Gee, Thanks

So the other day we were walking through WalMart (because, that's just what we do when we're bored), and Wee One says, "Mom, I would never call you a fat hippo." Two thoughts, really: 1) Well, thanks. That's nice of you to not call me names. 2) Why were you thinking about me and fat hippos at the same time. Oh well, I guess she does have a point. Gabe has decided to grow straight out from my belly, so I am getting quite large. That's alright, though, as long as he just keeps growing like he's supposed to. He is the wiggliest (is that a word?) kid I've had by a long shot, though. Wee One liked to move in the morning, Bo at night, Charlie at lunch, and Chelsie whenever she gathered enough strength to really let me have it, but Gabe just moves constantly all day long. That's good, though. If he goes more than an hour without using my bladder as a trampoline, I start getting worried. It's kind of nice to have that constant reminder that he's okay.