Merry Christmas!!

Love:

RJ, Anna and Baby

Grooming.

I hate plucking my eyebrows.

It really is the worst grooming practice assigned to women. Give me long, hairy legs to shave or even toenails that need clipping over eyebrow plucking.

Plucking hurts. And no matter how many times I ask a professional at the salon or how many magazine articles I read I can never figure out how to shape the damn things.

I really should pay to have them done regularly but I hate spending money on them.

Who decided we needed to have nicely shaped brows anyway!

Are there any beauty/grooming practices that you hate?

Vitamin Kid

This little guy is growing bigger and strong by the day. The hunger has really started to set in and I wake up ravenous every morning. Since his little taste buds are forming right now I am doing my best to eat plent of fruits and veggies so maybe he'll have a natural liking for them, but he is also going to have a bit of a sweet tooth. Can you blame a pregnant girl over the Holidays!



My belly is getting bigger by the day! The above pic was taken on Friday and the below taken today.

And now that my belly is really showing RJ has decided to make me the subject of his developing photography interest. Here's a fun shot he took the other day (thanks sister for letting me borrow the cute coat).


Usually I get a bit self concious about having my photo taken (are there any women that don't?), but I have to admit I don't mind at all right now. I think it's because I am freed from looking at the picture and feeling the need to scrutinize my face and my body. Instead I mostly just stare in wonderment at my middle section. Pregnancy has given me such a stronger appreciation for my body and the wonderment of God's perfect design.

Quiet Little Mouse

I haven't been able to talk since Monday afternoon. What I originally thought was strep throat is actually an awful sinus infection and the worse case of laryngitis I've ever had. Being without my vocal cords has reinforced my self awareness - I am a girl of many words. And I miss talking, so blogging is the next best thing.

On Having A Boy -

I am super excited to see RJ and his son. RJ is just over-the-moon about having a boy. He can't wait to teach this little one about all his favorite things. I can't wait to have a ringside seat to watch all the action.

Growing up I always wanted an older brother. I remember asking my mom is she was absolutely sure she hadn't had another child at some point and for unexplainable reasons he just wasn't living with us. I would daydream about my long lost brother. He would be living in Hawaii eating coconuts and wondering how he would get off the island to find his baby sister. Eventually we would be reunited and we would be best friends who went on crazy adventures together. Now my firstborn baby will hopefully one day be someone's older brother. I pray that he'll inhabit all the qualities that I always thought older brothers embodied - companionship, protection, laughter and good-natured teasing.

I'm a bit nervous about the energy factor. Little boys have lots of energy. Little Hosking boys have even more. I get nervous knowing that our little man will very likely climb up on stuff he shouldn't, take risks I wish he wouldn't, and generally be a kinetic force in our home. Of course, I could be completely wrong he might be very calm and quiet, but based on his action in the womb I highly doubt it.

But, boys are fun! And I love fun. I am so excited to surf with my son. I can't wait to teach him about God and His creation by taking him backpacking and camping. Showing him how to roast marshmallows and play in dirt piles. I can't wait for grubby hands and grass stained pants. I love being pregnant but sometimes I feel as though I can nearly burst with excitment to meet his young man.

The baby is a healthy....

BOY!!!

5 months

This baby is approximately 1 pound and I can't believe it's going to get bigger. Where is it going to go? I already feel stretched out like a sausage casing. 

I nearly peed my pants I laughed so hard

I'm not sure this story will translate well to blog, but I have to try. I haven't laughed this hard since I discovered the public toilet seats in Japan are heated for tushy comfort.

The Scene: Homegroup at the Cicileo's house. Due to RJ's extensive travels and Thanksgiving we haven't seen the group in awhile and everyone is sitting around after study catching up.

HG Friend 1: RJ, tell us about our trip.

RJ: It was interesting. blah, blah....(insert various stories here)....but the craziest part was the food. I ate some really unusal things. Actually, I caught a bacterial infection while in China and just got some antibotics b/c I haven't been able to shake it.

HG Friend 2: Wow, really. What do you think it was from?

RJ (embarrassed): Well, to be honest, the doctor said I that in order to catch this particular strand of bacterial I had to have injested fecal matter.

The Group: (sympathy groan) Ohhh, awwww, gross....

HG Friend 1: Dude, what did you do...Order the Poo Poo platter?!


Hahaha! I admitting that I am offically twelve years old inside and poop jokes still kill me.

Poor husband.