I've received notice that my lack of blogging is making some people crazy. To correct the problem, I've posted pictures! Who doesn't love pictures?
On Saturday, we went on a short drive to Fort Richardson, the Army post next door to us. On Lake Otter, they have a little boat rental and snack shack. Brian and Carol got to pedal me and Steve around for an hour for, get this, five bucks. Killer deal! Only, Steve and I had to endure their whining. :) We've been banned from sitting idly in the back while they paddled. Next time we go, we have to put in our fair share. Oh shucks.
Zoe picked a fight with Boozer, a three month old puppy, and lost. Badly. She got that scar between her eyes. We sure hope her hair grows back. It makes her look so mean, I'm scared no one will ever want to pet her again. Her life would NOT be complete without strangers petting her when we go out for walks and car rides.
And this is my belly as of Saturday evening. I'm sixteen weeks. You might think the growth is not enough to comment on. And if you look at week five and then week sixteen RIGHT after it, it's not. But when you see my in-between pictures, you'll see that my belly has gotten remarkably smaller since week twelve. It's because I chase kids around all day and Kinzie has been taking me swimming a few nights a week. Baby is still growing. Don't stress. I'm just firming up. It's rather nice, I'd say.