Clearing the front room

So over the next few weeks we have to clean out the front bedroom to get it ready for baby furniture stuff. It's strange that I'm moving my toys out for the kid's toys. No need to tease the youngster with my still in the plastic collector's items. What's he going to do with my Bob Crane doll?

What's in a nickname?

Bec's relatives are frightened that I've taken to calling the upcoming baby "Butterbean."

"Don't say that it. It's going to stick," her aunt told me.

They don't understand that in a few months, he'll be Butterball.

Stealing Thunder

My youngest brother calls up this afternoon. He asks if Bec and I are around. I say sure thinking that he's in the area and wants to drop by to celebrate the pregnancy in person. Nope.

His wife (also named Rebecca) is pregnant with their second child. It's due in July. He is nervous about telling our folks for fear that somehow he'll lessen our news. I inform him that such things are impossible since my child is the family Scion. His kid will be the second child so it'll just get hand me downs.

It wasn't that unexpected since they just bought a huge place with extra bedrooms. His wife does want the large family.

But now I know we're going to have to give a baby shower present in the middle of getting one. Smells like the perfect time to re-gift.

Kids and Parties

We went out to a Halloween party that was getting fun, but Butterbean wore out Bec before midnight. So we left early. Who knew that 7 months to go, the Butterbean is already making demands.

Can you hire a fetus sitter?

Crisis Averted

My mother-in-law has returned with my wife. Such a relief knowing I won't have to get phone calls from Dr. Phil wanting the exclusive coverage.

Maternity Shopping

The Mother-in-law arrived at 10:30 a.m. with Beck's aunt Cack and her cousin. They're taking her shopping for maternity clothes. She's not even showing. What's wrong with her wearing my oversized t-shirts and sweat pants for the next 7 months?

A few hours after they leave, the cellphone rings. Bec's mom has lost her at the mall. My wife is missing and I don't even have the last name Peterson. Will Matt Lauer believe me that I have nothing to do with my wife being lost at the mall by my mother-in-law. They better find her or I'm going to be in big trouble with my mom.

New Phobia?

While making breakfast, Becky calls me into the kitchen. She can't scramble the eggs. She's bonded with yokes. So now it is up to me to take the fork to them while her back is to the stove.