It’s a….!

It’s a….!

Our big idea of waiting over a month to reveal the sex of Baby C didn’t last more than two weeks.  We were (ok, I was) really anxious so we decided to make Christmas extra special this year and open up our little envelope that was burning a hole in my bag.  True story, it never left my bag (until I gave it to Mar).

Mar, our baker, had agreed to make our reveal party cake so I asked her if she wouldn’t mind wrapping up our “present” for us. Her idea of wrapping was much more exciting than we could have ever hoped for – it was the perfect present.

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Cake Pops! There are more pops underneath the bag with a ribbon that say "It's a...!"

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It's a BOY!

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The kids grabbed the cake pops faster than we could figure out our baby is a boy and we quickly learned it was right under our noses the entire time. Adorable (and really dang delicious)!

Cake of the Month – Peppermint Ice Cream Cake

Cake of the Month – Peppermint Ice Cream Cake

To wrap up 2011, I leave you with this ridiculously delicious Peppermint Ice Cream Cake.  I borrowed Mar’s peppermint extract a year ago and never gave it back so decided it must be a sign to make this cake again (thanks Mar!).  It’s pretty much the easiest cake EVER to make.  Seriously, the most difficult part is clearing out enough freezer room to store the cake!

Boy or Girl?

Boy or Girl?

You be the judge and let us know what you think!

Here are a few wives tales and what others are already saying:

Krista – has never predicted a baby sex incorrectly says “girl.”
Gramma Cindy – Girl.  Why?  ”Kelli always gets what she wants.”  I should be offended but it kind of cracks me up :)
Ree & Stacey – Boy.  Both saw him in a dream.
The Chinese Lunar Calendar – Girl.  My Chinese Lunar age is 34.
Our 20 week appointment, baby’s heartbeat was 163 bpm.  According to legend, 140+ beats per minute indicates a girl, and below 140 a boy.
Morning sickness?  Not here.  Boy.  Little or no morning sickness points to a boy. 
Mayan Calendar – Girl.  Legend has it that the Mayans determined a baby’s sex by looking at the mother’s age at conception and the year of conception. If both are even or odd, it’s a girl. If one’s even and one’s odd, it’s a boy.
Break outs – Girl.  If you’re breaking out like crazy, blame it on your girl babe. The belief goes that girls steal their mother’s beauty, hence, those annoying zits.

20 Weeks

20 Weeks

This was an email I stole from Kevin, sharing Baby C pictures with the Charboneau family – it sums up our 20 week appointment and he gets to “guest blog” without even knowing it :)

We had our latest ultrasound this morning!

I look forward to these appointments with incredible excitement and near equal apprehension. I can’t wait to see the baby, but we also know if something is wrong, THIS is one of those few times we’d find out. The ultrasound is kind of my chance to visit with the baby since I don’t get to feel it move around all day. I don’t know why, but watching the baby wiggle around in there makes me feel like I’m getting to know the baby – personality and all – and for some reason I already have the impression this kid is going to be great… maybe I’m just really excited.

it? he/she?
well, we won’t be struggling with how we refer to the baby for much longer. Today the sex was determined. We asked the ultrasound tech to put the results in an envelope so we can do something special to reveal what we’re having. Finding out really early in the morning with Kelli on the table freezing from the ultrasound gel on her belly and a bladder so full she’s not sure she’ll make it to the restroom just didn’t seem like the most comfortable place to take in such big news. HOWEVER… we unfortunately have a hunch now, we think the tech may have stupidly ruined it for us. We were thinking of hosting a little reveal party after the new year, but now we’re thinking it would be nice for Kelli and I to open the envelope as a Christmas present. Now that we have that envelope in hand (and we think we already know what it says), I don’t think we can trust ourselves to wait very long – we want to know right now!

Check out the new photos.

Did I tell you my kid is pretty cool? This morning we got proof! Baby gave us a REAL thumbs up during the ultrasound and we got a photo of it. Baby must be letting us that everything is going just fine in there =)

Christmas in New York

Christmas in New York

The Huskies + Duke + Madison Square Garden = an excellent excuse to visit Minda and Shawn in NYC.  Not that we need an excuse but oh what fun it is to play in MSG (even if we lose).

We had so much fun visiting our good friends and enjoying one of the coolest cities in the world during the holiday season.  Even packed with the bajillion people gawking at the Rockefeller tree, there was so much cheer we didn’t want to be anywhere else.  Proof is in the pictures (there really were a bajillion people!).

Huskies lose by 6 to Duke. A good second half but not enough.


Rockefeller Center during the holidays!


INSANE crowds to check out the tree at Rockefeller.


Walking along Highline Park in the Meat Packing District.


Yummy snack at the Donut Plant.

Wiggle, Wiggle, Wiggle

Wiggle, Wiggle, Wiggle

Baby Cakes, you have been moving around like crazy this week.  It’s really amazing and special to feel you moving and shaking and I love it because I know you’re doing ok in there.  But lately, every time you kick and punch and squirm and wiggle, I think of this video by LMFAO.  And then I start cracking myself up laughing.  If you’re a boy, please, for Mommy, don’t ever wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like these guys.

My Husband, Keisha

My Husband, Keisha

Our first visit to Teatro ZinZanni and Kevin has found a new career.  Kevin was plucked from the audience to participate in what turned out to be about 20 mintues of the show – it seemed like forever.  Kevin was a really good sport and let the few hundred people watch him dance and fan his way from “Kevin from Lake City” (said in an Oprah announcement voice) to “Keisha” the drag queen.  The drag queen host (also named Kevin) was having so much fun with him, he was laughing at himself most of the skit.  Kevin’s co-workers now have enough ammo to tease him until he finds a new job.  He even had strangers come up to him after the show and tell him “good job” or say as we were walking by, “Oh, there’s the guy…hahaha.”  My husband was the talk of the show.  And I was so proud.

To grow my Kevin’s ego to the max, D came across this article written on the real drag queen star, Kevin.   ‘“Big, muscly straight guys” who come with a wife or girlfriend are fair game for being plucked from the audience.’  Good grief.