Luck Be a Lady

As luck would have it; only Lang ladies were allowed last night at the Artisanal Winebar in Bellevue and despite the fact I could not partake of the mmm mm wine available and a strange waiter whom I am convinced desperately wished he was ANYWHERE else other than there serving us; it was a grand time! Hey hey hey ladies, let's do it again (soon, please).

Ring MY Bell

We are pretty sure Ty did NOT break his fingers at the football game on Sat, but there is definite significant swelling slash bruising going on and therefore he cannot wear his wedding ring for an untold period of time. So here it sits, alone and sad. While we're on the subject, hands off ladies! He's taken...

Staring at this ring free of the hand it's supposed to be on got me thinking about our wedding anniversary coming up this month on the 29th. And also how happy I am that we are together every day. I am proud of being Mrs. Tyler Bell. Public apology here for being sappy, but Tyler you've been very understanding with all this morning sickness and your hormone infested wife. I just wanted to say I'm grateful.
Oh, and I love you!

Bad News

For Bad Newz Kennelz. Today again no camera, again my apologizes-I know, unacceptable. However it might have been a blessing in disguise as today we sustained the first loss in two years! oh boy...not happy faces to record. :(
However, we were up 3 touchdowns at one point and then it slipped from the fingers of Bad Newz after some picks were thrown. Some key factors in this loss: missing talent and this was the first game my dad came to. He speculated his presence was bad luck. Maybe, maybe not-we'll have to test that theory again before playoffs!
One word. Rally. And we will...
Injury update: Big Al still out-ankle swollen, but not broken. Hopefully his return next week signals the coming back of wins!

A Scanner Darkly

I have discovered how to use our scanner, which is maybe not the greatest thing considering my stellar history of sweet haircuts, paper-thin eyebrows, and "fashion-forward" outfits in the 90's, but they are MY memories after all and that makes them a-OK. Here are some treasures I scanned in of childhood...
(Tyler is counting his lucky stars that at the moment he's in San Francisco so he can't help me look for his childhood awesomeness, but that's coming just you wait).

Why we are posing on a fake beach in Illinois I couldn't tell you, but that's what makes it so right.

I broke my arm when I was three...had a sling attached to the ceiling to keep it upright. Enough said.

And I thought Pea had attitude.

Green Acres

Apparently farm living is the life for Pearson. Love these shots of Pea helping Daddy out in the back yard:


Me and Mini-Me situation

Shut it down

Posting update on Bad Newz Kennelz-we won! By the look on the guy's faces you would think we tanked big time, but no people (Tyler) were unhappy with their performances even though we won. Again, I guess all that really matters is the record; which to date stands unblemished. Here's hoping Big Al's injury isn't as bad as it looked or sounded like. ugh, you know it's not a great sign when they bring out the golf cart to take you to the sidelines.
Sorry fellow readers, no camera this time. Bummer, but I promise to be on the ball for next week's game. Hope you're all having a great Saturday-go huskies tonight!!
(I am so proud of my new found and genuine interest in football-this HAS to be a good thing for my marriage;)

Looking for a Heartbeat...

Not the Miami Vice/Don Johnson misty anthem; an actual heartbeat from my budding baby! I'm 11 weeks tomorrow and just returned from my second doctor appointment today. (side note: Love my new doctor-she's absolutely great so far!)

Doppler on....listening for Ba-bum, Ba-bum. Nothing...waiting...still nothing, freaking out slash praying and then said great doc wheeled in the ultrasound machine! Some might perceive this as a bad sign, but I've learned to love these things having had four ultrasounds with miss Pea. They are the best reassurances! Hallelujah...there is little Bell! Heartbeat is seen! Sight is sometimes better than sound; in this case especially.

He/she is measuring out at exactly 11 weeks as predicted. Apparently, this little one (very similar to Pearson again) is very active already and even sort of waved at us. Hopefully, that means he or she has a sense of humor too. "Mom, do not embarrass me, I'm here!"

Introducing baby bell #2 at 11 weeks: