to be.

2) I know my dog is friendly and tame, but do you? Calling a strange dog to the front window is a great way to lose a hand if you happen upon the wrong dog.

and most importantly . . .

3) YOU ARE TOUCHING A DOG WHILE WORKING WITH FOOD. Granted, I know at that moment you were merely handling the cash aspect of the job. But how do I know you don't change positions with the person at the front counter from time to time? Dog cooties and fast food don't mix. Bad, BAD idea.

Thank you for your time and consideration.
Sincerely,
Aims