First, I will start by saying that Sarah is a knitting freak. Look at that crazy monkey blanket:
Little John Phillipe* is lucky to have such a talented mom.
Last week was Carnival in Cologne, and we did our best to get into the spirit, but since most of the activities related to this event are not exactly compatible with pregnancy (except perhaps initiating it) we had a little more subdued celebration this year. I never got around to finding a new costume so gave the caveman a reprise, and Sarah went as a famous pregnant celebrity:
In the background you can see the sculpture that graces the building to which my institute is
moving next week. Some may say that it looks like a giant green turd, and I would say that some are right.
On Sunday, we had a housewarming party, that also fell on Valentine's day and Chinese New
Year. The theme fell mostly toward the latter, and to that end I made General Tso's chicken, a dish that it strangely and frustratingly difficult to find here.
It went pretty fast, so I was only able get a picture of the last bits that people were too polite to take. It was surprisingly easy to make, and I would recommend giving it a try, since at home
you can control the grease and MSG levels, and be more certain that it is indeed made with chicken (assuming one trusts the labeling at the grocery store).
A prize to be determined later (not really) to the best explanation of what Sarah is doing in this picture:
Finally we got some new furniture from ikea for our new place, and that means boxes, which in turn means cat acting crazy:
*We are now calling our boy to be John Phillipe as a compromise to reflect Sarah's favorite composer, Jean Phillipe Rameau, and mine, John Philip Sousa. This compromise also has benefits on the off chance that this name sticks. First, John is better than Jean, because we fear that people would pronounce the name JEEN in the US, which we do not want. In addition Phillipe is better than Philip, since we don't want people to think that we are ripping off his cousin's middle name.
10 comments:
The monkey blanket is beautiful. I can't even imagine how you made it. I'm glad God has a sense of humor since you're still with us after messing with His mother! The apartment looks great. More pictures, please. We win the prize - Sarah is just being Sarah. Great blog, Jeremy!
Does it jinx it if we like the name John Phillipe? Go, JP!
The belly is great, the blanket is great, the apartment looks great. The Institute as well. Are you finally moving to Zülpicher str?
I vote Sarah was walking across the room and stopped to clarify a matter or add to the conversation.
That blanket is pretty pimp, Sarah.. good job!
first of all, that monkey blanket is amazing, Holy Mother, how did you make that? and so fast? Must be the nesting hormones kicking in. And for my entry in your contest, I think Sarah must have heard that if you sit on your husband's lap, and lift up your feet, and say your intended baby name out loud 3 times...falling to your left means baby likes it and falling to the right means baby hates it. so which way did you lean?
Well, I have to say that I like Karen's explanation the best, but Mom's is actually correct. I think. Or Kris's is. I have to admit that I don't remember. Also, I may have been just getting down-- we were rocking the Panjabi MC at that moment.
Phillipe is cool. Enjoyed the blog. Sarah you look good. Im sure Jeremy is taking good care of you. Love you both. Dad
oh and it would be awesome if you added your monkey blankie to Ravelry, I would Favorite it!
awwww.... Man, I do not use ravelry enough!
Ben has assured us he is happy to share his middle name, in fact he thinks all of his cousins should have middle name Philip as well. He also mentioned that he digs the euro of Philippe so do what works for you guys- he's down no matter what.
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