Oh, to be a kid again

As we near our move, and our apartment is looking more and more like a basement that hasn't been cleaned out in 20 years, Annie and I are pretty desperate to get out of the house during the day. Today, we thought Annie would enjoy going on Jay's commuter bus (the complex sponsors a bus that takes people to the medical center which is why we've been able to live on one car these past 2 years) and meet Papa for lunch. Had we known what joy mass transportation would impart on our child, we would have certainly done this sooner. She sang the entire way there, so excited to not be in a car seat (or any restraint device, for that matter), and cried when we got off. Her tears were soon alleviated once she got to go up an escalator, and, to top it all off, we got to go to the CAFETERIA. Annie was awestruck watching people mill around choosing their various fast foods and brownies. I should just take her to a busy airport from now on when I'm out of things to do with her. She would probably be mesmerized for hours. Jay also shared his bread pudding and pink lemonade with her, which she promptly guzzled long enough for me to dig through my enormous diaper bag and find the camera, turn it on and capture her in action. I expect her to come down from the sugar high sometime next week.

In other news, we had our 18-week appointment, which Annie also got to attend. This is the one where they do an ultrasound measuring all the various parts of the baby to make sure it's on track, and where they can tell you the gender if you so choose. We so chose not to. Annie was kind of interested for the first 20 minutes but then she just wanted to get down and investigate the jelly on mommy's tummy. "We don't eat that," was her refrain. I can't really blame her; only about 2 seconds of the ultrasound actually looked like a baby. Those 2 seconds are shown in the photo here. A face shot and a profile. Kind of freaky, but I'm sure it will be a lot cuter when it comes out. (You can click on the photo to see it bigger.)

Other than that, we are packing away, getting signed up for utilities, researching car prices, and preparing for our increasingly sadder departure from Houston. This Sunday my mothers' group is throwing us a farewell party and we'll see how these pregnancy hormones hold up to what's sure to be an emotional event. I'd buy stock in Kleenex if I were you.