Pictures!!!

Rollers and coasters...

Not that we're doing much coasting, but...


This week has been a LOT of week. Beginning with Lewis' bris on Monday, which was hard, but exceedingly important and wonderful... and continuing with all manner of out-o-town guests (also hard, but also wonderful/important).


But then there was Wednesday. Terrible Wednesday.


On Wednesday, our loving and sweet and perfect dog Dave...


Bit Mose! Tore a huge 4 inch gash in the back of his head.


I'll spare you most of the details. Enough to say this:


Ambulance. ER. Anaesthesia. Rabies Quarantine.


Now, Mose has some staples in his head, and Dave is not living with us anymore. Ever again.


We are all okay. Everything is okay. But between giving birth, arranging a bris, spending a night in the ER, entertaining out-of-towners, and getting rid of my beloved pet...


I'm tired.


Though a sweet little nursling in the bed makes up for a lot. Lovely Lewis!


Not to mention a brave and strong toddler. Marvelous Mose!


The good is still better than the bad. Much better. Things are worth the trouble.


They almost always are , thank God.


(Pics of Lewis to come, I promise!)

Lewis!!!

Announcing the (early) arrival of


Lewis Abraham Snyder Poma


I won't try and tell you about this, not yet.


Enough to say he's a wonder.


And I'm happy beyond blogging.

Further embarassment...

Not only do I love the kinky Elmo youtube...


It turns out I love the Ernie & Aaron Neville youtube as well... Which I find myself (again) watching with and also without Mose in my lap.


Despite the fact that I'm assured by a hip friend that it is *not* cool to like Aaron Neville (though it may be cool to like Ernie)


"There's so many strange places I'd like to beeee... but none of them perm-ma-nent-leeeee!"


Well said.


I don't want to live on the moon either, Aaron.

No news...

But it's been nearly a week since I last posted. So here I am, posting.


What can I tell you? I'm huge, hot, tired. 2.5 weeks from my due date, and if you've never been pregnant I don't think I can effectively communicate what that means...


Unless you want to strap a 30 lb duffel bag to your belly and wear it nonstop for months on end, eat whatever food gives you terrible heartburn, sit in a hard wooden chair for an hour until your ass is ready to cry, sleep on the floor so your back hurts, and THEN drag on someone's albuterol inhaler until you can barely breathe.


Not that I'm complaining...


But really, it's all a good thing, this discomfort. Just part of God's master plan to make you SO uncomfortable that you actively WANT to push a flaming sandpaper-covered bowling ball through your intestines...


Can you tell I'm cranky? Pity my darling husband, poor man.


In other news, I'm 100 pages into the first draft of the new book.


In still other news, Mose had a modeling gig the other day. Pics to come.