people who are nice.
Anyway. This is what I went with. It's Hebrew, and it says (fingers crossed) 'my son' up close to my wrist, looking at it from my point of view, and 'my daughter' underneath it. Which is exactly what I have in kanji on my foot for Ava and Scott. AND I've had that one verified, so nanny nanny boo boo.
And Nick added the final footprint to his calf. Maybe I'll snap a pic of it tomorrow. He's back at work today. I had to get up before nine thirty, it was really weird.
Speaking of Nick, he finally agreed to do Weight Watchers with me. It's nice, because it's always easier to eat a banana when your husband isn't sitting next to you on the couch eating an entire box of Whoppers, but it sucks because he gets ninety four thousand points, and he'll still lose four and five pounds a week. I'm assuming that I'll be gaining this week (since I still haven't stopped eating since Nick got home TWO WEEKS AGO) but hopefully I'll get back into some sort of normalcy this week. I'm hoping to gain tomorrow, stay the same for next week, then get back into losing at least a pound a week. My ten-pounds-before-Hawaii is now eleven pounds (suck) and I've got thirteen weeks, so I pretty much have absolutely no wiggle room for gaining. Suck suck suck.
I have decided that soccer was a huge mistake. HUGE. The Tuesday and Thursday practices aren't THAT inconvenient, but these Saturday games are BRUTAL. All caps. They're only thirty minutes, but it seems like they always start late (and of course, we get there on time) and it's so far away ('so far away' on Guam means twenty five minutes) and it just sucks the ENTIRE Saturday dry. Last week the game was at two (TWO!!! HELLO NAP TIME!!) and this weeks it's going to be at two forty five!!! That's even worse! AND, when all is said and done, the season will have lasted THREE MONTHS. That's a long time to go with no Saturdays.
It doesn't help that this is basically all Scott does at the games. Either this, or sits with me in the sun.
Even when the rest of the team is chasing the ball.
|Hey, whatcha'll doing?|
Then again, look at this smile!
And the coach felt sorry for me, and let him throw the ball in or whatever.
|I am having a TERRIBLE time figuring out how to use my new lens. I think google may have mislead me when telling me that it was the BEST LENS AVAILABLE.|
Ava is a LOT more interested. It's always hard for me to remember that she's an entire YEAR older than him, so of course, things are different.
But she gets distracted a lot too. Oy.
Last update: Nick jacked up the computer and all my actions are gone from pse. AND I can't get a handle on using my new lens, so I'm sorry the pictures suck. Good thing no one pays me to take pictures.