Popo

Last weekend my parents went out of town to visit my step-sister in California.  While they were out of town, I was responsible for making sure my 90 year old grandfather, Popo, was taken care of.  Since he is 90 years old, he does not walk any more and is confined to a wheel chair.  Basicly, my duties were to ensure he had his meals and that anything he needed was where he could reach from his wheelchair.

 

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Popo is super cool.  Back in his day he was a player, drank too much, and smoked, AND- he is 90 years old to tell about it.  Yes, he gets confused between 1 AM and 1 PM but hey, he IS 90 years old.  These days he is s-l-o-w and you have to have to wait for his pearls of wisdom.  With much patients, you will get some real insight on life and relationships.  He can totally read people and know what is going on in their life before a word is said. 

Recently, we had a 90 year old birthday party for Popo.  He always tells us that his birthday is just another day and  he does not want to celebrate.  But, this year we had a small house party for him.  After he blew out his candle he said, “This was the best birthday ever”! Though the pictures does not look like it, Popo had a good time and was the life of the party.  This really is a picture of him smiling.

All those years he took care of me as a todler, now I get to take care of him. 

Week 30

 

 

 

This week I will be 30 weeks along and I still cannot comprehend how I could get any bigger.  It is hard to imagine that a human is growing inside me.  Each day I cherish all the kicks and punches from BabyBoy and I enjoy the playful nudges that we give each other.  Most of my day is filled with music and every day I change the genera to give BabyBoy an eclectic experience.  As soon as the music starts, he seems to start moving to the beat.

 

 

 When I tell people how active I am they always seems to give me the crazy eyes look.  My running miles are more run/walk miles (153.5), my bike miles are miles on a stationary bike (509.6), and swimming is 13.1 miles.  My mile log is accumulating miles for the year, about half that of last year.  At the suggestion of my chiropractor, I have officially stopped running, since I hurt my lower back too bad last week. It also seemed like a good time to stop running since I was asking, very seriously, if I could pee on myself when I ran.  The pros do it, why can't a pregnant gal do it?

We took these family pictures at the end of the summer when I was about 20 weeks along.  My shirt reads, "This gal is having a baby". Da misters shirt reads, "This guy is the dad." Jon's shirt says, "I am the biggest big brother," and Joe's reads, "I am the big brother."  In retrospect, the white color made it hard to photograph and I bought my shirt before I knew the sex of BabyBoy.  Either way, da boyz are excited about having a baby in the house and often ask, "Can I sleep next to the baby" and "Can the baby sit next to me in the car".  I have started having da boyz read baby books to BabyBoy so he can start learning their voices.  

I am filled with so much excitement and anticipation for when BabyBoy arrives.  I want to meet my baby and see what he looks like.  I want to indulge in too many adult beverages. And lastly, I cannot wait to be able to get back on my road bike to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.