Week Eight

16 weeks left to go and it's hard to imagine that these newborn shirts currently are bigger than he is right now (almost a foot long and over a lb). He's big enough to wake me up as he did this morning kicking my lowest rib (or at least it felt that way). Christi got to feel him for the first time last night- at first he gave a couple good kicks, then stopped. Then it felt like he was sprinting in place- it's a bit frightening to me how much energy he already seems to have.

And especially for Tim from my momma

One more done!

This sweater has the same green yarn as the booties and hat of a previous post. It also has 6 more buttons out of my nana's button stash.

Bouncing zebra...

Our friends Natali and Chris recently came back from living and working in Prague for a few months bearing gifts. They gave us the most adorable wooden zebra for the nursery. He has a long spring attached to his head so you can set him bouncing and it last for about 2 minutes. I am thinking we'll suspend it above the changing table- a diaper can be changed in two minutes, right?

Weeks Six & Seven

Week Six (er...seven): a hooded towel- my mom said I loved mine when I was little. This one I didn 't get in the mail as Tim and I went up to NC for July 4th and saw everyone. The package was on the piano at my parent's house and she let me open it right then and there. The week was the 6th one, but the number on the package was 7.

Week 6 (given on week 7): the softest socks and three adorable shirts.
When I first saw Tim and knew I had to get to meet him I was 17 and he was 18. He had just come back from spending his senior year of high school in Angola, Africa with his aunt and uncle. He was darkly tanned, in great shape and was sitting against the wall of our church foyer waiting for youth group to start with his legs drawn up and his arms wrapped casually around his knees. He was extremely enticing to me and he was wearing...an orange and white stripped shirt. I can still CLEARLY see that image in my head. I LOVED that shirt. So much so that years later when it was falling apart and he put it in the bin to go in the trash I asked if he wanted to keep it just for the memories. He's not as sentimental as I, so into the bin it went (we were just dating at the time, but if we had been married I would have been sorely tempted to stash it in a box in the attic). Ever since I have loved striped orange and white t-shirts...my favorite shirt of his to wear to bed has them. I don't think my mom knew of this when she picked out this shirt for the baby, but I am so excited to see him wear it and fall in love with him the same way I did with Tim over 14 years ago.

23 week belly shot

Christi took this photo as their Margarita Bomb party on Saturday night (though it couldn't been Sunday morning since we were there until 4:30am...no margaritas for me though!). I thought I hadn't really been looking pregnant yet, but I suppose I do! In the morning it's not so obvious, but after a full day of food and many bottles of water my stomach is definitely big. I just cannot imagine how big it will be at the end...17 weeks to go!

Since he's a boy...

Tim was a big baby...9.5lbs and at first that concerned me, but when Sharon said he was 21 inches long and I saw this picture of him soon after birth I realized he was not really all that chubby (and he was born at home!). Here he is getting a little jaundice prevention.

(Warning: if you are still on dial-up this post has 20 pictures so it will take a while to load- and remember, you can always click on a picture to see it bigger...ahem, momma)

I decided to look through all of Sharon's (Tim's mom) albums when we were visiting her this past weekend to see what Tim looked like growing up and I am TREMENDOUSLY surprised and pleased with how cute and adorable he was (and still is).

Little blondie with fuzzy hair.
I think he is about 2 months old in the picture where Sharon is holding him. 6 or 7 months old on the bed. Not sure about his age in the highchair.

I didn't have a specific item I adored as a child, but apparently Tim did. He had two matching receiving blankets from when he was an infant that he latched onto. Sharon said she had a really hard time even getting the dirty one from him to put it in the wash- he seemed to think the clean one smelled a bit suspicious. In this picture one of the two blankets is being loved to almost nothing- it kept getting smaller and smaller through all that love.

Ever the true boy...sawing on something and looking mighty mischievous.

I think this is a passport photo...not sure what age.

Still a boy, playing on what is either a sack of coffee, feed or seed.

His first years of life were spent growing up on a farm in Jamaica.

You can see where Tim gets his looks when you see both Sharon and his dad, Rob.

Both Tim and I were blonds when we were little- so we'll see what this baby of ours comes out looking like.

Ah, how will I ever tell my child not to play with guns if he ever sees this picture of his dad?
Impish...
Angelic...Even reading a bible story...

but still a clown.Tim still has this Manchester United scarf. I think it will need to be hung up in the nursery.

Finished a few more things...Val- you'll be so proud!

Baby Surprise sweater in baby alpaca yarn with buttons from my nana's button collection that I've had for many years waiting for the perfect project.
Because the buttons came from an old stash they are mismatched, but that's okay with me since they are the only embellishments on an otherwise pretty plain sweater.

Is an old, partially dried up grapefruit smaller than the average newborn head? I hope so!

I finished knitting theses socks back in early January and finally finished seaming them over the weekend.

These are called baby Moc-a-Socs. They are all one piece even though it looks like the socks are separate.

Same green yarn that is on the above hat's tassel and also the green strips on a sweater I am currently seaming up.

Week Five from Momma