For the sake of methodology, I’ll let you know that I wrote out the numbers 1-18 and then asked Anne to pick one. She picked number 6….scgonzales! Christy, email me your address (poetstyles@yahoo.com) and which book you prefer…I’ll try to get it in the mail before I go into labour…that’s all I can promise. 
The emails are still coming in about the whole circumcision thing. Who knew it was so popular? Or that everyone had an opinion? Still no final decision (well, technically nothing is final until there is, in fact, a penis to decide about…).
My cousin, Sharon, wins for The Best Saying About Circumcision Ever: “Don’t cut it off….let him just wear it off.”
My sister and Adam came over tonight. We enjoyed pizza, Anne’s antics and of course, a deep discussion on the devotion level of Christianity vs. other world religions. Good times.
Since Adam has now updated his Facebook status as “Adam is pregnant” 
, I feel comfortable announcing to the bloggy-world that I am going to be an Auntie again! Yep…my little sister is pregnant! Just about 10 weeks right now, she is due at the end of March. She is much wiser than her big sister and actually PLANNED her pregnancy. Imagine that. I’m so excited, I can hardly stand it. The babies will be about 6 month apart which means we’ll even have half of our mat leaves together. Woot! She is feeling great – no throwing up at all yet (blessed girl!).
Tomorrow, I am baking a birthday cake for Anne. I always make homemade carrot cake because that is what my mother made for me. It was even my wedding cake recipe. Then we’ll have a sleep-over in Abby and have her party on Sunday morning with the family. We are so excited to give her her gifts…but I won’t spoil the surprise in case she reads my blog between now and then.
Two funny Anne stories before I go to bed tonight:
1. Anne’s been doing great on the potty training. Thanks for the interest. 
For instance, she’s pretty much totally day-trained, even during her nap, now. But occasionally, there are accidents. Today, she was playing in the bathroom sink while I ‘putered around and tried to sit in the cross-legged position (which is supposed to be great for labour but I think it sucks right now) in the hallway. All of a sudden, she says “Ooops….I pee-peed.” So I cleaned her up (all while wondering what it is about being in the washroom and standing ON THE ACTUAL TOILET made her forget that she had to pee in there but whatever…). It wasn’t a lot and so I figured she must have caught most of it. Just barely a dribble, if you’re interested. 16.5 minutes later, I had to pee myself and so I took care of business. But when I reached over to the toilet paper, I realised it was sopping wet. As in, Anne had PEED ON THE TOILET PAPER DIRECTLY. I guess she’s a multi-tasker or something. Figured why bother with the middle step?
2. Drat. Now I’ve forgotten the second one. I’ll be back. Stupid memory. 
UPDATED: Just remembered the story! We were out at my parents house and their next door neighbour has a beautiful backyard – big flowers, stone patio, fountain, trellis etc. They have a little fish pond in the middle with those big koi goldfish. My dad took her over to their backyard to see the fish. She took one look and called the “Crackers”…he couldn’t figure out why she kept calling the fish “Crackers”. Until they got home and I realised she was making the connection between goldfish Crackers (the treat) and the actual, real live fish! She thought they were the same thing. The next time we went outside, she wanted to go see the “water and the crackers”.
