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Our Daddy has learned that when he pushes on our uterus, we sometimes push back.

He has decided this means we are sophisticated enough to learn Morse code and communicate from within the womb.



No distinct messages so far, but our Mommy is somewhat less than thrilled with the increased poking from both sides of the uterus.

Honing our growing skills, week by week

We find out on Friday what our current estimated weights are, but clearly we are doing a bang-up job of usurping our Mommy's calories. Just look at us grow! Well, we are a little hard to see, but look at our Mommy's uterus grow.

It's his turn

We think our Daddy needs one of these:

Ideally the kind where you can have babies hanging off of every square inch of you. We'll invite a friend over if we have to!

Fantasy vs. reality

Our future bedroom, in our Mommy's imagination:



Our future bedroom, in reality:



Our parents have a lot of work to do.

Overheard in the uterus...

Our Daddy is a big fan of the newspaper, and he happened to read out loud to our Mommy an ad for the Milwaukee tryouts for this show:



We have never seen it, or heard our parents watch it, but we are practicing our routine on a daily basis. It's a double act with lots of kicking and tumbling.

Our Mommy has tried to convince us we will still be in utero when the auditions role around (March 20), but we keep a rigorous practice schedule just in case.

Snow days

Apparently outside of the uterus there's been a fairly substantial accumulation of snow. Because we've been rather active lately, our Mommy thinks we are spending these snowy days trying to learn this:



But in reality all we are doing is this:



Over. And. Over. And. Over. Again.

Make room in the uterus!

We have been cozy here for 26 weeks now, and we're slowly taking over.