The Turkey is Done

Well, we made it through the 2007 Thanksgiving Belly Tour. In 3 and a half days we traveled to 6 different locations to "celebrate" Thanksgiving and see various family members and friends. It was very tiresome (more for Caryn) but it was really nice to see everybody.

I am thankful for many things this year. Caryn has had a healthy pregnancy and Fee is doing everything he is supposed to be doing (pushing on her bladder, kicking her ribs, etc...). Just this week, we noticed the striking resemblance of Caryn's bellybutton and a turkey breast (huh huh...breast). It has gone from a DEEP innie to a cute outtie in the last week or so. Another similarity is that both turkey and Caryn's growing belly seem to make her tired.

Unlike the popped button on a cooked turkey however, Fee is not ready to be taken out of the oven. He's still got 6 weeks left to reach full term. That sounds really soon, we'd better start setting the table and pouring the wine...

1/2 Chinese 1/2 Mutt

Caryn has pure Chinese blood and I have pure German/Irish/Russian/Golden Retriever blood (actually, I'm pretty much everything EXCEPT Chinese). Fee will have 3 sets of Grandparents, 2 of which are mixed race. (3 for 3 if you count the fact that my dad is an engineer and my mom is not :) I don't necessarily care what race he thinks he is but I do wonder if he will.
Being a white male, I'll admit race is not something that's gotten thrown in my face. However, Caryn has some examples. One of my favorites being the all too frequently asked question from a guy, usually in a bar-type situation: "What type of Asian are you?" A close second is "Where are you from?" To someone like me, the question means where do you live. To Caryn, it's the "polite" way of asking "What type of Asian are you?" Her response to the question is always "I'm from New York, why?" Most of the time, people don't realize how dumb their question was until this point. The sight of them explaining that they didn't mean where Caryn grew up, they meant "What type of Asian are you" usually makes them realize how stupid their question was in the first place.
Here's my point. My son will have predominantly Chinese features. However, there will be part of me in those features (assuming I'm the dad...hehe). I'm anticipating the first time someone (probably a young substitute teacher) reads Bronfenbrenner off an attendance sheet and sees a handsome Asian looking boy raising his hand. She'll ask what type of Asian he is, and he can say "Bronfenbrenner is German you twit." Deine Mutter hat einer Schnurrbart!

Hot Momma

Caryn is now 30 weeks pregnant which means Fee has less than 10 weeks before he emerges as a beautiful butterfly, locust, or baby. Again, the sonogram pics aren't completely clear. We've gotten a lot of requests for more pics of Caryn. I'd like to remind all of you that this is babybrof.blogspot.com, not babybrof and mom! I had originally planned to post pics of Caryn at "preggocaryn.blogspot.com" to illustrate her 9 month journey into motherhood. Unfortunately, that domain name is already owned by an S&M Porn site. Who knew? In the end, I've decided to combine the 2 blogs into one so here she is. Doesn't she look great!

Behind The Scenes

Here's Reese helping me write quirky messages for the Blog. Most of her ideas involve tuna fish or fun activities with a laser pointer. Come to think of it, she doesn't help at all. In fact, anything I do that doesn't involve 100% of my attention towards her makes her mad; hence trying to sit on the laptop. I'm hoping she doesn't have a problem once Fee comes home. One false swipe at my son and that cat will be a no home walking free mother f***er. This is MY HOUSE!

For you truly dedicated blog followers, you can tell I'm not actually updating the Blog in this picture. How can you tell? I'm wearing pants....(don't like to constrict my creativity)

Fee's First Halloween

We went out to Pittsburgh last weekend for Matt and Steph's 2nd Annual (sort of) Halloween Party. They're the "dead" doctors in the blue scrubs. Thanks for a great evening filled with IC Light and pepperoni rolls.

You can see from Caryn's picture that all systems are ready for baby Fee's "nutritional" needs. Steve, Orgasm Donor, Mascaro is getting a taste of his own medicine. Erin and Steve had matching costumes, so did Matt and Steph. Caryn was a wet t-shirt winner and I was Napoleon Dynamite. The unifying theme...both costumes are flippin' sweet.