Author Archives: aaron

I’m not sure if you can really un-nest, but if you can, I probably am. Although I am physically ready for the baby to come out (and seem to be mostly prepared around the house as well) there are a … Continue reading →

A billboard. That’s right, not a sappy commercial even. A billboard. It had a picture of a little girl and said something like: “Annie’s legs were smashed in a car accident and she couldn’t walk. Now she can’t wait to … Continue reading →

I know you have been dying to see how massive I have become. Well wait no longer. We made my dad take some pictures of us. They are ultimately cheesey, and Aaron may beat me when he finds out I … Continue reading →

Today I went to visit Alex who I used to nanny for. He’s 4 now, when his mom went inside to get the baby who woke up, we had this conversation: A: You have a baby in your tummy.K: Yes, … Continue reading →

Sunday morning a bit after 7 I was back in bed after my fiftieth trip to the bathroom, slowly drifting back to sleep. All of a sudden, I felt a tickle on my arm. The kind of tickle you think … Continue reading →

Yesterday we went to meet Jose & Liza at Bahama Breeze for lunch because we had a giftcard that was begging to be used. Upon arrival at the lovely southcenter mall, it was a nightmare of a traffic jam. I … Continue reading →

This is probably premature, but I am impatient, so tough. Here is your golden opportunity to predict the future. Guess what day my little human will arrive and win a prize. A really good prize that I haven’t thought of … Continue reading →

As we are flying to Spokane tonight and driving to Montana tomorrow, I was just thinking about security restrictions, and the prohibition of water. And then I thought, hmmm, I wonder if you freeze your water, and it is still … Continue reading →

For the last week and a half or so, my child has been running a marathon, or doing water aerobics, or something crazy inside my belly. Before he would kick mostly at night or in the morning when I was … Continue reading →