Chill

Whenever Julie eats something cold, the baby kicks like crazy. We think this means she'll be an extreme snowboarder and spend her teenage years risking life and limb on the slopes.

Or she'll be like me and really, really like ice cream.

Julie's current craving is pudding pops. It's also my current craving, so we're getting along quite well.

She says, "Pudding pop!"

And I say, "Holla that! What flava?"

And she says, "Nilla!"

And I say, "That's me!"

And she says, "Seriously, I want a vanilla pudding pop right now."

And I say, "Word."

Moments later, while I suck and Julie chews rabidly, she signals to me that the kicking has begun. Baby likes herself a pudding pop, just like her daddy.