oh, kenny benny

When Kenny screws up and knows he's gonna get reprimanded, he announces in a sing-song voice, "Oh, Kenny Benny..."

Gotta love when the toddler mimics back adult disappointment. I think it's his form of Gen X irony or something. Mostly it's just cute.

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Week 37: Full-Term!

Professor Goldblatt isn't fully cooked, but she is edible, so to speak. That is to say, her lungs are fully mature and can adjust to the real world if necessary. As of now, the good Prof. weighs somewhere around 6 1/3 lbs, and is around 19 inches long. Or about the size of a stalk of Swiss chard. I love these random "about the size of" examples. I, honestly, have no idea what a Swiss chard is, but I'm going to Google it in a second to find out (and get a suitable picture to use). So thanks to Goldblatt, she's already helping me learn something new each day.

Overboard is doing okay, but getting a wee bit more uncomfortable as Goldblatt drops lower and plans her big escape. To her credit, Overboard is currently waddling through the discomfort, but it does mean Kenny is suffering from less opportunities to be picked up by Mommy. Not that it's a bad thing. After all, in only two weeks, Mr. Man is going to have to start being more and more independent since we'll have a wee one to fuss over and carry about. We'll see how that goes.

t-minus 17 days (and counting)

We're in Week 36 now, which means we have just over two weeks left to go. Amazing.

Professor Goldblatt is currently gaining roughly an ounce a day and now weighs in somewhere around 6 lbs, or about the size of a crenshaw melon (whether that makes her a Blood or a Crip, I'm not really sure). I'm not even gonna try to paraphrase the next part, so let's just give you the info straight from the source: "She's shedding most of the downy hair that covered her body, as well as the vernix caseosa, the waxy substance that protected her skin during her nine-month amniotic bath." Lovely, no? It's like a prenatal spa in there, apparently.

The doctor told Overboard that the good Prof. is facing downward, which to me creates imagery of those zero-gravity boots that were so popular in the '80s. She is still squirming around in there, and we're having fun playing many a round of "there goes Mommy's belly again" every time Overboard sits down.

In the meantime, we've been speculating a bit on what Goldblatt will be like when she hits the "real world." Will she be like Kenny? Or will she be the polar opposite? Or maybe somewhere in between? No matter the results, it should be interesting.

nice try, danny

Cousins Danny and Elise were in town the other weekend and Danny tried to pry Professor Goldblatt's real name out of us. To no avail. So he tried Kenny.

DANNY: "What's your little sister's name?"

KENNY: "Sister."

That's my boy.

overboard overheard

Overheard at Overboard's office the other day in reference to her growing belly:

CO-WORKER: "Have you had a doctor check that thing out?"

OVERBOARD: "Yeah, I'm having it removed in three weeks."


*Thankyousomuchyou'reagreatcrowdtipyourbartendersandpleasetrytheveal.

that's "professor" honeydew, to you

It's Week 35! [sorry for the delay]

Things are getting cramped in Overboard's belly these days, as Professor Goldblatt continues to plump up and count down to her big debut. She is somewhere in the neighborhood of 18 inches long and 5.25 pounds, or about the size of a honeydew melon. With the spacial constrictions, Goldblatt isn't rolling around as much (though she is trying), but she making her presence known.

On a lovely note, the good Professor's kidneys are fully developped and her liver can process some "waste products." There's the image you were looking for, eh?

Earlier this week, Overboard went to the doctor and got checked out. All is good. (how's that for a detailed description?)

In reference to the title of this post, we need to do a few things before the Professor arrives, including washing up and polishing off her car carrier seat, snap-n-go stroller, bouncy seats, and prepping for the infusion of extra estrogen in the house. Good stuff.

under construction - part v

Things are rolling along with the house. The bathrooms have been tiled, closets have been set up, and just about everything has been primed for painting. Plus, the fence is down out front, so that makes things feel that much close to normal. Don't believe me? See for yourself...


Look, Ma! No fence!


Floor tile in our bathroom.


Tiling in our shower.


Quick peek into our walk-in closet. Tough to get good shots in there.


Floor tiles in the kids' bathroom.


Kid's tub/shower.


Kenny's closet.


Goldblatt's closet looks remarkably similar to Kenny's. However, outside of her closet is a cool little built-in bookshelf.

cheap schtick

Lately, Kenny has begun to sing his own version of "Surrender" by Cheap Trick. Just like his mommy, however, Kenny only remembers one line of the song, so he just repeats it over and over and over again.

According to Mr. K, "Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, Kenny's alright, Sadie's alright..." (and then repeat).

five-alarm adorableness

Kenny slipped on his new fireman rain boots so he could splash in the driveway puddles earlier this week. Stomping about, he started singing, "If you're happy and you know it" at the top of his lungs. He took particular joy in the verse, "If you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet!"

you can get married, but you cantaloupe*

We've moved into Week 34 and are definitely on the home stretch. Overboard's belly is getting bigger and even more active. It seems that our little girl can't stop squirming, especially when Overboard sits down after moving around. I'm hoping this love of motion doesn't turn into a series of "let's drive Goldblatt around the block 16 times to get her to fall asleep." Time will tell.

According to our sources, the good Professor is weighing in around 4.75 lbs, or about the size of a cantaloupe. She's also resembling a cantaloupe, as she adds fat and rounds out. Unlike a cantaloupe, however, Goldblatt's skin is quite smooth.

That's all I've got. Tune in next week for more.

*This has nothing to with babies, but it's all I could think of. Deal.

kenny lightyear

One of my co-workers created Buzz Lightyear wrist guards for his son, and was nice enough to give me the printout with the artwork on it. I then took two toilet paper rolls, a lot of tape, a bit of cussing, and voila! Wrist guards to fire lasers or call Star Command.

Kenny wasn't as enthused about them as I had hoped, and was ready to take them off about 37 seconds after putting them on. However, I was able to snap a few pix before the fickle one moved back to his other toys...


Kenny Lightyear prepares to secure the Gamma Quadrant from the evil minions of Zurg.


Kenny speaks with Buzz about proper laser safety.


"Whaddaya mean I can't vaporize the dog? What if she has it coming to her?"