Well, it official- little Hamilton on the way. Actually, there will be two this year, as my sister-in-law is also pregnant. There will also be two VanderZand babies, as my sister is due the same month I am, just a few weeks before. This fall will be baby-tastic!
Eight weeks and counting. Each week I get an update from Baby Center about how big my baby is and what he/she is growing at the time. This week he/she is the size of a pinto bean and is growing hands and finger, feet and toes, eyelids and ears, nose and mouth. My husband has been using the food size equivalents as our baby's nickname for that week. Last week, he/she was chick pea, the week before, lentil. Next week, he/she will either be olive or bape (what our niece calls grapes).
Been noticing kids a lot more lately. We try to sit toward the back of church and I get to watch all the kids. Yesterday I laughed silently for about 5 min because little John, youngest son of the pastor (age 2) tried to steer little Ruthy (age 1, Burmese) back to her mother and she fell flat on her face. The funniest parts were the look of concern on John's face and the fact that Ruthy lay in the same position for about a minute without crying. I almost thought she was unconscious! Her mother picked her up and no one in the other sections was any the wiser. I think the pastor know what was up, though, because he saw me quaking with held in laughter while he was speaking seriously. I couldn't help it!
