Matt and I have been to a few baby stores lately (go figure) and have looked at our fair share of clothes. There's some awfully cute stuff out there, but mostly if you know the sex of your baby. We don't.

Not satisfied to accept only the pale green and washed-out yellow pallet, we decided to take this matter into our own hands.

Sadly, she is has left already.

I understand why this item of clothing is called a "shrug", but this term doesn't really do the piece justice. "Shrug" sounds so uncouth and rough. It conjures up more of the disdainful or uncaring gesture than a comfy garment.

So… I knit a shrug. And for the most part, I like it. (I chose the wrong size – too big, but I can live with this.)

According to the books, I am now halfway into my pregnancy. (Actually, a little past at 21w, but the internets ate my first post and I was too bitter to write again til now.)

Four distinct kicks this morning (felt like soft thumps). I guess it gets crowded in there with a full bladder.

So, there's a pretty good reason that we haven't been updating the blog lately. (Besides the fact that it's summer and there's all kinds of fun things to do outside.) The big news is that ---