Karate Kid

i think i'm housing the karate kid in my belly. either that or the baby is trying to stage a prison break... marking it's days in solitary confinement on the wall, digging a hole to the other side with a toothbrush handle... if i was having twins, i would nick-name them batman and robin. they'd be having an epic battle in my tummy "ZAP!" "POW!" "WHAM!" instead, we're calling the baby b-ho (baby hollingsworth).

ryan has only ben able to feel some tiny little kicks since i started to feel it moving that were questionable as to whether or not they were kicks or some kind of gatro-intestinal malfunction... until last night. i put his hand on my belly,
"did you feel that?"
"no."
"what about that?"
"no."
then, b-ho laid a big kick on him square in the palm.
"i felt THAT!"

so, we've been test driving honda elements and toyota prius'. we like the element. i think we'll probably get one in the next couple of weeks. they have a ton of room and you can actually hose it down on the inside. perfect!
we're keeping the mini. don't laugh. it could work. i refuse to be a mini van driving soccer mom. soccer: yes. mini van: no.

meanwhile, someone needs to get this kid a soccer ball because b-ho is ready to give beckham a run for his money!