Running around in super grover underwear with safety goggles on. Can never be too prepared...at 0530 on a Saturday. He is a potty trained mad man, with very few misses. He loves to pick out his own underwear and will sometimes go get a new pair because he wants something different on. Working on pulling up his own drawers. We still have our word of mohr, but I think we might also have "allau" for hello when the phone rings.
20 weeks. We've reached the halfway point. I feel great. This kiddo is a jumping, kicking machine. We go in for an ultrasound on Tuesday and check up to make sure everything is going well. Abraham still loves to have me sit down, pull my shirt up, give the baby a hug and then blow raspberries. When he has sufficiently loved his baby, then he pulls my shirt back over my belly and tells me to stand up. Love him.
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