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Last week Em had her third ultrasound checkup and after a lot of chasing our little bugger around Emily’s stomach, the technician was able to get a clear shot of him. Yes, I can finally say “him.” That sure beats all the gender-neutral verbal gymnastics I’ve been going through when trying to talk about him.

I wanted to include the ultrasound image where we made out that he’s a boy, but I just didn’t think it would be proper given that it wasn’t in color.

But I can include an image of the other little bugger we were able to get last week. This one’s also been several months in the making. Turner held a lottery for 75 slots to buy any brand new VW at unheard of discounts (basically, at-cost direct from the factory). I put my name in back in November and I was selected so we ordered a 2007 Beetle in December and after a little hecho en Mexico action, it was delivered last week. It’ll be Emily’s car since she’s had to put up so long with not having one. And because Gecko Green was her choice.

Well, it’s official official. We’ve finally moved into our house. I carted over the few things we were living with (one cooking pan, 2 forks, 2 knives, some clothes, toiletries, a computer… and… well, that’s about it. Oh yeah: we used a Tupperware container for a bowl and its lid for a plate. We had to eat breakfast and dinner in shifts.) Not we’re reeling in all kinds of space with nothing to fill it up. It’s surreal. Em and I sept last night on an air mattress in a bedroom so big you could play football in it. I found that when I sat down on my side of the mattress, I could just about pop Emily into the air on her side. And while we shifted and squeaked around on our air mattress, I taught Em the song “I Will Bless the Lord at All Times” that my dad taught me when I was little and we went to sleep praising God for His amazing grace, for His abundant pardon.