"Dumpty Dumpty Sat On A Wall..."

Yesterday afternoon at Manhattan Beach

(special thanks to Uncle Charles & Auntie Jean for the swim trunks)

The other day, Jude and I were playing the memory matching game. You know, the game where you lay cards out on the floor, faced down, and you take turns picking two that match. While playing, he suddenly burst into a Thomas the Tank Engine song and proudly told me he knew it all by himself. A few minutes later, he flipped over the "U" card with a picture of the umbrella bird:

Jude: (holding up the umbrella bird card) "You know this song, Uhmmah."
Me: "No, I don't think I know the song for that."
Jude: "Yes you do. Can you think about it?"
Me: (confused) "You mean for the umbrella bird?"
Jude: (nodding yes)
Me: (lightbulb) "Ohh.. you mean 'under my umbrella-ella-ella ay ay ay'... that song??" (fearing his response)
Jude: (nodding yes) "Uh-huh!"

Note to self: No more Jay-Z or Rihanna for the Kim family.

So I broke the news to my director that I'm expecting. AGAIN. In the two years I've been with this company, I've been prego twice. They must secretly wonder if my last name is actually Duggar. I bet all those out there in the corporate world reading this are thinking, "Boy am I glad I don't work with you!" Well, I don't blame you. When I'm not pregnant, I leave the office at three o'clock so I can make it home in time to search for important buried treasure with a make-believe telescope. When I am pregnant, I nearly fall asleep during conference calls. But at least I know why I'm so tired and hungry and nauseous these days. Before knowing I was pregnant, I was peacefully eating a dessert one evening when Kwang commented, "That's the fifth ice cream sandwich you've eaten today." I had no response because, let's be honest, it's not a terribly unusual scenario for me. But in my defense, it was only my THIRD.