Ian,Happy Birthday! Sorry it's a day late ,I could'nt get on line yesterday.I guess my new grandson is a day late also, since I did'nt here from you. Tiffanie, this is one of the best pictures yet,I can't wait for the one's from the delivery room,just kidding HA HA!
okay, i know that baby is due any day now. it would be serendipitious (ummm...i think that's really a word) if he's born on your birthday, ian. which is bastille day (july 14), right? do you guys have a name picked out? amy
Tiffanie, You look great! I know everyone tells you that when you're pregnant even though you may feel like crap, but it's true. You look fabulous!
I'm so excited for you two!
this is very exciting. please tell me when the baby comes. don't get so sleep deprived and hazy that you forget to post the pictures....it looks like that baby is coming soon! when's that due date? congrats again to you and tiffanie.
take care,
amy
Tiff, you look so happy in this picture,your belly is really starting to stick out. I can't wait to come see you next month,i want to feel my grandson kicking.Ian,i think you better find some music that would sooth the savage beast,because if Tiffanie is anything like me when i was in labor with her,you both will need it.
that should be spelled capitalist. i left out the word it. because we now know that the baby isnt an it, but instead a he.
also, please name the baby doctor. i think that is a name that demands respect. paging doctor schmutte...
I have to defend myself... I NEVER said it was gas! I know the difference.... Ian was the one calling me a liar when I told him that the little poking sensation he felt on the outside of my belly was actually the baby!! I still think the idea of playing Slayer during childbirth would be funny. I don't know, the thought of me screaming in pain while "God Hates Us All" blasts in the background is just a funny image to me. Then again, when I'm uncomfortable or irritated or in pain, the last thing I really want is some Death Metal blaring in the background!!
T Rex. Babies love T Rex. I loved Pink floyd... as a toddler- the song "Money" was my favorite. Funny that I didnt turn into a capalist or a burn out.
Tiffanie is super pregnant now. I cant wait to see you guys next month!
Okay, Tiff...now you're just showing off. Gas? I don't think so. As far as birthing music is concerned; well, being a classically trained musician, of course I'm partial to the great masters. You know, Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder & the rest. Slayer is okay, but you don't want to ignore those that came before; Vivaldi, Hayden, ZZ Top and of course, the Beatles. I don't think it's too early to insure that your child has a wellrounded musical education. Just a thought...
I don't know about Slayer, but your dad and I watched Sammy Terry while waiting out your arrival. That may not have been such a great idea though, since you wouldn't come out on your own! So maybe someone can come up with something more compleeing to be born by to coax the little guy out.
The band dad was in at the time (London Bus) was performing at a lounge in Anderson, Indiana, and they sent word into the delivery room that the entire crowd at the bar iwas awaiting news of your birth. They didn't all go home until they learned that you had finally arrived and were a boy! (Of course the band did dock dad for missing that night...)
The problem is that I have almost no interest in filling out these forms, but I like getting these kinds of web pages. I'm not sure what kind of weird psychology compels me to do both. I think it is a perverse kind of underachievement that I would like to beat.
I'm so excited for you two!
Lara & Matt & Isaac & Eva
take care,
amy
I can't wait for you to have him there with you.
I hope you're feeling well and good!
also, please name the baby doctor. i think that is a name that demands respect. paging doctor schmutte...
Tiffanie is super pregnant now. I cant wait to see you guys next month!
The band dad was in at the time (London Bus) was performing at a lounge in Anderson, Indiana, and they sent word into the delivery room that the entire crowd at the bar iwas awaiting news of your birth. They didn't all go home until they learned that you had finally arrived and were a boy! (Of course the band did dock dad for missing that night...)