It flies!

"Wook at dis Mom!" WonderBoy shouted. "My wubby flies!"

He has discovered the joy of throwing things over the balcony.

Oh my.

Where in the World?

Just in case you are wondering, we are in Ft. Worth right now. We've been here almost a week, and will stay another week before heading back to Granbury. That's in Texas, in case you haven't gathered. (A recent FB question let me know I hadn't clarified that yet.)

I really don't know how to answer the question of how we are doing. Basically, we are waiting. Sometimes patiently and hopefully, sometimes not. It's a journey. We're putting one foot in front of the other, thankful for the good.

Just so you know.

Can the baby see us?

This was just one of the many questions SuperKid had concerning Baby's photo shoot today. All four (five?) of us drove to Dallas to get the newest little one's picture taken via sonogram.

The situation can only be described as a Godsend. Through the good ol' Aggie network, my parents connected us with someone who is an ultrasound student and gracious enough to provide the session gratis. I am so thankful, because specific measurements needed to be taken this week. I am happy to report the baby and I are completely healthy and developing well. And though we were terribly tempted, we did not find out whether to plan for blue or pink. Rather, we turned our heads when she measured the femur, just in case Baby's gender suddenly became obvious.

WonderBoy was not at all interested in what was happening on the screen. I had thought he would be fascinated by all the button and dials. But to avoid the worst of the traffic, we had to schedule it for his nap time. That we avoided a tantrum, and he stayed relatively quiet and close was good enough. Now, the elevator ride to the fourth floor, open atrium and Curious George book in the waiting room, those were interesting.

SuperKid, however, was fascinated. He was curious about all aspects of the procedure, and at times got very emotional. He took turns with his Daddy holding my hand and watching intently. The technician explained everything in detail, patiently pointing out fingers, toes, long bones and heart. That's when he asked if they baby could likewise see us. He was at first worried that either I or the baby would be uncomfortable, but we assured him all was well. "I'm so happy about the baby in your tummy," he tenderly told me more than once.

As for KiSA and I, seeing your unborn child kick, wave hello, and flip around never gets old. I still cannot believe we are at least halfway to meeting him or her face to face. I never cease to be fascinated by both the wonder of new life and the technology that makes such an experience possible. And this time, by the perfectly Divine orchestration that brought the six of us together in that little room.

Thank you, Lord.