19 months

January 2010 started out about the same as the end of 2009: "winter" in Phoenix, and Mom and Charlie still in town. We did take advantage of the beautiful weather though with lots of outside activities. My favorite was my mom's "spring cleaning" urge that struck on New Years Day...our first day of the new year was spent with Dave and Charlie fixing the sprinkler system in the yard, my mom scrubbing the doors and shutters and washing windows, and me simply hanging out with Evan. I like those kind of days!

A few days later we took a trip downtown to ride the Light Rail (our new public transit system) and to look at a cool art piece my Mom'd read about in a magazine. We had a good time showing off downtown Phoenix. It has a nice vibe to it, and is undergoing a sort of urban revival, though it's still virtually a ghost town on the weekends and after business hours. Evan's favorite part, other than playing "Jump the Evan" in a city park, was playing with the Herberger Theatre dancing girls sculptures. He gets a kick out of them every time.

Life imitating art:

Here's the art. I don't know anything about it other than it looks cool. And that it must not be that exciting to look at when it's not nighttime.

About a week after my Mom and Charlie left, Dave and Evan made a trek to England, for the sad reason that Dave's Grandpa Bradley passed away. It seems that often the only times families come together are for weddings and funerals, and such was the case here. Nevertheless, Dave was happy for the opportunity to visit England, have Evan meet Dave's aunts and uncles and cousins, and to spend some time visiting with his Mom and brother Jony. Basically a synopsis of the trip was this: frozen, snowy even. Quite the unusual feat for England. Not surprisingly Evan learned the word "cold" that trip.

As for me, I had grand plans to do all sorts of organizational things around the house when they were gone, but was in actuality knocked for a loop by the first trimester sickies. So I spent the bulk of their vacation sleeping my spare time away and eating cereal and take out because I couldn't bear the thought of having to wait for my food while I cooked it. Here's me at 10 weeks. Still not in maternity clothes yet, much to my much shorter (and therefore earlier-showing) sister in law's consternation.

Finally at the end of the month I started to feel better, a little anyway, and got in some "winter weather" playtime with Evan.

Oh, and at the end of January, the tally of family who knew about preggers #2 was this: my mom and Charlie, Dave's mom, and brother Jony - all those who we could tell in person.