B is for Baby Baby Baby Oh.

You might really have to read between the lines on the title. The message is a a little encrypted.

You could say we are moving to a zone defense as parents.
If you live in San Francisco you might call us breeders.
Or you could ask us 'if we know how this kind of thing happens.' We have an idea.

Our little growing family is super excited. Truthfully this is the most excited I've been of the three times I've find out about these tiny babies growing inside me. Maybe because I take my job more seriously now because I've messed up so much and I've been at it longer now.  I don't know, but I like it.

Davy is super excited too and announced it to our next door neighbor the day we found out. Today she randomly stopped a woman on a staircase at her school and told her that I was having a baby.

In other outbursts of Davy screaming at the unsuspecting... She practically assaulted a woman in a public restroom washing her hands next to us with words like "MOM! MOM! SHE'S HUGE! SHE'S HUGE! " and a "SHE IS A GIANT". Poor poor woman. She was tall and super skinny. Not giant-like at all. Embarrassing. Even more embarrassing because I started laughing and had to hide my face. I suck. Back to the baby....We had to go to the mall because they have a food court and I was voraciously hungry after all this crazy stomach bugness and nausea abounding and no food at home to speak of. And I'm pretty sure we caught a new disgusting disease there because Davy was practically licking the food court table the whole time.

secret time...it's not my baby

We are still pretty early in the baby game this time. According to calculations we will be 12 weeks on Sunday. For fruit lovers out there, the baby is in between the size of a fig and a lime.

It's going to be a party of 5 over here all the time starting somewhere around June 17ish.