and now we are four

A family of four, that is. This is Seal Pup 2.0 or SP2.0 for short. He is cute, we think we'll keep him.

So this is a few weeks overdue; but, better the post than the baby, right? Get it? Nevermind, here are some pictures.

Post delivery, prior to my asking for drugs.

Seal pups meeting for the first time. SP1.0 is clearly a fan, we aren't sure if SP2.0 feels the same way though. After this photo, Papa was admonished for using the flash because his "little brother doesn't like the flash."

SP1.0 has a thing for"touching [his] baby brother." I think that "touching" is a euphemism for "aggravating," but that is just me. I think, really, Seal Pup the elder just wanted to hold his baby brother which was nixed as he was diseased with some sort of winter contagion at the time.

Another person who couldn't stop "touching" or holding the baby was my mom. She kept saying, "I want to take him home in my pocket" so much, even SP1.0 began to worry that she would actually do it. And then we all concluded that, while small, SP2.0 would not actually fit in a pocket.There are some more pictures in flickr, of course. And with Christmas coming up, you know there will be a photo refresher before the end of the year.

holiday mash-up

We like the winter holidays, or rather, the fall holidays that take us into the winter ones...whatever. Last week was Thanksgiving.

Since I am sporting a belly the size of Texas, you will understand if the prospect of many days' preparation for culinary feast did not thrill me. But my dad was flying up from Florida for a feast, so a feast he was given, albeit a modest one. But really, his interest seemed more tied with tickling the Pup, so everyone was pleased, I think.
So we went low key this year. Papa decided that he would make the turkey this year (too heavy for me to lift--we will forget that my job requires that I lift 40-50 pound boxes daily though). I did some sides, no soup or salad this year though. I sort of missed the soup, to be honest. But I am pretty glad my dad finally told me he doesn't actually like pecan or pumpkin pie (I am not really a fan either, to be honest). But it was nice to have relaxing tasty meal.Even if it wasn't seasoned to everyone's taste.
After a day of rest on Friday, we jumped into Yuletide cheer by getting a Christmas tree. I couldn't go (as extended walking would likely "put me in labor" seriously, that's what the medical professionals said).

While the boys were whoopin' it up a Maple Lane Farms, I was at home working on Christmas cards, because you know, one can never start that process too early.
Especially with the expediently approaching arrival of a new pup.
More pictures in flickr. The next post should have good tidings and cheer.