The Lost dog adventure

Ok, since I haven't posted in a year my story needs back story:

In aprilish we bought a dog.  The little white fluffiness in the picture is him. (and the baby with the toothbrush...that's the evil beaver) He is a peek-a-poo. We named him peek-a-boo.
Ok back story done.
So sunday afternoon I took peek-a-boo out to go potty. The next door neighbor's dog Corona was out, and he folllowed her out into the forest. 10 minutes later Corona comes back, but peek-a-boo does not. We walked all over the neighborhood and through the forest looking for him. I even called animal control to see if they had seen him.We even made signs. No peek-a-boo. BTW, people think you are kindof weird when you walk around the neighborhood yelling peek-a-boo.
Tuesday morning, animal control called me back to see if he was still missing and I said he was. Then I returned the brand new bag of dog food I bought last Friday because I was almost out. Less than an hour later there was a knock on my door. A neighbor had found my dog behind her back yard. His ears had gotten tangled in a barbed wire fence. I went to pick him up, but she was gone, so I left a note.
A few hours later she finally called me back. Because he had the barbed wire stuck between his ears she had taken him to animal control, so they could take him to the vet. So I went over to animal control and picked him up. They seemed surprised to see me. I was surprised that they hadn't called me. After all, I was on their list of missing dogs. Anyways....they all liked my dog alot and seemed kindof bummed out that I was going to bail him out, but I think they will be ok.
And that is how our dog got lost and found.

The return of the best question ever

When Caibo was about 2 years old, Jade got to thinking (she's a thinker that one) and asked me, "You know how you went to the hospital and got Caibo out of your tummy....Can I see the hole?" At the time she was only 4 and I was able to avoid the question. Thank goodness!!

Well this morning we were getting an ultrasound done (yes, again). Caibo kept asking me when they were going to cut my tummy open. I guess when I told him that we were going to see the baby today he assumed that they would pull the baby out , look at it, and then put it back in. I explained that they weren't ever going to cut my tummy open. Then they both asked, "So how are you going to get it out?"

Yep, the best question ever is back.

P.S. The baby still doesn't believe in stretching out. Here's another picture to illustrate that for you and because why not.

Photographic proof

There it is.....the 3rd smiley. No, we do not know if it is a boy or a girl yet, so it will do no good to ask. Since Jerry is deployed right now, we decided to wait until he comes back so we can find out together.

The whole ultrasound experience was kindof funny. I was actually out in Utah on vacation (btw, I went to Utah for a month) when I hit the 20 week mark, so I had to wait until I got home to do the ultrasound. Because I had just spent a month in the desert, hydration wasn't exactly working for me. I ended up having to drink 5 glasses of water compare to the usual 3. In case you were wondering, 5 glasses of water is not a pleasant experience.

They finally got me hydrated enough to see the things they needed to see, and as you can see from the second photo the baby decided not to cooperate. I am pretty sure it is impossible to tuck those legs any tighter into the chest. That's how it was most of the time. The poor tech had to move the table so my head was lower than my feet to get the baby to stretch out. Yep, good times.