Lost the race

These pictures have nothing to do with anything, but I like blogs better when there are pictures. Raph handed out signed copies of the one of him to his students on the last day of school. Very Napoleon Dynamite.

We're hanging in there. I officially lost the race. Both of my friends who were due this month had their babies already. Welcome Emma and Aila. Both girls. Both moms did great (good work Trisha and Melissa). I'm excited. I talk to them and I'm excited. it sounds fun. My mom gets here today so anytime after today would be fabulous. The sooner the better so that they little guy won't be too small to fly home and we can make it to Tom and Laura's wedding. This is the age of weddings and babies!

Raph was put in charge of naming the baby after we got frustrated about the whole process a few weeks ago. He is taking his responsibility very seriously. He won't tell me his ideas because he says I'll overanalyze them and whatever. He's threatening to name the baby Sherlock Homie G Matty. What a comic, huh! When we were in the doctor's office last week, they told me to take off my pants for the cervical exam and left the room. Raph's response as soon as they left was, "I wonder what their reaction would be if they came back and neither of us were wearing pants?" He does keep me laughing.