Burrito Baby

Ok, Ok, I am home at long last, not sleeping still, but at least I'm home. (Have I mentioned that I HATE being pregnant lately?) At least getting to hold and cuddle my new little nephew made me a bit (OK a lot- but don't tell anyone) more excited to cuddle my own little burrito baby. That is what we took to calling him as he loves to be tightly swaddled, and it's SOOOO cute. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of him as a burrito, you will have to wait for the Princess and the Queen for those photos.

And now, what you have all been waiting for (especially Lindsay!- Grandma was supposed to bring you pictures on Monday, but she got distracted- that's Grandma for you :))

"W" just hours after birth. Go ahead gush, it's only natural, he's the most beautiful baby ever (until the alien is born of course!) Not that I'm biased or anything.










That's "W"'s foot print on PBTB's arm. Isn't that adorable in a very masculine way?

I'll post my array of vacation photos soon. For a little taste of our adventures in Utah, check out Princess P.'s blog. She documented the shower that she and the Queen through for me and the alien as she was anxiously waiting for the grand arrival.

OH Boy!

At long last, "W" has arrived. Princess and Prince are delighted with their absolutely too adorable for words addition to the family. They are all doing great. Pictures to follow soon.

I am so happy he made his grand appearance before I end my month long trip. I am exhausted and ready to take a long rest cuddled up next to my Duke and my pups.

I will return to the blogging world after I have recovered.

Live from New York

Pregnant in NYC in Aug. with in-laws? It's interesting.

The city is as crazy and alive as I remember it. The Duke and I arrived a day before the rest of his family. We went to Soho, Little Italy, Chinatown, and. . . School Products- Oh yes, there was damage to both my feet and my bank account. (I'm going to make you wait to see the fiber goodnesss. It deserves it's own post.)
We met the family for dinner and a show, The Lion King. It was every bit as visually stunning as everyone claims. The costuming is unbelivable. It was worth the pain that followed from sitting for three hours.

Next day was a Bike-Taxi tour through Central Park. We were going to take a carriage ride, but we were so glad the bike guide got to us first. This was so much fun and so entertaining, a great way to see the park.

Here's the Duke, his sister, and I at the Bethesda Terrace.


And "Imagine" at Strawberry Fields. Is that a sock in the photo? Why yes it is!


Next, off the the Bronxs, and Yankee's Stadium. We arrived just in time to see Alex Rodriguez hit his's 500th home run out of the stadium. My thoughts upon witnessing baseball history in the making. . . "It's too bad that I am here taking up this seat when someone who really cares about this could be here instead." Oh well. The Duke's Dad loves baseball and it was a great experience for him. The heat and humidity finally got the better of me at the top of the 5th and I grabbed a train back to the hotel for a much needed nap. I met up with the family again later that night in Times Square for some dinner and general tourist like activities.





Today was spent at The Met. My darling Duke pushed me around in a wheel chair as my feet are starting to look like sausages. Ahhh pregnancy. How I hate thee. The family is out now at the Empire State Building. I've been. . . I'm resting.

The Duke and I on the roof of The Met. Good grief I look like a walrus!


The embodiment of womanhood? Well, she's not pregnant. I think I win.


More to come. . .