Click on the picture to see our little album from Thanksgiving. We spent the holiday with Auntie Sally, Uncle Shaun, Uncly Jay, Auntie Marta, Devin, Papa, Babci, Mr. Ken, Mrs. Jakki, Nikki, and Lexi. Gabby had a great time playing with Lexi. They're about two weeks apart and got along great. Check out this video clip...
We also had a little game of pigskin. Here're the photos...
At the end of the day, everyone was tired. Gabby put Papa to bed. Night, night Papa...
Hello y'all. I just wanted to take a moment to thank y'all for reading our blog and sharing in the fun. On the map the the left, the orange dots indicate those of you that have checked out our blog since August... The bigger the dot the more times you've read the blog. Can you find yourself?
Thank you for all the encouragement and support. Happy Thanksgiving. 
I got this graphic from AllRefer.com. According to them:
At 24 weeks the fetus:
- has fully devloped eyes
- has a hand and startle reflex
- is forming footprints and fingerprints
- is forming alveoli in lungs
I guess it's about time we started thinking about names...
I wanted to pipe in a few thoughts I've been having lately about my lil G before the moment escapes...
A few weeks back, we were playing around after her bath. She was stomping around the room in her green and white pajamas, while B and I laughed at her antics. I couldn't help but think...one day she's not going to do this. She is so fun and funny right now. One day, she'll be super serious, or too old to just play. One day she won't be a little girl anymore. And when that day comes...I'll need to remember moments like this.
I've been having those thoughts a lot lately. I'm not sure if it's because she's better everyday, and I wonder how great can she get. Or maybe somewhere in my head, I'm a little afraid of how our relationship will change when the next cohen kid comes along. Whatever it is, I need to cherish every moment.
Speaking of moments...
Gabby loves to go to the supermarket. HEB in particular. When we pull onto the road near the place, she shouts from the backseat, "Super Market!" It's pretty crazy. Then she begins her planning... "Man, please buddy buck." "Lady, please buddy buck." Over and over... You need to understand that HEB gives a "Buddy Buck" to every child that wants one at the checkout line. Then you use the "Buddy Buck" in a crane game to get a sticker with points on it...that you collect for prizes. Anyway - Gabby loves this. After all that practice, she gets to the checkout line and the checkout person says hello. Gabby responds, "I Gabby." Then she goes shy. I mean, she literally tilts her head, tucks it into her chest and looks away. I say, "Gabby, is there something you wanted to ask for?" Nothing. Then, I ask for the "Buddy Buck." As soon as I get it, I lift her from the cart, and she goes crazy. From afar, you'd swear she was salivating. Her legs shake, her face lights up, and she screams, "Buddy Buck!" I place her on the floor, and frantically follow her as she runs to the machine. Usually she requires some help to get the machine to accept the "Buddy Buck," but she knows where to put it and how to orient the bill. With the bill absorbed into the machine, she focuses her concentration on moving the joystick (above her head, mind you) and then pressing the red button, to activate the "Claw." Once the machine delivers the promised prize, she takes off towards the register to ask for another "Buddy Buck." It's awesome.
Last weekend, we were ate the playground, again. On a side note, I am so happy that we moved here. It's mid-november and I'm able to take G outside to play. This is awesome. Not to mention that on colder days there is plenty of space in the house for us to play and run around! Back to my story... so we were at the playground and I overheard someone say that 13 months was a great age. It's before they start negotiating and saying no. I took exception, as anyone who knows me would expect. Now, I know they meant nothing by it - on a conscious level - but I think that one needs to cherish every age and every phase for all the nuances that they bring. If a certain age is better than the current - does that mean that you consciously enjoy your child less because he/she is not the aforementioned age? I know it's probably to philosophical for this blog, but I put it out there.
Gabby likes superman. I don't know why she has this affinity but she does. I pointed out a superman balloon at HEB a month ago, among all the other balloons I showed her, and that was it. Afterwards, we'd walk by a superman popcorn tin at blockbuster (among all the others) ad she'd tell me, "Superman!" Or she sees him on the toys in Target, "Superman!" She got a boo-boo on her palm recently, and got her choice of countless kids band-aids at HEB...guess what. Her palm is now adorned with a superman bandage... dig it.
Last bit... A few weeks ago I needed to work from home in the afternoon. Just me a Gabby. I had a deliverable and a deadline, and a dying laptop battery... Bad scenario. Gabby was less than thrilled. She grabbed my glasses and broke the arms, by accident. I've got new glasses now. I consider myself warned.
I've got some more pictures for y'all. The first few are from last weekend. We spent the day at Aunt Sally and Uncle Shaun's carving some nifty pumpkins...do you like them?
We also learned that Gabby not only still fits in her pumpkin suit for last year (sized for 6-9 months), but she loves it. She repeatedly says, "Pumpkin Suit!" Tonight we took her out for a trick or treating adventure around the neighborhood. Highlights included a very scared Gabby declaring her standard, "No boy!" coupled with a new one... "No Fooky! Translated, "No spooky!" She refers to skeletons as spooky, because one day we saw a skeleton and told Gabby that it was spooky. So she said, "Hi spooky." And that was that. Another highlight: Gabby was a little bashful for the first few homes, but eventually started running from house to house, and approaching the doors on her own. She even knocked on the doors of a few homes.
Anyway...here are the pictures...click on the picture to access the album!
So...we had our 20 week ultrasound last Tuesday. Unfortunately, BabyCenter no longer gives us vegetables as a fun size guideline, but as of the ultrasound, the fetus was estimated to weigh about 13 oz according to measurements, and according to BabyCenter, as of this Wednesday, when we hit 22 weeks, the fetus is estimated to be about 10.9 inches long!
Everything looked great in the ultrasound, and we even got to see some jaw-movement that looked like talking, some kicking and stretching, and some waving. We also got about 10 minutes of the ultrasound on video! We told the ultrasound tech that we didn't want to know the gender, so at the end, she asked us to close our eyes for a minute, while she looked in that area. She said everything looked good, but she didn't reveal the secret; however, she forgot to shut of the VCR, so we do have some video of the gender review. She said it wasn't a good angle, and it's not obvious even if we did see it, but so far we've held out and have only been slightly tempted to watch that last minute of the video! It's strange having that temptation in the house!
I've got one more thing to share with y'all. Last weekend, Gabby was upstairs and had her milk and sunglasses. She asked us to go up there and help her down. She confuses some pronouns, and when she wants to be carried, she says, "I carry you." It is so cute. Anyway, we told her to go ahead and come down by herself, and be careful. We didn't think she'd be able to carry both the milk and the shades with her, as she desceneded the stairs. Let me tell you, I was more than overcome with laughter when she came down the stairs looking like she did. It's the first picture in the web album below.
Later that day, I was tasked with getting her dressed for the playground (a favorite destination). Halfway through, I decided that she was ready to go...to the barnyard that is. That's the rest of the pictures.
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