I had a routine checkup yesterday and had another sonogram. As a Christmas present to their patients, my doctor did these really cool 3-D pictures of the baby. Take a look at these!!!!!!!! (click on them to enlarge)
How cool is that?! I love the first one because you can see all of his hair. The second one is one of my favorites too because his little knee is up by his face and he just looks so cute sleeping there! AWWWW!!!! I think he totally looks like Eric. I can't see anything of me in this kid.
Christmas time is great, and one of the best parts about the season is the music. However, as I wrote last year, there is definitely a lot of crap out there when it come to Christmas music (http://heyitstheswensons.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-worst-songs-of-christmas.html). I have a brief follow-up to how my thoughts have progressed since last year:
-The more I mature, the more I realize why my wise old father detests Barbra Streisand. I have one CD that features a bunch of Christmas songs from various artists, and one begins with Babs singing, "I'm dreaming"; if you can make it any further than that, it's either because you have an iron stomach or you're deaf.
-I have to add "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" to my worst Christmas songs list. First of all, I can't think of any one of the many versions of this song that I've heard which I actually enjoy. Second, and more importantly, this tune, from a child's point of view, showcases the exploits of an adulterous parent. It leaves me feeling as dirty as "Santa Baby".
Kirsten keeps talking about names for our son, which is frustrating, because she doesn't care for any of my recommendations. She thinks that I refuse to get serious about coming up with a name. What's wrong with Shredder? Man, she can be so selfish.
We should be narrowing our list, so I've realized that I need to let her have her way. I've suggested names that I would like (http://heyitstheswensons.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-names.html); I should focus more on names that would interest her:
One sad part, however, was hearing of the tragic death of an old BYU friend of ours-- John Jones. John was very smart and incredibly selfless. He's one of the nicest people I've ever known, and I wouldn't say that if it weren't true (you, reading this, for instance, only rank in the 40th percentile of the nice people I've known). He also schooled me on the basketball court a couple of times. Though his wife, Emily, is the last person that ever deserves to go through this ordeal, I think she's also better able to handle it than about anyone we know. We'll continue to pray for her.
Otherwise, we quite enjoyed our trip. While there, Kirsten and I went up with my sister Marianne and my nephew Aidan to the Hill Air Force Base Aerospace Museum. Marianne loves airplanes, and Kirsten and I love chasing around toddlers (or at least we'd better get used to it), so it was a perfect mix. I was also able to attend the BYU-Utah game. Kirsten, being pregnant and all, opted to watch it from the comfortable couch at my parents' house.
I, on the other hand, personally witnessed another thrilling win over Utah, this time in overtime. Seeing that I was only able to attend two games this year, I think watching BYU beat Oklahoma 14-13 in the season opener and Utah 26-23 in the regular season finale was a pretty sweet choice of games.
My dad looks like a crazy old man in this picture at the game. Imagine that.
It didn't snow while we were in Utah, but as soon as we returned to Dallas, guess what?
Snow is quite rare here, but I won't complain when it's 60 degrees on Christmas.
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