Saturday, 2 February 2013

Kick it!

We were sitting on the couch watching TV the other night.  I was rubbing Jen's belly, absent mindedly, as I am wont to do.  And Peanut kicked me!  Boom!  It was kind of shocking.  Really put an exclamation point on the fact that there was a living being inside of my wife.  Of course, I couldn't let this go without retaliation. So I started poking back and was rewarded with some more kicks.  We were playing!  At least that's how I interpret it.  Peanut probably was experiencing the first of what will be many moments of exasperation with her old man.  Jen put an end to our little game as she grew inexplicably tired of being poked and kicked.  And even though Peanut was riled up and continued kicking Jen for several minutes, it was a very special moment of bonding for me.


  1. So you think the baby's a girl?? Or you KNOW??

    1. It is very difficult to talk about someone and not assign a gender out of habit. We do not KNOW. But, yah, we think it's a girl.

  2. Understood.
    Yay for kicks! I remember being very excited for Morgan to feel the kicks so I didn't seem like a looney that was having these imaginary kicks.