That Kind of Blows.
A little while ago, a friend who I highly value told me a true story. Apparently at her kid’s birthday party a while back, one of the guests chose not to come to the celebration because Vincent would be there. And she did not want her kid to socialize with anyone who is severely disabled [she meant Vince]. Her kid was at this time 16 months, so God only knows what kind of impact my kid would leave on hers. You know you do not get DS by playing in the same room or touching someone with DS. That is a proven fact actually. Anyways. My friend is no longer friends with this person, and it warms my heart for her (or anyone) taking a stand for Vince. Still it is

Edgar’s Birth Story
Before I completely forget it, and as I promised a few, here is finally Edgar’s birth story. I woke up on Friday October 9th around 4 am and had to go pee. I realized the mucus plug was gone, and about 20 minutes later I felt the first contractions. I let Bookie and Vince sleep, and relaxed a little. The contractions were about 10 minutes apart. When Vince and Bookie got up, we called Bs parents and told them to please pick Vince up from Kindergarten in the afternoon. Around 11 am, the contractions were 8 minutes apart or so, and we called the hospital, and they told us to come in. So we got ready and went shortly before noon. Here is the last preggo shot of

Blog Award
Amy from the Flege Farm gave me an award. Thanks! There are two rules to accepting the award: 1) Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and his or her blog link. 2) Pass the award to 10 other blogs.Remember to contact the bloggers

Tack
I totally stole this idea from Söt och Snygg. THANK YOU! Click to see who is to thank! (wait till the count down is ready).

Sunday in Graz
The weather has been disgustingly nice. Hence a lot of walks in the sunshine. On Sunday we all ventured into the city for a Subway lunch and some roasted chestnuts (B and V, not me. I will never eat one of those again after biting into a worm last year. Still gags me jut thinking about it…). I love his little chubby hands and pointed pinky finger.