On Being a Bouncy Castle
The still photo doesn't do it justice, but here's the sonogram from Thursday. It was indescribably different with motion. (Click for bigger version.)
I thought that the boinging looked like the baby was practicing to be an astronaut, but TheLimey came up with what it really looked like, which was living in a bouncy castle (or moonwalk for us Yanks.)
Since he was really close to hiring one of those for our wedding reception, it's clear that bouncy castle affinity is an inherited trait.
I thought that the boinging looked like the baby was practicing to be an astronaut, but TheLimey came up with what it really looked like, which was living in a bouncy castle (or moonwalk for us Yanks.)
Since he was really close to hiring one of those for our wedding reception, it's clear that bouncy castle affinity is an inherited trait.
posted by liz at
9:56 AM
6 Comments:
Looks like it's already trying to do our patented block-out-the-sun sleeing technique.
By
argotnaut, at 2:10 PM
Ha ha ha! Yes, I do that even in a darkened room at times.
By
liz, at 9:58 PM
Sleeping! Jeez.
By
argotnaut, at 8:36 PM
The other terrible thing is, I didn't even catch that.
By
liz, at 4:24 PM
Are you sure this isn't some sort of Cockney rhyming slang? Like "awful hassle?" Yeah, you're a real bouncy castle...
By
argotnaut, at 12:39 AM
No, I looked it up. They really are shaped like castles!
By
liz, at 10:01 AM
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