Satan Eating Jalapenos

That's how hot it is in my bedroom right now.

Today we visited the pool.  Emery was with his mom and attending a birthday party so Abby, Bunny, and I ventured to our new spot in Monticello.  If you are in the Central Illinois area (which I am sure most of you are) and you have kids I can't recommend the place enough.  Two weeks in a row we have gone there on Sunday, we are trying to make it a bit of a ritual.

Oh!  And did I mention that the air conditioning is out?

Elsa is growing and becoming quite the little dancer in her mommy's belly.  The reality of her arriving soon is really hitting me a lot lately, the butterflies and anticipation is growing by the day.  I dream about her, how beautiful she will be.  I watch other dads I know that have little girls and there was always a bit of jealousy in me because I thought for a long, long time that I was not having anymore kids.

Grandma is the thuggest one, don't forget it.

Whenever Abby and I got together she obviously already had Bunny, I was excited about having another little one around.  Em loves having a little brother in Gunner and Bunny calls Em his "bestest friend EVER" (just like that, pause then shout the ever).  Ever since Em turned three, I started off and on wanting another child. More for Emery than myself at first.  I come from a decent sized family, I'm the oldest of five.  My siblings (Nic, Timmy, Cera and Cory) are the best friends I could have ever asked for, as my son grew older I realized how much he was missing out on with him being an only child.

So then my slight baby fever should have been over last year, right?

That's what I thought, but in reality it wasn't.  Abby and I both experienced the fever strongly around the holidays and talked at length so many nights about how beautiful a baby girl would be added to our family. . .except that we used the word "someday" in there.  As in someday we would make a beautiful baby girl, but we agreed that we were still too new and wanting to be more stable financially and in a house before we even tried.

However, as you know by now, that was not to be.  A non-related, non-threatening hospital visit for Abby in the early part of the year unintentionally revealed that SURPRISE, baby fever turned into a real baby.  Completely stunned and a bit scared, we left the hospital and headed home.  Not often in my life have I ever been jaw-droppingly shocked, but that day is absolutely one of those days.

Anyway, I'm rambling.  Sorry the TV is on and I'm worn out.  My attention span is that of a. . . . . .  I'll be more coherent tomorrow.  In parting. . .

. . .tough lookin' dudes!