This and That

First of all, Happy Birthday to my handsome husband! I love Chancho so much! Here is a picture of him from his 8th birthday. Okay, not really but when we first watched Nacho Libre, we were amazed at all the similarities the two had--my husband also was raised as a chubby little orphan in Mexico. That is a lie, too. We just really like Nacho Libre. Below is the real man. To be honest, he doesn't love that I blog. He is quite a private person. I think a big nightmare he has is that somebody from his place of employment will come upon our blog and know all about us. But I know of one that does and so far everything has been fine. Anyway, Chancho turned 33 on Tuesday. We went on a date last Saturday to eat at Ye Lion's Den (which turned out good but was a last minute choice because Temari was closed for the weekend). We saw, "Ghost Town". It was funny but probably would recommend you wait to see it on video (unless you are us and you only get to go to a movie once or twice per year, then you just go when you can go and you watch whatever is playing). Tuesday Chancho had to work all day but we did have his requested broccoli/cheese soup for dinner and pie for dessert (rather than cake). Chancho, you are a wonderful husband and father. I love you!

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In other news, there was an election on Chancho's birthday. You will not find me waxing political very often. It is not my favorite thing. I am very sensitive to contention and it makes me feel nauseous. It has been my experience that very few political conversations last long with out getting contentious, thus I equate politics = puke. But this election was very historic for our nation. I am mostly conservative and do have opinions on politics, I just rarely discuss them with others. I had a few Democrats that I voted for on my ballot, but I voted Republican for president. John McCain did not win. Rather, we now have Barack Obama as our President-Elect. I believe in supporting our Democracy, whether or not I voted for the individual that is put into office, so you will not hear me bad mouthing Pres. Obama (I think we're pretty dang lucky to live in the USA, if you haven't gathered that from posts like the one below). As for a person, I actually like him. I read a couple of books that he wrote. He is very likable. I was more concerned with the Supreme Court justices that he will appoint and the power these most likely very liberal judges will have to interpret or change the constitution, protect the right of life, faith, and the family. But the votes have been cast and there are things that I will happily cling to as a bright side. I will pray for Pres. Obama, that he will make good choices and be good for our country. I will pray that he will be a strong leader and a good example. I find it a huge blessing, miraculous blessing, actually, that the first President of the United States my son will remember will be an African American. That is absolutely amazing to me and I'm so grateful for that symbol--to let Loumy know that he can absolutely be anything that he wants to be, that this is the land of opportunity!I have been amused by the two things that my kids brought home from school today. We really didn't talk much about the election at home (see above, politics = puke), so I was surprised to hear my children talking about our new president. Two things were said (and warranted a good discussion) just this morning.
Loumy: Mom, Bawack Obama is ouw new PWOPHET!
String Cheese: Mom, is it true that Barack Obama wants to kill everybody with blonde hair and blue eyes?
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Last topic for today: Baby Dhost. I will be calling it that for now because one time I saw a "World News" magazine with the title, "Woman Gives Birth to Baby Ghost." For some reason I thought that was the most hilarious thing ever and nearly peed my pants laughing. Also, my nephew Beau used to say, "dhost" instead of "ghost" and I think that is cool. So, here is a pic of my own little Baby Dhost.
I had an ultrasound today and was sure we would be able to tell the gender. My sisters Amy and Kathy came with me and my father-in-law (my nurse midwife) tried not to disappoint but he said he just could not be sure yet. I would grimace whenever there was a view that looked very much like a boy and relax a little when I thought it was a girl. Kathy, a very defensive aunty, said, "Don't you dare make this baby think you don't love it if it's a boy!" And of course I won't. I just hope that I get to have my baby Sarah now so that I don't have to have an achy, missing child feeling for several years after this. Some members of my family keep saying this is a boy and I have to go adopt Sarah from China. I don't think that is funny. I want her here and now and to be done. I guess we'll have to wait until next week to see if God pulled a fast one on me or not.