Last week, Clarke celebrated his 30-somethingish birthday.
We kicked off the celebration on Saturday with an amazing lunch at Tucanos.
(And when you're pregnant and carnivorous, Tucanos is like a trip to foodie heaven.)
On Sunday morning, we cozied up to a big country breakfast at the Cracker Barrel before heading out to Veteran's park to walk along, and play in, the river.
After the river, as the temperature soared above 90 degrees, we headed home for a relaxing afternoon of movies on Clarke's new Blu-Ray player and napping off a busy morning in the air conditioned comfort of our house. The boys went swimming after their movie and arrived home just in time for birthday visitors, a dinner of bbq'd ribs & veggies and, of course, German chocolate birthday cake with coconut icing and Bunny Tracks ice cream.
Last week, we hit the 20 week mark in our pregnancy.
Many people would probably just shrug helplessly with a wan smile or pat you on the back with a "gee, that's great." if you were to tell them that you were blessedly 20 weeks pregnant. For us, 20 weeks indicates a HUGE milestone. We lost our Amelia at 19 weeks, so passing that anniversary (of sorts) is a big deal as we held our breaths through week 19 of this pregnancy. If we're very fortunate and heaven smiles down on us, then it's our hope to make it another 17-18 uneventful weeks until we can welcome a living and beautiful, baby girl See into our family.
We've also chosen a name, but here's the thing....
It's a SECRET!!
We'll announce our baby's name after she's born!
Here is my lumpyish, 20 week belly...
Bike riding without training wheels rocks!
It's often been observed that Brock is something of daredevil. He's fearless when it comes to nearly everything...except riding a bike without training wheels. Even encouraging him to ride a bike with training wheels took a lot of time and patience on our part. As soon as he mastered the training wheels, he thought he had it made. Until we went cold turkey on our boy and took the training wheels off entirely; logically thinking that we would teach him to ride his bike the old-fashioned way. It didn't work and in all of our frustrations, the training wheels found their way back onto Brock's bike.
Finally, we received some great advice from my aunt Diane. She suggested taking just one training wheel off and manipulating the remaining training wheel so that it didn't fully touch the ground. Amidst Brock's childish protests, Clarke took off one training wheel and walked around the neighborhood with Brock until he caught onto the concept of balancing himself on the bike. By that evening, he was all smiles as he went sailing up and down the road on his bike with the one training wheel.
Brock's bike posse...
On Sunday morning, Clarke took Brock on a bike ride and halfway back home, Clarke and Brock both noticed how mangled Brock's remaining training wheel had become. They stopped and Clarke removed the training wheel; Brock promptly spotted a trash can and threw the training wheel away, only afterward realizing that he had to ride his bike home without the training wheel. So, he did. He RODE HIS BIKE HOME WITHOUT TRAINING WHEELS!! And then he raced his bike up and down our road to "show mommy" his new trick.
We are so proud of Brock!
