As Big As Saucers

I hope everyone is fully recovered from their St. Patty's activities. Robert and I went downtown to the parade and at a blustering 50 degrees (with the wind blowing very hard), we were glad it was shorter than last year. We then went to the Hibernian Society (it's an Irish group) headquarters and watched all the drunken people walk up. Then tend to make their own parade. We'll post all the pictures on Shutterfly and post the link. Finally, we made our way to my favorite Irish bar, O'Malley's. We watched the Irish dancers and ate lunch. I have to admit, I didn't think it would be that big of a deal not to have a beer on St. Patty's. However, after about an hour I looked at Robert and said, "we've got to get out of here before I beat someone down for a Killian's." We came home and enjoyed the rest of our afternoon.

As we were lying in bed last night, I felt the baby moving around. It was stronger than ever, like it was doing somersaults. I put my hand on my stomach and felt it kick both on my insides and on my hand. I grabbed Robert's hand and said feel. BOOM. I looked at Robert and his eyes were big as saucers. I laughed as he pulled away. After about five minutes of kicking Robert's hand, our child finally got quiet for the night. It was a great experience to have Robert be able to understand what I feel. He was thrilled to have experienced it.