The Last Six Weeks ...

So apparently it was six weeks ago that I blogged ... in that time, I've had a baby and moved to a different city. Rather than bore you with the mundane prattling normally found here, I bring you a photo scrap book of The Last Six Weeks!

Several hours before Ada was born, I demonstrate my wry wit along with my heart rate monitor.

Ada Elizabeth Gautreaux, 7-22-2011, 7:35 p.m., 7 lbs 8.6 oz, mommy had ALL the drugs.

Jeffrey holding his daughter for the first time.

Ada, showing us what she thinks of us.

Sleeping!

Ada in a duckie towel after one of her first baths.

Grandpa Rinne holding his great granddaughter.

Who's tired?

Ada, a few weeks in, giving us a typical Ada Face -- she really is sitting up in that corner of the chair all by herself.

At Zinburger with Terry -- he basically packed our whole house.

Lucy in her chair, hemmed in by all the boxes. Lucy has moved ten times in her life. She's a pro.

Ada looking bored with us ... again.

The truck is so big, it doesn't fit in the frame. It also completely obscures our Phoenix house behind it. And yes, Jeffrey drove it all by himself and no one was killed! (I won't mention the incident with the giant rock.)

The view from our deck in Prescott.

Lucy enjoying the view from one of our decks in Prescott.

Sunset at Watson Lake in Prescott.

Ada, finally not bored by us. I think she enjoys living in Prescott!

No More Than Two More Weeks

At my weekly checkup today everything was declared "perfect!" and also declared "not coming any day soon!"

So we are now at 39 weeks. One more week to due date. The belly has gone from feeling like one of those bears-in-the-balloon you win at the fair to "baby stuck in dry cleaner bag."

There's just no more room at the inn.

The doc said Ada only gets up to two more weeks and then she's not allowed to stay in there any longer. You naturalists out there probably think that's rushing it. But I've gained 32 pounds and it's only on my front and I'm getting a little uncomfortable lugging this kid around on my insides. I'm ready for her to try her ErgoBaby carrier on the OUTSIDE.

In other news, we found a place to rent in Prescott.

Boulder Park Townhome. Gated. Corner unit. Dogs allowed. About two blocks from Jeffrey's office. Going to be 100-degrees in Phoenix today. 74 in Prescott. Prescott for the WIN!

My mom and I have been putting appliques on onesies. So far? This is my best applique. The horse body actually wraps around to the back!

Print silhouette on freezer paper, iron to desired fabric square, iron to iron-on lightweight fusing square, cut out image, iron on to onesie. Bask in glory of how awesome it turned out. Consider adding embroidery thread mane. Reject idea because it's just so perfect as it is.

Don't eat the baby

Today a Manny Randazzo ( of The Original Randazzo Family) King Cake was delivered to our house. I'm assuming this is from TG -- thanks TG! It's from Lindsey and Brent! Thanks Lindsey and Brent! (apparently these are some cousin types I haven't met.)

I texted Jeffrey and told him of its arrival.
He texted back, "Do you like king cake? Have you ever had it?"
I responded, "Never had it. My maiden name is Krouse. Today my dad sent me a picture of his liverwurst sandwich."
To which Jeffrey replied, "Don't eat the baby."

Don't eat the baby. Words to live by.

If you turn it on it's side, it kind of looks like Hitchcock!

TERRY! Spoiler alert! It has a head!

Today I went for an ultrasound and here's the picture of the kid at 22 weeks. And it is definitely a girl. Or a boy with some issues...

I realize my posts have become a little babycentric, so here's an update on non baby news:

My dad is here visiting for the week and leaves tomorrow. This weekend in Phoenix it is supposed to hit about 76 degrees. In Raleigh? It's snowing.

Jeffrey is still clerking for the judge and, as he goes off everyday without complaining, I can only assume he likes it.

I'm working remotely still and things are pretty much just ho-hum.

The dogs are doing well. The other day we took them for a walk and just a few minutes after getting back to the house one of Lucy's paws swelled up to about the size of a tennis ball. Benadryl was dosed and by morning her paw was normal again. We have no idea what got her.