Monday, October 3, 2011

Love

I noticed most of my post in the last couple of months have been about Sug.  I think I might be in love/obsesssed.
I'm ok with that.

Friday, September 30, 2011

You know what Panda's eat for lunch?.... BAMBOO.


Do you think Sug could be cuter than 12 sleeping baby pandas?  Check out the really fat one in the corner.

Speaking of which: Sug is officially a she.  Weighing in at a whooping 12 ounces and measuring about a week ahead of schedule.  All her test came back fabulous and she scored a 1350 on her SATs.
She's also been practicing her ninja moves a lot lately, making sure I don't forget she's in there.

Monday, September 26, 2011

I like this quote.

I found this quote and it reminded me of the experience that James and I went through during the recession (not saying it's over... but we have some sort of hindsight now).   I'm sure many of my friends can appreciate that time and what we all learned from it.   James and I continue to work hard not to forget that time and to be thankful for the opportunity to work and provide comfort to our little growing family.



Thursday, September 15, 2011

Sug, you look stunning.

This past week James' beloved grandmother Isyou past away.  Although I never got to truly get to know her, she was remembered by many as an amazing woman.  In looking at old photos of her, there was one of her one and only grandchild, sweet baby James.  And it really got me wondering what this sweet Sug is going to look like?  So I compiled a few photos to get a good idea of what we could expect and came to the conclusion...
Sug will have a big head and pinch-able cheeks, that is all.








Friday, September 9, 2011

Outside

Today's weather is beautiful, and Sug and I are dying to be outside. 

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Update on the Sug-meister

I went to the doc yesterday and Sug is baking quite nicely.  Although someone decided to have a small dance party in my belly, we finally found the heart beat and it was strong and loud.  All test have come back perfect and through all the 'gallons' of blood I have given, I have not passed out ONCE!
I'm finally feeling back to semi-normal, which is amazing compared to those first few months.  But the nurses tell me to not get to complacent, because in a few months I'll go back to being uncomfortable again.
I can't wait to meet this lil' personality growing inside.  What will be Sug's favorite hobbies and past times?  Sports?  James and I love watching volleyball and tennis on TV and have both agreed it would be a blast to have Sug enjoy those as well.  Or maybe grandfather Lynn will finally have a biking buddy?  Or will Sug take the stage like his Auntie and be a triple threat singer, dancer, actor?
And the best part... we have no idea... nor do I care, I'm just excited to be along for the ride. 
I think ultimately, we want Sug to do what makes Sug happy... whatever that is. :)

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Say What?

My office is a mishmash of several small companies; all somehow involved with property development.  Our work sometimes intertwines, other times we're all on separate projects... but we're all in one small space. 
My point... and I have one.  There is a fellow office mate that sits within earshot of my desk that definitely keeps me on my toes.  He's very bold, opinionated and not shy with his sexist, racist remarks.  He is most entertaining when he is on the phone with another one of his older, opinionated, racist friends.  I often wonder how the person on the other side of that call respond to some of his quick comments... and if any of them find them as shocking and funny as I do.  When he spits out a good one... I like to write them down and re-read them on days that I'm sad or blue.
Below are my top 4 so far... I'm sure there will be more to come and I'll definitely make sure you can share in the fun.


"I feel like a proctologist; talking to all these assholes everyday."
"It's like he's got a turd on his front door step... he just can't move!"
"It's like an Amish guy in a high speed chase with the cops, he's shit outta luck."
And this one was directed towards me, after I told him I was expecting a baby, not just getting chubby.

"You should name your kid Lynn Lynn, so she'll sound Asian and maybe have a chance at getting into Ivy League."