Girls on Film

I've been receiving congrats mixed with comedic condolences upon the announcement that we have a spudette in the broiler. It really is cool that I'll be able to experience the other sex and never have to wonder what it'd be like, although it's still rather daunting. The first thing I said was that I'd have to talk to my father-in-law, since he raised two.

(His advice: "First, go to Vietnam for a year...")

My second thought was that I hoped she went to the Air Force Academy and then eloped. Lowers the cost. Somewhat. Apparently something called "designer clothes" is going to kick in when she's 14. Or 8. Or 4. Sometime in there.

Here's a photo. Our last 4-d image of Ryan was taken at 34 weeks or so, so he had a lot more baby fat and facial features and looked less like a mummy. But here she is at 18 weeks. We're not sure if it's that Ainsley had just finished lunch or what, but the girl was so active, the doc had trouble getting all the measurements of the heart, brain, etc., but he was pleased that she was showing good movement. After viewing the (clinical term:) 'woohoo', we were unable to get another look and take a picture, as she daintily kept her legs crossed at the toes. But Ryan saw the images and said, "Baby!" So it's definitely not a plate of pasta in there.