Happy Valentines Day! I'm sorry I haven't posed in a few days. Last week was crazy with concerts and this weekend was filled with house-work that I didn't do last week. But instead of hearing me gripe, you want to see pictures of Kristi. Well, here they are.
These were taken last night after our Valentine's dinner. For Valentine's Day, we decided to get each other baby things instead of presents. We then decided instead to buy a vacum because ours was really bad. Well, I forgot and went and bought something for the babies and gave them to Kristi.
Aren't they cute? They say, "I Love Mommy" on them. During this trip to Target, I had a realization about a difficulty I'm going to have being a parent. I'm sure it's just one of many realizations I will have but this one I'll share with you. Once I got to the baby section, I walked up and down the aisles looking at all the cute, cool and scary stuff. I realized, too late, that I had a grin on my face like the cat that had eaten the canary. These two old ladies saw me and my smile and asked if I had kids. Well, that was a mistake on their part, one I'm sure they will never make again. I began to bore them with all kinds of small talk about how my wonderful wife was pregnant with our first two and blah, blah, blah. I finally stopped talking when I noticed them walking away and continuing their shopping while I was still talking.
Now, while this is funny, it's not actually the realization to which I refered. What happened next was, after deciding not to get the baby guitars that played children's songs in Metalica style, I settled on these two blankets which say "I Love Mommy." After I picked them up, I started to tear up a bit and had to actively stop myself from crying in Target. The realization was, I'm going to have to be guarded every day, all day, like the U.S. Marines, not to spoil these children. If they're making me tear up just buying blankets, they'll be able roll over me easily if I let them. I've always believed spoiled dogs make good dogs. The same cannot be said for children. When you spoil your children, you have, well, spoiled children. Like spoiled eggs, nobody wants that.
So Thursday is a big day for us. We have two doctor's appointments. The first is a regular check-up with Kristi's doctor and the other is in Temple where they use the ultra-high-resolution-3D-imagining-ultrasound-thingy. They will be looking for problems and also tell us the gender. We're hoping and praying for very healthy babies. As far as gender goes, as I said before, we don't care--girls can push a lawn mower just the same as boys. Huh. It seems I'm over that spoiling thing.
I'll put in pictures if I get them on Thursday. Until then, enjoy this warm weather.
Dr. Daddy
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